Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: This Isn't a Self-Deprecating Stream
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“Ghost, this is a gift for you.”
“Huh? What's this?”
“It's a skull mask I drew.”
“Oh, so you can make them yourself. Thanks for thinking of me. I'll treasure it.”
A moment later, we finished prepping for deployment by slipping the handmade skull mask onto Ghost.
The viewers teased my drawing skills with a chorus of ‘Whoa! Sans!’, but Ghost, the lucky recipient, complimented it, saying it was well done.
Ghost really needed that skull mask.
Not that he was some concept player who was secretly handsome enough to make viewers jealous or anything.
Hiding his face like this should quiet down some of those murder threats from the chat.
I'd felt so bad lately because the chat turned vicious every time I got near Ghost.
“Alright, I'll go submit for all-out war.”
I gave my comrades one last look before heading to the registration desk.
Tank uncles, pilot wild boar, scout Ttalgwi, supply guy Ghost, and medic me. No assault trooper, which was a shame, but in all-out war, roles blurred anyway, so it was fine.
As I approached the desk, a familiar face greeted me—an amiable female receptionist in Soviet uniform who'd smiled even after I chewed her out last time.
“Welcome, Chernakoshka. Which battlefield will you head to today?”
“Yeah, hi... Wait, what?”
The receptionist's line was downright weird.
I'd almost glossed over it, but she'd called me by my real name, not operator or nickname.
Come to think of it, viewers had reported a nickname bug last time too.
My real name was already out there, so no big deal, but it still felt off.
I muted the stream audio for a sec and looked up at her.
She met my eyes with a cool but faintly smiling expression.
“Um... didn't you just say my name?”
“Yes, operator nickname confirmed as Sukka.”
“ No, not my nickname—you said my real name. Pretty sure it was Chernakoshka.”
“Huh?”
The receptionist tilted her head blankly, her cold features making her look like a total robot.
Must've been a bug from some AI update.
Between reviving Irina and now this name glitch, I really needed to storm Universe HQ and lodge a formal complaint sometime.
Luckily, it wasn't a major issue—she apologized right away.
That bought director Han Jin-tae and no-show developer Hwarang a few more days before punishment.
“Sorry for the confusion. Must've been a data glitch.”
“Any details on what happened?”
“Inappropriate nickname usage led to accumulated reports. Nickname mentions are temporarily restricted.”
“Uh, um...”
I just chewed my lip at her explanation.
Hearing the details, I knew I was partly at fault.
Sure, dropping my real name had issues, but this time, better to laugh it off.
Deciding that, I unmuted the stream and forced an awkward smile.
“G-Glad it's not serious. I was worried something happened to you.”
“Thank you for your concern. So, which battlefield today?”
“Uh, we wanna join all-out war together...”
“All-out war submission confirmed. Please specify affiliation and region.”
She beamed and showed me a map.
A massive world map depicting WWII fronts.
Affiliation was Soviet no-brainer, but starting point needed thought.
I asked the viewers who'd screamed ‘Sukka! I can't hear you!’
“Anyone know the all-out war situation?”
『Trying to gloss over it? Wasn't that NPC saying her real name?』
『All-out war pace is insane rn fr』
『Sukka's getting pro at streaming... My little Sukka's slipping away...』
『Went looking for Irina yesterday and pushed to Poland』
“Poland? Can you elaborate?”
『Poland's already done, fake war and Winter War too lol』
『Winter War looks like Soviet win imo lol』
『Players skipping Poland/Finland so steamrolling lol』
『French invasion next?』
“Uh... isn't that too fast?”
『Players know history lol gear gap's huge so pushing hard』
『Everyone piling into Soviet/US/Germany/France, total imbalance』
『France player swarm hilarious af lol』
『Fr, if not for Sukka I'd pick France too』
“Huh? Why France?”
『Escape 6-week meme lololol』
『Global players uniting for Maginot Line lol』
『Some picking Japan for nukes lol』
『France still tho, predicting 3 days lol』
“Ah....”
A sigh escaped as I read the war report.
Kicking myself for taking it easy—the war was flying faster than expected.
Still, I got a sense of where to start.
Combining viewer intel and Katzenjäger's slip-up, one spot stood out.
“Then we'll start at Odessa.”
“Sorry, Odessa isn't available as a start point. Please choose a major city.”
“Hmm... Sevastopol then.”
“Got it. Transporting to Sevastopol.”
All-out war with Irina seemed certain.
But Katzenjäger probably hadn't met her himself.
Likely some Nazi side NPC reused her model, and he spotted it, assuming Irina too.
Better to guess her location than wander Siberia blindly.
Good thing I knew why she'd enlisted.
Lived peacefully near Odessa with her little brother till Germans took him—then revenge enlistment.
So starting near Odessa made sense.
Even with trains and planes, Siberia's scale was daunting.
『Where tho?』
『Seba... wut?』
『Why sudden sex jokes and swears?』
『Native pronon good lol』
No Odessa, but closest Sevastopol worked.
The city where Manstein's Gustav Train Gun had bombed—name alone made my legs shake.
Submission done, I ignored chat and returned to comrades.
Legs actually trembling from Gustav flashbacks.
Gonna stick to well-known pronunciations for place names from now on.
That one just embarrassed me.
“Sukka! Submitted?”
“Yeah, starting at Sevastopol.”
“Uh... say that out loud? What if snipers come?”
“I trust my viewer comrades.”
Not fully, but no point hiding it.
『Can I snipe or just help?』
『Meet at Odessa?』
『Logged out in Leningrad, head exploding frㄷㄷ』
『Sukka comrade assemble go go go』
“Helpers welcome. Handshakes when we meet.”
『You sure you can handle it?』
『Handshake event nice lololol』
『Rubbing dicks on the way lmao』
┗ Chat blocked and deleted.
“H-Hands washed please... Don't like dirty people...”
Anyway, time to roll out for real.
I took a deep breath staring at Sutzka stuffed with supplies.
Armory exit would reveal Sevastopol's horrors.
Prepping mentally in case PTSD hit.
All set, I spread my arms to Ttalgwi.
Not aegyo for a hug—just lift me atop Sutzka.
“Ttalgwi... lift me up please....”
“Hmm... with your mouth empty?”
“Huh?”
“As your exclusive ladder, I demand a reward!”
“.......”
But Ttalgwi got cheeky all sudden.
After I'd swallowed my shame to ask.
Still, can't rely only on her—good chance to spread load.
“Never mind. Gordo, can you lift me?”
“Of course, Sukka. One hand's enough.”
I'd asked the black US soldier right there, Gordo.
His massive, almost gross arm hoisted me easy.
Ttalgwi gaped, then yanked her hair.
I just blinked, clueless why.
“Nooo!! I'm Sukka's ladder!!”
『Ttalgwi sobbing lololololol』
『Greed backfired Ttalgwi lololol』
『No Sukka this ain't right!!!!!!!!』
『Once you go black...ㄷㄷㄷ』
『Should I just die? Just die? Just die? Just die? Just die?』
『Pls ask Ttalgwi Sukka ㅜㅜ』
『Damn lol black bro lifting Sukka looks dangerous af lol』
『Optimized bodyㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷ』
『Ghost sis way better......』
『Wanna see me go insane Sukka? Insane? Insane?』
Reactions looked dangerously intense.
Burning chat gave me chills, goosebumps rising.
I scrambled down Sutzka and dove into Ttalgwi's arms.
Pretend it didn't happen, beg her instead.
“Ttalgwi... chat's scary....”
“Eek!! Of course!!”
“Ow... why hit me....”
“Realize you're a female streamer!!”
“.......”
Did I do that wrong?
Men and women—sometimes you just never know.