After I openly targeted the ‘Streamer Hiing’ team, controversies flared up once again in various places.
There were many different controversies, but ultimately, they rapidly increased the interest in the Destruction Match hosted by Twipod.
Not only did it draw in the usual viewers of League of Storm, also known as ‘Rotcrete,’ but it also attracted a wide range of viewers.
Moreover, thanks to the participation of pro gamers, even the fans of the professional league started getting into the Destruction Match content.
Thanks to that, the streamers participating in the Destruction Match could broadcast with far more viewers than usual.
That applied to me as well.
Currently, my average viewership was 40,000. An increase of about 10,000 from usual, with most of the new viewers being fans of the professional league.
Time flew by quickly as I prepared for the Destruction Match.
For the time being, I had to focus on League of Storm content, so some viewers mockingly called it ‘Toge of Storm.’
But what could I do?I had already decided to participate.
Since I decided to participate, I had to at least win to save face.
Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of the first match of the long-awaited Destruction Match arrived.
I woke up early in the morning, took a shower, and checked my condition with some light exercise.
The Destruction Match was held at Twipod’s open studio in Hongdae.
The reason was simple.
The original intent of the Destruction Match was to be a cultural festival with fans.
After putting on the neat slacks and shirt I had bought in advance for today, I headed out immediately.
The morning air was quite cool, probably because the summer heat was starting to wane.
The time was around 10 AM.
I went out early in the morning to have lunch with my team members.
We planned to have lunch together, chat, and then head to the studio to check the capsules.
After a simple rehearsal, we would participate in the fan meeting event scheduled for 4 PM, and the main game would start at 6 PM.
That was the very fulfilling plan for the day.
Anyway, as I finished preparing to go out and sat on the sofa for a moment, Jin-hyuk came out of his room, rubbing his eyes.
“Hyung, don’t get stabbed today. Did you order the stab-proof vest?”
“Stab-proof vest?”
“That woman is very vicious. She might really bring a knife.”
…Well, that sounds like a different kind of crazy from me.
But what was scarier was that Jin-hyuk’s voice had a hint of sincerity.
I scratched my head and casually said to Jin-hyuk.
“Do you want to come with me today?”
“Huh? Our team’s game is tomorrow.”
“No, you have to get stabbed in my place. That’s the duty of a subcontractor.”
“…Hyung.”
It was a joke, but did he have to take it so seriously?
After joking around with Jin-hyuk a few more times, I slowly headed out of the house.
Since Dong-su hyung wasn’t here today and no one was available to pick me up, I planned to travel by subway.
I should probably buy a small car or something once the August sponsorship money gets settled.
Not having a car was inconvenient in many ways.
I headed to the subway station close to home and went straight to Hongdae.
Did it take about 40 minutes?
While watching a video on my smartphone, I arrived in Hongdae before I knew it, and I headed straight to Twipod’s open studio.
A building located about 10 minutes from the station.
In front of it, my team members, who had already agreed to meet, were waiting for me.
“Oh, you’re here?”
“Sha-nim!”
Kurmuljwi-nim and Kingjongwoo-nim greeted me warmly as if they were meeting a long-lost family member.
I smiled at them, nodded, and looked at the other two men standing awkwardly.
“It’s the first time seeing you in person, right? Dong-hyun and Hee-soo. Did you sleep well yesterday?”
Our team’s pro gamers, Templar and Kings.
About three days ago, we agreed to drop the formalities. Both were still young prospects who hadn’t even graduated high school yet.
They awkwardly nodded at me and said.
“You’re here, hyung?”
“Did you both have breakfast?”
“Yes, we had breakfast at the dorm.”
“You have to eat well during your growth period. So you’re not particularly hungry?”
When I asked playfully, Dong-hyun, who was relatively sociable, shook his head and said.
“We ate enough because you said you’d buy lunch today. Don’t worry.”
Unlike when we first met in the game, his voice was full of confidence.
It was only natural, given that Dong-hyun was receiving the most attention in our team after me for the past two weeks.
Contrary to his poor performance in the professional league, he showed overwhelming skill in scrims.
He even had a game where he dominated the top-ranked jungler in the league, earning him solid support from many Evil Gang members.
…Well, the support of the Evil Gang might not be all that good.
Anyway, his improved skills had even caught the eye of our team’s interim coach.
Of course, the same went for Hee-soo, our support, but Dong-hyun’s performance was more prominent.
As I was taking care of the pro gamers, Kurmuljwi-nim, who had been watching silently, spoke up in a distressed tone.
“Still, I’m the team leader…”
“Aren’t you the behind-the-scenes power?”
“Please take care of me too, Sha-nim. I’m really jealous.”
Indeed, none of our team members were sane.
Moreover, Kingjongwoo-nim, standing next to Kurmuljwi-nim, also pouted at me.
“I’m upset too.”
Yuck.
When men do that, it’s really disgusting…
6.
After having lunch together harmoniously, our team went straight to the open studio and finished checking the capsules.
All we had to do for the capsule check was confirm the synchronization rate.
“Hyung, what did you say your synchronization rate was?”
While checking the capsules, Dong-hyun casually asked me, and I answered nonchalantly.
“About 93% now?”
“…What?”
“Anyway, that’s it.”
The synchronization rate wasn’t very consistent, but in my case, it averaged over 90%.
In the capsule set up at my house, which was customized for me, the synchronization rate went up to 97%.
Dong-hyun was stunned after hearing my answer.
Well, we finished checking the capsules quite quickly, and before I knew it, the clock read 3:50 PM.
A Twipod staff member approached us to inform us that the fan meeting was about to begin, and we headed straight to the dedicated fan meeting booth set up in front of the studio.
“Ah, from today, you have to submit your team name, as I mentioned earlier.”
The Twipod staff member said to Kurmuljwi-nim, and he nodded as he told them our team name.
“Please call our team simply Team SB.”
The staff member furrowed their brows slightly and asked.
“Is that an abbreviation for something? SB… something like Special Brothers?”
“No. It stands for Team Shibal.”
“Pardon?”
“Anyway, that’s it.”
“…Okay.”
It wasn’t really my opinion reflected in the team name; rather, it was our viewers’ suggestion.
With that, the submission of our team name was complete, and we immediately showed up at the fan meeting booth.
And my team members and I were left speechless.
“Why are there so many people?”
“Wow…”
A huge crowd had gathered in front of the fan meeting booth, waiting for us.
What was even more surprising were the various cheer signs they were holding.
Kurmuljwi-nim, standing next to me, glanced at the cheer signs and nudged me, saying.
“As expected, Sha-nim, you’re very popular with the ladies.”
Most of the visible female fans were holding cheer signs with my image on them.
Feeling a bit embarrassed by the scene, I cleared my throat a few times and then spoke in as brazen a tone as I could muster.
“Bad boys are said to be attractive, right?”
“…Well, being bad in that way is a bit different, isn’t it?”
“Kurmuljwi-nim.”
“Yes.”
“You’re quite logical sometimes.”
“…Thank you.”
I still didn’t understand why I had so many female fans.
Dong-su hyung often said that his fan meetings were swarming with men.
As soon as we sat in the booth, the Twipod staff members immediately started the event, and fans began to enter the booth.
The fan meeting was set up so that Hiing’s team and our team held it simultaneously.
However, there weren’t many people at Streamer Hiing’s booth.
Compared to our booth, it seemed like less than half.
“Kyaaa! Please take this. I made these snacks just for you, oppa!”
The first fan to enter the booth, a male student, handed me a bag of cookies with a smile.
I smiled awkwardly and signed an autograph for him, bowing my head lightly.
“Thank you.”
“Oppa! You remember the promise you made on the broadcast, right?”
…Hmm, I had made so many promises that I was getting confused.
“Sorry, but what was that?”
“The thing about swearing in my ear if I offered you something. I even prepared this gift just for that!”
…Seriously, are all my viewers lunatics?
Moreover, I had been feeling a strange sense of incongruity for a while.
“But why do you keep calling me oppa? Aren’t you a male student?”
The male student nodded as if it were the most natural thing and answered.
“You like it when I call you oppa.”
“…What?”
“Oppa! Don’t you remember? I’m always in your broadcast…”
Was it you?
You dirty bastard…!
The male student, who seemed to be confused about his gender identity, looked at me with a passionate gaze.
“Hurry up, oppa.”
“Hey.”
“Yes!”
“Stay after the Destruction Match today.”
“What?”
“I promised to give you a thorough scolding, didn’t I? Today seems to be the day. Just wait, you damn bastard.”
Only then did the male student retreat with an ecstatic expression.
Korea was doomed.
With perverts like that roaming openly, I feared for the future of this country.
As the male student stepped back, female students waiting behind him approached, and they too offered me gifts.
Some handed me drawings of my character they had made, and I rewarded them with a sharp insult each before they left.
What was certain was that my fans, regardless of gender, were all weirdos.
Kurmuljwi-nim, who had been quietly watching me sign autographs, spoke up again.
“I really admire you, Sha-nim. I’ll take you as my role model from now on.”
“What for?”
“There are many times when I also want to give my viewers a good cursing.”
“Really?”
While signing a paper in front of me, I responded to Kurmuljwi-nim’s words.
“If you ever really want to curse someone out, give me a call. I can do some proxy cursing for you, Kurmuljwi-nim.”
“Oh… as expected…”
“We’re… a team, right?”
“Oushit!”
In a cheerful atmosphere, the fan meeting continued, and before I knew it, a tower of gifts from fans had been built on my desk.
It was indeed a time when I could truly feel that I had become quite famous.
And 1 hour and 30 minutes later.
Although the scheduled fan meeting event had ended, many people still hadn’t received my autograph.
I looked at them with regret.
But there was nothing I could do right now. Due to the set schedule, the fan meeting ended here.
The event proceeded immediately, and our team and Streamer Hiing’s team moved to the arena.
The arena was just a large screen with 10 capsules in front of it.
As each team took the stage, Godtae, the host of the opening match, began his introduction.
“I am Streamer Godtae, the host for Twipod League of Storm’s Destruction Match. First, I’d like to thank the fans for coming here on a pleasant weekend!”
Streamer Godtae, who started with the customary greeting, approached us first with a smile.
“Before we start the opening match of the Destruction Match, let’s hear a word of determination from each team. First, Team SB… what does this abbreviation stand for?”
Although Kurmuljwi-nim was the team leader, he handed me the microphone.
I shrugged my shoulders as I grabbed the microphone.
“Shibal.”
At my words, Godtae lost his composure and soon stared at me with a bewildered look.
“…What?”
“I named it with the meaning ‘The Origin of Legends.’ Please don’t misunderstand.”
It was a lame excuse, but my viewers would already understand the meaning of “Shibal.”
However, this was an official setting.
I had to offer at least this kind of explanation.
Godtae listened to my excuse, smiling awkwardly, and quickly moved on to the next question.
“Alright. Team SB. Do you have any special resolutions for today’s opening match?”
Resolutions, huh.
Kurmuljwi-nim had probably handed me the microphone to give me a chance to share my resolution.
Holding the microphone, I glanced at Streamer Hiing, who was standing beside me.
Then, I flashed a sly smile at the operator, Jackson Oh, who was glaring at me from the front row.
“A lot of my fans came today, but unfortunately, many didn’t get a chance to meet me.”
“Yes.”
“So, I plan to finish the match quickly and hold another fan meeting with those who missed out. Two hours should be enough.”
A statement filled with clear provocation.
I had no particular feelings toward the pro gamers on the other side, but ultimately, everything would go as I wanted.
Jackson Oh and Hiing began to show strong discomfort at my blatant disregard.
So what?
I looked at Jackson Oh with ease and wrapped up my speech.
“Twipod administrators, please prepare for the fan meeting. It won’t take long.”
Boooo.
A few fans booed at me.
They were probably viewers who had come to support Hiing’s team.
Hearing the boos after such a long time actually made me feel good.
You can’t get upset about this.
The real humiliation was just about to begin.
Thus, the curtain rose on the first match of the Destruction Match.
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