I Have Returned, but I Cannot Lay down My Gun

Chapter 52 - Jump Master



Chapter 52 Jump Master

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“No, damn it. What the hell is this….”

Damn it.

A word that every man, woman, and child in South Korea has uttered at least once, a magical phrase capable of expressing everything from the vastness of the universe to the depths of human emotions.

As a Korean, one must be able to discern the emotions behind that word from a single utterance, and most people actually could.

Everyone in the chat knew.

The recent curse had stemmed from a complete loss of any semblance of sanity.

­???????????????

­Strangling with a piano wire, lololololol

­Damn, what the hell, this game is too scary!!!!!!!!

­Is this something a human could think of, damn it, lololol

­This is the kind of thing a bald agent would come up with~

A primal sigh.

However, my body naturally began to replay the footage of the recent round. There was no need to watch the early part; the screen sped up and showed the moments before my death.

Spectator mode.

The aerial view displayed the movements of both myself and the enemy player at a glance.

The vehicle I was in took dozens of bullets, and flames erupted from the hood. Slowing down and disembarking, my past self headed toward the enemy who was leisurely setting up traps on the second floor of a house.

Meanwhile, the enemy tied a fishing line to the trigger and quietly moved to the next room, pulling the line to unleash bullets into the air.

“Seriously, damn it, I should’ve run away instead of charging in. Ugh….”

­I’m dizzy, this is crazy

­The rank-up match level is insane, lolololol

­Seeing him take down Kato, that guy’s also quite the nutcase

­Breaking news)Newbies are quitting Dark Zone en masse after watching Kato’s broadcast

­So according to the logic just now, is that kind of good? Lolololol

Meanwhile, the screen kept moving.

The enemy had set up fishing lines all over the second-floor entryway. Not once, but twice, ensuring a definite trip by weaving more than four lines in a crisscross pattern.

It was designed to definitely trip any human-like entity.

What happened next was predictable.

Kato, carefully ascending the stairs, tripped over the fishing line firmly secured to nearby furniture, and a low scream mixed with a heavy thud echoed through the space.

At the same time, the enemy avatar appeared.

Since Kato had died without even being able to move his neck, it was practically his first time seeing the enemy.

Delicate features, and a long snake tail that somehow didn’t seem to fit.

Fully armed, the enemy approached cautiously, winding the fishing line around his hand, and began strangling Kato, immobilizing him with the tail wrapped around both legs.

With a melodious voice like rolling jade beads, he held the fishing line with one hand and pulled out a pistol from his holster with the other, aiming it at Kato’s head.

Bang.

And so, the rank-up match ended.

“…What is this?”

Kato muttered in disbelief, but did he know?

That it was just the beginning.

­[Notice: You have been promoted to TIER 2!]

­[Notice: You can now apply for the Asia preliminaries. You can submit your application at the main lobby, meeting the tournament rank criteria.]

“…Somehow, I made it up here in about 10 days. I think it’s because many of you have been cheering me on. Thank you to all the viewers.”

­YooJinVictory!YooJinVictory!YooJinVictory!YooJinVictory!YooJinVictory!YooJinVictory!YooJinVictory!YooJinVictory!

­Cheering (don’t really care)

­If cheering got you from unranked to master in 10 days, give me some of that too, damn it

­Teacher, don’t lie, if you didn’t broadcast, you would’ve climbed even faster

­We live in the ‘Yoo Jin’ era! We live in the ‘Yoo Jin’ era! We live in the ‘Yoo Jin’ era!

Tier 2.

Did it take more than ten days, or less? To be honest, I didn’t really keep track because I was climbing somewhat mindlessly without any clear goal.

In Dark Zone, Apex Predator’s rank-up matches aimed to achieve specific RP within a certain number of matches.

Depending on the path taken, the number of matches needed to accumulate the required RP increased or decreased, and in my case, it was to the extent that…borrowing words from the chat, it seemed almost impossible.

Anyway, the given number of matches for my rank-up was three.

According to the brief information provided before starting the game, I needed to secure at least 7 kills per match and finish first three times in a row to secure the necessary RP.

Ironically, it wasn’t too difficult.

12 hours and 36 minutes.

That was today’s total broadcast time. Unlike my usual gameplay of wandering around and sweeping up other players, I played a bit more cautiously these days, increasing the time per match.

Physically, I could still manage, but mentally, it wasn’t great. Taking a deep breath, I ended Dark Zone and switched to the private booth.

Sinking deeply into the extremely plush chair, I spoke.

“I’ll stop playing Dark Zone here. I’m pretty exhausted.”

­First time I’ve watched from start to finish, damn, I feel like throwing up

­No joke, you climb ranks faster than any streamer I’ve seen, lolololol

­How do you consistently get first place to this tier? Are you human?

­Yoo Jin quote after 12 hours of continuous gaming)Pretty exhausted

­One thing’s for sure, this person is unprecedentedly insane, lol

As I stared at the gradually fading chat and the ceiling, one thought crossed my mind.

Come to think of it, have I ever done a proper interaction broadcast with my viewers… It’s hard to say for sure, but probably not. I could say yes or no, either way.

But in a different light, it was a vague situation. Compared to the just chatting streams of other streamers you see on Yourspace, I wasn’t sure.

When I tried to figure out what to do, that too was confusing.

.

­Hey, are you asleep?

“…No, I’m not asleep.”

My voice sounded a bit more subdued than usual.

After a brief hesitation, I decided to just be honest.

“…It’s nothing major, but it occurred to me that I haven’t really interacted properly with all of you. You might misunderstand, but it’s not because I don’t want to talk to you all, it’s just that I don’t know what to do.”

­Lololololololololol

­Don’t be fooled, Yoo Jin clan, this is the Terminator’s strategy

­What is this? Sudden display of humanity? What does this mean?????

­Lololol, that’s very cute

­Interaction? Today we’ll find out the avatar’s three sizes, get ready lololol

…Scary, scary.

I thought everyone was just focused on my gameplay, but it seems they were just holding back. Seeing them jump in like this felt like suddenly opening a gas valve.

I asked for a moment’s break and went to drink some water. If I don’t stretch and hydrate every hour, my body quickly tires. Just like lying in one position for too long causes bedsores.

After thoroughly spraying myself and my tail with a water sprayer and lying on the bed, I returned to the private booth to find a flood of questions waiting for me.

Let’s check them one by one.

­[Accumulated cost for this question: 323,000 won]

“…The questions are a mess right from the start. Do you really have to be curious about this stuff?”

­Teacher, isn’t it your avatar? My Johnson at home is getting angry, please tell us

­Lol, I also spent 50,000 won, but remember I’m different from you guys

­Indeed, you’re different, rich pervert

­Lololololol, a bunch of lunatics here

­Teacher, if you slander us like that, we’ll be very sad

I skipped those kinds of questions without even looking.

Besides, this is my avatar and my body, so there’s no reason to reveal it. I haven’t disclosed my real appearance to anyone yet, so I had to be even more cautious.

The accumulated cost started to rise as I skipped the question, but I ignored it.

Next question.

“…I’m 171 cm tall. I can’t reveal my weight.”

­Why can’t you reveal your weight???????????????

­Damn it, Yoo Jin, are you going to keep playing hard to get? Do you want to taste some cash?

­Yeah, broadcasting is my hobby~ Don’t need money~ Too bad if you don’t like it~

­If you only reveal one, it’s more frustrating than not revealing both, damn it, lol

­Teacher, I’m dying of thirst!!!!!!

“To clarify, my body is quite unique, so revealing my weight could lead to exposure issues related to my personal information. I’d appreciate it if you understand.”

Another question popped up.

“No comment. I think you’ll understand from my previous answer.”

­Holy sh*t, lollollollollollollollollol

­Everyone, hands off your keyboards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

­No way, lololololololol

­Teacher, I’ve only sent clean and kind messages,

lololol

­One out of ten in court would be 400 people, lololololol

There was no reason to hide this part.

Among the chats, there were a few concerned about impersonation of awakened individuals, but there was nothing to worry about. If I impersonated someone, I’d be dealt with by the law.

I considered taking more questions but decided I couldn’t spend the entire time on Q&A. So, I stopped the questions and started my own story.

Now, what would be good?

…Oh, there was that.

“Come to think of it, recently Harmony contacted me. Just a casual check-in and…what was it, Jump Master? She said it’s time for the teacher to try it, recommending such a game. It’s a game where you rescue a pretty female character at the top.”

The reaction was immediate.

­Damn it, lololololololol

­Connoisseur at it again, lol

­No, damn it, teacher, don’t play such games, seriously

­Damn that green tea cat, spreading poison in Tricki, lol

­Right…Damn it, I knew it, that crazy woman

What should I say?

It was like a reaction to a bug hit with insecticide, or more politely, like an electric shock. In any case, it wasn’t a reaction fitting for a streamer.

But thinking about it differently, it made me very curious. What kind of game could they hate so much – it seemed less like hate and more like the inevitable had come.

Moreover, rather than viewers suffering, it was more likely I’d be the one suffering from playing the game. From that perspective, their reactions were more like playful grievances against Harmony.

Their strong reactions only piqued my curiosity about the game.

So I used Harmony as a shield and spoke up.

“…Still, since I got a game recommendation, if I stream tomorrow, I’ll play it for about an hour.”

With that, I ended the broadcast amid various reactions – mostly viewers’ desperate pleas not to go down that path.

In hindsight, it wasn’t exactly a thorough interaction, but perhaps this sort of interaction isn’t so bad.

With that rough feeling, the day came to an end.

It was fulfilling.

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