Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: It's Not a Self-Deprecating Broadcast
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“Then I’ll fire off a few rounds.”
“Sure, let’s see it.”
I called Ghost over right after finishing Ttalgwi’s training.
Then I asked him to do some practice shooting so I could check his skills.
Soon, Ghost shouldered the DP-28, aimed at the target, and began firing.
Even though it was a light machine gun, it wasn’t exactly lightweight, but there he was, shooting it standing up without even using the bipod.
- Tutudung—! Tudutudung—!
On top of that, even though I hadn’t told him, Ghost was firing in controlled bursts of three or four rounds.
Thanks to that, barrel overheating and ammo waste were minimized, and he even showed stable shooting from atop a moving tank.
After firing all 47 rounds, Ghost calmly swapped out the magazine.
It wasn’t perfectly fluid yet, so the speed was so-so, but it still looked faster and more accurate than most soldiers.
Training Ttalgwi had taken two hours, but Ghost didn’t seem to need any instruction at all.
His manly display left me, Ttalgwi, and even the viewers in awe.
『I thought Ju-ji was gonna crash the lily party lol』
『Ghost is shining so bright Sukka doesn’t need to teach him?』
『Was on pins and needles thinking she’d ride a guy’s back this time kekeke』
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〔I freaked out thinking she’d call him oppa after unni kekeke〕
『Polar Bear: Kabee』
『If it’s not an oppa talking to me, I’ll cough up blood』
『Unni is forgivable but oppa is a hard no kekekeke』
The Polar Bear hunters were making a huge fuss, which soured my mood.
Sure, training would naturally involve some physical contact, but there was no way “oppa” was ever coming out of my mouth.
I’d barely gotten used to “unni,” and pulling out “oppa” would shatter my identity.
I shook my head in exasperation, and Ttalgwi pouted her lips before asking Ghost,
“What’s with that? Why are you so good? Have you used the DP-28 before, Ghost?”
“I just know the basics. Any FPS veteran could do it.”
“I’m kinda a veteran too...”
“Pardon? How much playtime do you have in FPS games, Ttalgwi?”
“I just passed 2,000 hours recently.”
“That’s a bit shy of veteran status. Not to brag, but I’m over 8,000 hours.”
“Ugh!”
Ttalgwi ground her teeth in frustration after being outdone by Ghost.
Over 8,000 hours in FPS games meant basically shooting nonstop for a whole year.
But to my ears, their banter just sounded cute.
After all, hadn’t I lived trapped in an FPS game for four years?
That alone put my playtime well over 35,000 hours.
If they were veterans, I was past spoiled water and straight into oil territory.
Their posturing like grubs in front of a butterfly brought a wry smile to my face.
I hid my crooked lips behind my hair and said to Ghost,
“As expected, Ghost has tons of experience. Master the reload, and you’ll be perfect.”
“Thank you for the kind words. Leave squad support to me.”
“Ah, sure. You’re so reliable. Let me show you how to load the magazine.”
“Yes, please.”
I sat next to Ghost and started explaining how to load rounds.
The DP-28’s pan magazine was as unique in loading as it looked, so it was best to teach him properly now.
As I did, absurd misunderstandings exploded in the chat.
I stared silently at the chat while slotting in bullets.
『Huh? Why’s she suddenly flirting?』
『?????』
『Sukka why so nice to another guy?』
『Aren’t they sitting too close?』
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『What’s that supposed to mean Sukka-ya』
『Female vibes on point lol』
『Ju-ji ended up crashing anyway fml』
『Drift is too much!!』
I didn’t hide my exasperation.
Getting shipped with Ttalgwi was tolerable, but with a guy? It felt off.
Especially the word “female”—it grated so much.
Biologically, sure, I was a girl, but “bitch” or “female” like that? Too much.
Time to cull the audience a bit.
To shake off those nasty Polar Bear hunters, I showered Ghost with praise.
“Ghost, your hands are huge. Like, as big as my face. So manly—I’m jealous.”
“Yes, I do have large hands.”
“Then try loading it yourself. Just shove ’em right in these holes.”
“Got it.”
I compared hand sizes with Ghost to troll the viewers.
I wanted to go full vixen, but this was the best I could think of.
Even just touching hands had the viewers going feral.
I’d pissed off the viewers. I could control their emotions. The thought made me a bit giddy.
“Iluwaaait!!”
“Eek!”
Suddenly, Ttalgwi yanked me from the side.
She wedged me between her legs and pinned me down.
What the hell? I turned around, and she lightly bonked my head.
I shrank back like a scared turtle, neck tucked.
“Ow... Why’d you hit me...”
“Your face just now was total ero-gaki!”
“E-Ero-gaki what’s that...”
“Perverted brat! You’ve been talking all double entendre and playing dumb!”
“Pardon?”
Ttalgwi launched into a lecture on proper female streamer etiquette.
Using ambiguous phrasing leads to sex joke misunderstandings. Physical contact with guys brings in toxic viewers. She pointed out my carelessness like that.
It was all spot-on, but I didn’t want to hear it from a skintship-loving Ttalgwi.
I squirmed in her arms and timidly protested.
“Then skinship with girls is fine?”
“No boys or girls! Just with me!”
“Wh-what? Unni’s a girl too...”
“Shut up! Tell all the Polar Bears to drop dead!”
“Nyaek...”
Ttalgwi finally threw a childish tantrum.
She hugged me tighter and even rubbed her cheek against mine.
Her affection felt nice, but with Ghost and tons of viewers watching, I got embarrassed for no reason.
Noticing my distress, Ghost stood and offered a helping hand.
“The viewers won’t seriously misunderstand. Everyone knows how kind Sukka is. You’d act the same with any other viewer here. Right, Sukka?”
“Ah, yeah. Probably... Comrades don’t scare me...”
“Anyway, shouldn’t we take a break? Gord’s been driving for hours already—he must be tired.”
“Mmm... Yeah, let’s rest a bit. Gotta fix this hunger debuff too.”
“Understood. I’ll call everyone.”
Ghost finished, opened the hatch, and summoned the tank uncles.
It was a smooth way to shift topics during the break.
The viewers calmed down too, and chat returned to normal.
A few had rage-quit spewing curses, but that was the point, so no regrets.
Soon, Sutzka pulled over by the roadside, and the tank uncles piled out.
Crawling out like zombies from the grave—they’d clearly been secretly boozing and gotten properly sloshed.
“Uncles, you guys drank?”
“Yeah, got bored so we all slammed some vodka. Booze is best in-game, huh.”
“You can get drunk in a game?”
“Damn right. No hangover worries—better than real life. Want some?”
“I don’t drink without good snacks. So I’ll make some for you.”
“Heh, now that’s welfare I like.”
I pulled cooking tools from the supply crate.
Full-scale war had few gamey elements, so players had to manage hunger and thirst manually.
The dish I chose for my comrades: “Tushonka Sandwich.”
I’d stocked tons of the canned beef tushonka as supplies, so we could eat freely.
Time to show off my Eastern Front cooking skills.
Confidently gathering ingredients, I sat on the flat road and got to work.
“Oh? Sukka’s cooking for us?”
“Yeah, I’ll make yummy sandwiches.”
“Eugh! But what’s that canned stuff!”
“It’s called tushonka—beef in a can.”
Popping the lid revealed the familiar meat lump.
Dark braised-like meat clumped with white globs of fat—kinda gross-looking.
But its calories were proven, so no reason not to eat.
I dumped the tushonka in a pot and heated it over solid fuel.
『Euuuk!』
『Wtf is that lmao』
『Appetite gone instantly lol』
『Sukka’ll make it tasty tho right?』
Soon the white fat melted fully, releasing a gamey stench.
So familiar yet not missed—a flavor killer for sure.
But the viewers’ reactions rubbed me wrong.
I tucked in my pouting lips and pulled out bread.
Soak the cold bread in meat fat, top with shredded meat—done.
Seeing the hearty meal I’d craved brought a satisfied smile.
“All done. One for each of you.”
“Uh, um... Th-thanks, bon appétit...”
“Ahem... The visuals are intense.”
“Kid... You’re really...”
I handed out the finished sandwiches to my comrades.
Then I sat, took a big bite.
Exactly like the Eastern Front version, as expected.
The salty, greasy taste nearly made me blurt “Khorosho!”
But my comrades’ faces were weird.
Ttalgwi awkwardly scratched her cheek, Ghost redonned his mask, Wardaddy openly grimaced.
Bible and Gord, peeking over, didn’t look thrilled either.
I swallowed my chew and cautiously asked,
“Not... tasty...?”
“It’s, uh, pretty intense flavor!”
“Mmm... Unique texture.”
“You punks, just be honest. Half-ass it and she might make more. Kid, this is worse than British food. No more cooking from you.”
Wardaddy’s straight talk pierced past Ttalgwi and Ghost’s hemming.
I barely caught the sandwich before it dropped.
Not tasty? What the hell?
It felt honest, but I couldn’t accept it.
And worse than British food? Harsh.
Hiding my gloom, I hung my head and said,
“Then don’t force it... I’ll eat them all...”
“N-no... It’s not your cooking—it’s the ingredients, right?”
“It’s fine... No need to comfort me... My tastes must be weird...”
“Uh, um... Sukka, you really think this is tasty?”
“Y-yeah...”
“......Let’s go eat something delish together after this. I’ll treat you till you’re stuffed silly.”
“.......”
Ttalgwi gazed at me with wistful eyes.
Like she pitied a poor girl.
The pent-up hurt surged like an explosion.
I tore into my sandwich with my duck-bill pout.
Chat entered my view naturally.
Viewers’ reactions weren’t great either.
『Even Sukka can’t save that kekeke』
『Like wiping a greasy pan with bread lol』
『Marry Sukka and that’s your dinner?』
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『I cook well, wanna come home to me?』
『Fat clumps are nightmare fuel kekeke』
『God is fair after all』
“Ugh...”
So mean.