Chapter 327 ·Just as Taught (2)?

Just 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Taught (2)

Jung Soyoon and the commentators expressed their admiration.

"KO! LastHitSooni wins the second round as well!"

The first match of the female division ended with LastHitSooni's second consecutive victory.

"Wow, as expected of our LastNuna! That's Squid Girl! That's what it feels like she's saying!"

Genome could not hide his joy. He continued speaking with an excited voice.

"LastHitSooni's condition is at its peak right now! As expected from the person everyone thinks of when it comes to female fighting gamers for Tri!"

"Ah... Gyu Rani fought hard, so it's really unfortunate. It was such a close call!"

Willitwork? calmly gave his perspective on the first match next to him. With the two giving opposite takes, Jung Soyoon could not side with either. So she decided to simply do her job.

"Well, both commentators have different opinions. Next up is a match between the team's vanguard, lastHitSooni, and the next, dureon Dureon! The question is, can LastHitSooni keep up her momentum?"

"Oh, of course! The first match was entirely in LastHitSooni's favor! And not just gently flowing, it was like a total mainstream—unstoppable current! No chance against this surge!"

"I doubt Tri's winning streak can hold. There were some pretty shaky moments in the first match. That kind of pressure really adds up. No matter how high the tide, it's over if the rower is exhausted!"

Genome and Willitwork? kept up their heated debate. Jung Soyoon smiled and turned her gaze to the camera.

"Which commentator will be proved right? The answer will be revealed in just a moment, after the break, in Match 2!"

* * *

After Match 2, in the Tri team waiting room. LastHitSooni returned, surrounded by a glow. The other team members rushed to greet her.

"Unni! Congratulations!"

"Wow, you were amazing! Completely on fire today!"

Bright faces and words of celebration.

Even in her bout against Dureon Dureon, lastHitSooni had claimed victory.

"That makes it 3:1, 3:1!"

"Unni, you really came prepared. At this rate you'll take the entire prize money for yourself!"

Decibel beamed and Ha Soyeon, who was close with LastHitSooni, teased her jokingly. LastHitSooni snorted and shot back playfully.

"Hey, it's all thanks to the power of love."

"Seriously! Not the flirting again."

"Well, if I manage to get an all-kill this time, I'll skip collecting wedding gifts from you two at the ceremony."

Everyone laughed at her banter, including Lee Gyeongbok.

'An all-kill might be tough though...'

But he analyzed the situation dispassionately. In the second match, lastHitSooni had shown signs of waning focus. In fact, match 2 went the full three rounds, what they call "three tight rounds."

'This much is more than enough.'

She had done her part.

Lee Gyeongbok didn't want to bring down the team's spirits.

"And Purple, you don't need to give anything either."

"Huh?"

"No, it's just that Purple's points and predictions were dead-on! Both in Match 1 and 2, the insights fit perfectly. Turns out Capoeira is surprisingly weak against jumps."

Dureon Dureon's character in Match 2 had been Edward. LastHitSooni followed Lee Gyeongbok's advice and gained the upper hand.

"Still, it's you who was amazing. Timing and judgment—that's all your own skill. Even without my advice, I'm sure you'd have found another winning move."

When Lee Gyeongbok answered humbly, she smiled even brighter.

"Oh, Purple, you say such nice things. So, any tips for Mom Queen next?"

"Hmm, as for that..."

When Lee Gyeongbok paused, everyone turned their attention to him.

"For the team's sake, I'll be honest."

He finally answered with a wry smile.

"From here, we need to approach things much more strategically."

* * *

Surprisingly, the third match between LastHitSooni and Mom Queen ended quickly.

"Oh, tri's fierce momentum has been stopped here! Mom Queen takes it with a Round 2 KO!"

LastHitSooni lost, not taking even a single round. Genome sighed in disappointment.

"Ah, what a pity. LastNuna was really at her best today. But the fatigue from two back-to-back matches seems to have caught up."

But Genome wasn't someone to stay down for long.

"Still, tri is still in the lead! Didn't LastNuna do the work of two on her own? Now Mom Queen needs to do the work of three!"

"I see it differently. You say three servings, but if those are kids' or junior meals, it's still just one serving."

Willitwork? fired back immediately.

"In reality, lastHitSooni was Tri's core. Now that's shaken, the balance will tip! If it's Mom Queen we're talking about, taking care of two more? Totally doable!"

As their commentary went back and forth, the chat exploded:

― Will? is infected by Genome's food metaphors!

-lol is this a food fighter contest??

—but honestly, he's got a point, which is even more annoying lmao

― Ah, mom Queen's really a tough opponent

― Hayeoja's practiced a lot but who knows if it'll work

― Maybe if LastNuna got round 1, it'd be different T_T

― Mom Queen is at max condition right now

Jung Soyoon, nodding, moved the flow forward.

"Okay, match 4 is ready! If you win again, all five matches will be played! Will Mom Queen make a comeback drama, an all-kill? Time to find out."

As she commented, the rest break ended and the screen moved to the character selection.

"Will Purple use the chance card this time too?"

As both sides finalized their characters, the commentators reacted.

"Oh, he's not using it again. Purple really is decisive!"

"I actually expected now would be the perfect moment, but it seems he's sticking to his guns."

"Alright! So it's main character duel again! Mom Queen with Severus versus Ha Soyeon's Langlang!"

Both players stepped up and the fight was declared.

As the match began, the commentators gushed out rapid commentary.

"Oh! Mom Queen is moving even faster than before! She's weaving in clinches too!"

Mom Queen pressured Ha Soyeon with classic boxing combos, breaking up the rhythm with clinches to mess with her opponent's guard timing.

"That's great! Being last, mom Queen had a long wait. Match 3 was just a warmup, now she's at full power!"

Willitwork? explained excitedly, and Genome pouted next to him.

"This is a problem! If you use this style, there will be controversy!"

"Huh? Controversy?"

"Boxing is a sport, right? It's about fair fighting! If you use clinch this much, it's a stain on boxing's honor! The global Severus Main Character Association could flood us with complaint emails!"

The audience burst out laughing.

― Where's the Severus Main Character Association even from lol

― This commentary is off the rails

― Genome's punchlines ON!

― Hey, is this commentary or drunken rambling?

― If only the Tri team had their own commentator!

― Instant character deletion incoming LOL

― We don't even know who he is!"

The players mostly ignored him as the commentary got wilder, making the audience laugh.

"Oh! There it is! She's using it!"

"Ha Soyeon's trademark step! The Ha Girl Step!"

Langlang on stage showed off rapid side-stepping.

"She really hates using this move! She said she wants to shed the Hayeoja label!"

"This is noble determination! She's putting the team win before her own image, even bowing low if it means victory!"

"I think she's trying to counterattack with this step! But Mom Queen isn't moving?"

Mom Queen watched Ha Soyeon and backed off. Willitwork? praised her judgment.

"That's excellent! No reason to engage now! Mom Queen has the stamina lead!"

"Exactly! If she just waits this out, she'll win by time over! Ha Soyeon is the one hurting!"

Genome made a show of righteous indignation.

"Is this really okay? Where's the sportsmanship!? Are you not afraid of the fury of eighty million Severus players worldwide!? That step—if anything, that's the real Ha Girl Step!"

― LOL just making up numbers now!

― If eighty million people play one character, this must be the best game ever

― That counts the parallel universes, right?

― WA! Multiverse!

The audience laughed, but the match was on a knife's edge.

Eventually, ha Soyeon was the one to make the first move—there was no point waiting for defeat.

"Ha Soyeon's Winged Palm! Is it going in?"

"She dodged it! Amazing weaving! The Counter upper—up she goes!"

"That's the very definition of an upper woman!"

Genome cried out desperately.

-lol it's called upper because she's in the air

― Either way, she's up there, right?"

― Mom Queen really is strong...

― Is this Omega's level? What could be beyond?

― Omega's wall! Too high to overcome!

The outcome seemed clear.

* * *

Tri team's waiting room.

Ha Soyeon returned with a downcast face.

"Ah, really... It's just too much of a shame!"

She raised her voice in frustration. LastHitSooni, who'd been waiting, patted her on the back.

"Aww, you did great. Second round really was close."

"Yeah, for sure. You followed the plan perfectly."

Lee Gyeongbok approached, offering comfort.

"I know you really didn't want to use that... step, so thank you for doing it anyway. Thanks to you, we were able to buy crucial time."

Lee Gyeongbok hadn't thought Ha Soyeon would beat Mom Queen. He'd asked her to play for time to wear out Mom Queen's stamina as much as possible.

"It's not as if the viewers would have changed their minds if you hadn't used it. Well, if it helped, I'm glad."

Ha Soyeon quickly shook it off, but furtively glanced around and whispered,

"Is Decibel going to be okay? She was cheering me on when I went up, but now..."

Everyone's gaze followed hers—to Decibel, staring blankly at the wall, lost in thought. She really had zoned out.

'Is this real? It all depends on me now?'

Up until Ha Soyeon lost, she had some hope. She'd half-hoped she might not even have to go up.

But reality closed in.

'If I lose, it's all over...?'

Her jaw trembled slightly. Reality offered no mercy. The pressure pressed down hard on her.

'Can I... really do this?'

There were a hundred thousand people in the stadium.

Even if only half were Tri fans, that was fifty thousand. In fact, probably even more.

If she lost here?

All that anger and disappointment would come pouring down on her.

'Why did I agree to be the representative?'

She was foolish. She hadn't thought it through.

Maybe she'd gotten caught up in the mood.

The viewers in her practice streams liked her, and she'd gotten arrogant.

'Who did I think I was, trying to compete...!'

Maybe this wasn't where she belonged. She should have stuck to what she was good at—the ambition just brought her trouble.

And that trouble would also affect Lee Gyeongbok and her teammates who put in all that effort together.

Her mind slipped further and further into blankness.

"Decibel?"

"Hik!"

LastHitSooni suddenly appeared in her field of vision, making Decibel jump with a squeak.

"Unniii..."

She sounded like she might burst into tears any second, and even now her voice was choked up.

"What do I do? I don't think I can do this. What about your marriage gifts, unni..."

LastHitSooni stared in surprise, then burst out laughing.

She cupped Decibel's cheeks and grinned.

"Oh, Decibel! You're seriously just too cute?"

"Eh...?"

"Aww, you're just too innocent. All that marriage gift talk? It's for the stream! For fun!"

Decibel blinked her teary eyes.

"I already have all the wedding stuff ready. I was just joking, to make things fun. Do I really look like the kind of person who'd get mad at you for this? Like I'd blame you?"

"No, it's not that..."

"Don't worry, Decibel. I even used the Ha Girl Step and lost. If anyone's getting hate, it'll be me, so really don't stress."

Ha Soyeon added casually from the side. But even if she sounded nonchalant, her intent was to comfort, and Decibel felt a little better—though she still felt anxious.

"Purple, maybe it's just better to use the ban-pick card?"

At her question, Lee Gyeongbok smiled faintly.

"First, since you're very nervous, take a deep breath."

"... Okay."

With Lee Gyeongbok's calm voice, Decibel nodded and followed the instruction.

"Go over the coaching again, step by step. You've prepared plenty for Severus, right?"

"Yes."

Like film played backward, all her personal coaching stream memories came back.

"If you use the ban-pick card now, all that effort would be for nothing. Don't you think?"

"... Sorry, I just got so scared I lost my head for a bit."

"That's normal. That's why I'm here to help. Just keep recalling the coaching."

There was no hint of agitation in Lee Gyeongbok's voice. That calm seemed to sink in and anchor Decibel's trembling heart.

"No need to be afraid. If you remember, you'll know what to do."

More than that, Lee Gyeongbok was absolutely certain.

Everything he'd coached her for—

"I never taught you how to lose, Decibel."

Only how to win.

* * *

Jung Soyoon cleared her throat to grab attention.

"And now, only the final match of the female division remains! Tri requested a slightly longer break, but preparations are now complete!"

The last match, number five, was ready. After both players finished their character picks, they stepped onto the stage.

"Decibel, we trust youuu!"

"Show us the 10-stage combo!"

"Go, deci-woman, fighting!"

Cheers and encouragement filled her ears. Decibel took a deep breath and stared at Mom Queen across the way.

'Just do as I learned, just as I learned.'

She repeated this like a mantra in her mind. Her deeply focused eyes scanned over Mom Queen's character, severus.

'Eyes, shoulder, waist.'

Starting from the basics, she recalled all her experience.

'Jab, straight, upper, blow, weaving, ducking...'

All Severus's skills she'd faced countless times, and the muscular movements that went with them.

Like memorizing patterns in a rhythm game, she recalled those small movements. As her senses honed completely onto her opponent, she felt a change.

"Deci... fight..."

"Let's... go..."

The cheers and shouts faded into a dull roar. Her vision tunneled until only Severus was at the center.

〈READY!〉

Among it all, the only thing clear was the system voice. Her body reflexively snapped into stance.

With that, the familiar feeling revived.

'It's not very different from a rhythm game.'

As if she was playing the 'Beat Sword' stage, her senses condensed the space between her and her opponent into a straight line.

As the fight declaration rang out—

〈FIGHT!〉

Decibel's game had begun.

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