[ㄷㄷ those are bandages? when did he even grab them;;]
[with buffs he’s insanely good wtf]
[analysis king vs pax]
At some point, chats doubting Pyeonghwa’s skills stopped appearing in the chat window.
ImaDdakDae was simply a skilled civilian, but Nam Cheolsu was truly a former pro. Even if his skills had declined since retirement, most players couldn’t match him.
It wasn’t unreasonable to be speechless at the sight of Pyeonghwa toying with such a Nam Cheolsu.
<CardCaptorChanmi-nim breathes the Breath of the Battlefield.>
<Physical attack power increases for a set time.>
<Defense increases for a set time.>
<Movement speed increases for a set time.>
<Accuracy increases for a set time.>
CardCaptorChanmi was just as dumbfounded. She had forgotten that the buff duration had ended and stared blankly at Pyeonghwa before belatedly casting the skill again.
‘Crazy… his physicals are good too?’
Even if you completely saw through an opponent’s play style, an ordinary person couldn’t dodge bullets half a beat faster just by watching the minute movement of the gun barrel shaking. Yet Pyeonghwa was accomplishing that absurd feat on top of a moving amusement ride, dangling in midair no less.
After landing, he easily broke through Nam Cheolsu’s binding skill and kicked him up in the air to ensure no NPCs were harmed. Even in the midst of urgent combat, he grasped the entire situation and avoided point deductions.
She knew he was smart. Unless you were quite clever, you couldn’t post an analysis without playing the game even once and cause such a ripple. She had also admired the scheme where he swapped clothes with an NPC and landed a hit on Nam Cheolsu.
But that wasn’t simply being smart. His movements, which looked somewhat clumsy due to lack of practical experience, had made her mistake him for a cunning-type player.
Yoon Gyeom’s words were right. He was an opponent she shouldn’t let her guard down against.
‘Can I kill him?’
CardCaptorChanmi tightened her grip on her staff and gulped. Actually, she had planned to aim for an opening while Pyeonghwa and Nam Cheolsu were fighting and take them both out.
But for one side to be this overwhelmingly dominant… regret washed over her, wondering if she shouldn’t have given him buffs.
CardCaptorChanmi’s physical abilities were average. There was a limit to growing a channel just with skills. Thanks to establishing a magical girl concept, she was able to gather 500,000 subscribers, but seeing someone so naturally talented like that made the wall of talent feel infinitely high.
‘…But he seems to completely mistake me as being on his side, right?’
CardCaptorChanmi sneered as she recalled Pyeonghwa fumbling over just a friend request. He was clearly a nerd with no immunity to the opposite sex. Since he seemed to have a favorable impression of her, it didn’t seem bad to use that favorability.
CardCaptorChanmi held her breath and quietly watched for an opportunity.
“Keurgh…!”
In the distance, a battered Nam Cheolsu raised his body. With his face flushed bright red, he aimed his gun.
At the end of his line of sight was CardCaptorChanmi.
Bang!
“Ah!”
The rapidly flying bullet grazed her arm. Along with burning pain, blood stained the white lace.
“CardCaptorChanmi! Give me a buff before I kill you!”
Nam Cheolsu ground his teeth and shouted. CardCaptorChanmi let out a hollow laugh. When begging wouldn’t even be enough, he was threatening her instead, which was laughable.
Nam Cheolsu was the type of person who would really pull the trigger if you didn’t do as told. But Breath of the Battlefield couldn’t be cast on two people simultaneously. She needed an excuse.
“The Viking is shaking so it’s hard to throw cards! You need to come closer!”
CardCaptorChanmi used the vigorously swinging amusement ride as an excuse. It wasn’t completely a lie. It was difficult to throw cards in this situation.
“Fuck, move!”
As she expected, Nam Cheolsu began climbing over seats while kicking aside the crouching survivors. All while aiming his gun to keep Pyeonghwa from approaching.
‘Damn it, damn it!’
Nam Cheolsu felt like he was possessed by a ghost. He’d been perfect in worse situations than this, yet he couldn’t land a single hit. Looking at what he did, he seemed like a beginner, but as if he could foresee his movements in advance…
The feeling of being in the palm of his opponent’s hand was terrible. Nam Cheolsu planned to receive a buff from CardCaptorChanmi before using his ultimate skill, the rapid-fire skill.
“Now buff… Fuck!”
When he’d narrowed the distance with CardCaptorChanmi to some extent, Pyeonghwa jumped up stepping on the seat back and wrapped heavenly silkworm thread around the steel frame.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Nam Cheolsu shot at him as he flew rapidly toward him. This time too, he didn’t hit.
“Kuk!”
Pyeonghwa, who jumped down from above Nam Cheolsu’s head, slipped a noose made of thin thread around his neck. Nam Cheolsu tilted his head up and aimed the revolver diagonally.
In this situation, even if he got seriously hurt, escaping from the noose was more important. It was quick judgment befitting a former pro.
Twang- Boom!
The bullet exploded near Nam Cheolsu’s neck. The heavenly silkworm thread, weak to high temperatures, melted away, but red blood poured from the wound, staining his clothes red. Eyes filled with desperation turned toward Pyeonghwa.
Whoosh!
“Eek!”
Nam Cheolsu swung his fist. At the too-fast follow-up attack, Pyeonghwa curled his body and barely dodged. Not missing that gap, Nam Cheolsu’s revolver aimed at Pyeonghwa’s head.
There was nowhere to run now. Nam Cheolsu raised the corners of his mouth as if he’d gained the upper hand. In that split second, Pyeonghwa’s eyes were fixed on his index finger resting on the trigger.
Bang-! Just before pulling the trigger, Pyeonghwa suddenly embraced Nam Cheolsu and the bullet flew toward the air.
“Wow, did you work out? Your body’s better than I thought…”
“Fuck, get off me!”
Pyeonghwa groped Nam Cheolsu’s back and buttocks. Nam Cheolsu, covered in goosebumps, jumped and pushed him away with all his might.
Pyeonghwa lost his balance and fell on his backside. Without even time to catch his breath, he had to roll around dodging bullets shot crazily right in front of his nose.
The clothes he’d swapped with the NPC in the blue-roofed building were ordinary clothes with no options attached. He avoided fatal injuries, but couldn’t prevent scratches here and there.
Before long, Pyeonghwa’s clothes were a mess with damp blood stains spreading everywhere.
‘Now’s the time!’
CardCaptorChanmi’s eyes flashed. Die or not, she had no intention whatsoever of giving a buff to Nam Cheolsu who had insulted her. But she also didn’t want Pyeonghwa, the enemy team, to gain the upper hand.
The card she gave Pyeonghwa was a skill support item. There was no need to throw a new card to someone possessing that card. It automatically connected with the item owner, so she could accurately give buffs even on this shaking Viking.
‘Of course, debuffs are possible too!’
Just then, the buff duration she’d given Pyeonghwa ended. CardCaptorChanmi cast a debuff skill toward Pyeonghwa, ‘Last Breath’.
‘Last Breath’ was a skill that drastically lowered physical attack power, defense, accuracy, and movement speed. Despite having dramatic effects, it had the disadvantages of long cooldown and short duration, but it was enough time for Nam Cheolsu who used guns.
However…
“This crazy bitch!”
Twang!
Nam Cheolsu, flushed red and blue with anger, whipped his head around and shot at CardCaptorChanmi. He aimed for the heart, but uncharacteristically missed and penetrated her shoulder. CardCaptorChanmi clutched her burning shoulder with a flustered face.
“Aagh! What was that for!”
“You put a debuff on me? Were you in cahoots with that bastard from the start to screw me over? Wow, this whole game was rigged! You scammer bastards!”
“Debuff, what do you… ah, fuck!”
CardCaptorChanmi, who had been using only proper and clean language thinking of the girls, glanced at Pyeonghwa and spewed curses.
(ㅋ_ㅋ)
An emoticon that seemed to mock her sparkled on Pyeonghwa’s gas mask goggles.
‘He moved the card!’
He must have moved the card to his back pocket while embracing and groping Nam Cheolsu. To even notice the debuff! She thought she’d fooled him because he acted like such a nerd, but the one who was actually fooled was herself.
As if planning to finish before the debuff effect ended, Pyeonghwa used his Fox Transformation skill and rushed at Nam Cheolsu.
Bangbangbangbangbangbang!
“Die, die, die! You bastaaaaard!”
“Kyaaah!”
“Please save us!”
“Mommyy!”
Nam Cheolsu unleashed his rapid-fire skill at him. Dozens of bullets flew at the surrounding survivors, but he didn’t care about point deductions anymore.
Bangbangbangbangbangbang!
“Why, why aren’t you getting hit! Huk, huk…!”
When using the rapid-fire skill, bullets don’t go in a straight line but curve here and there. So if you memorized the repeating rhythm and pattern, it was actually easier to dodge at close range.
That was the theory. Even before retirement, he’d never met anyone who could actually apply that theory.
Pyeonghwa was barely dodging bullets while dancing a sloppy jig. Realizing he absolutely couldn’t beat that ridiculous fool, despair spread across Nam Cheolsu’s face.
Stab!
“Keurgh…!”
At that moment, a thin, sharp sword burst through Nam Cheolsu’s solar plexus. Due to defense being lowered by the debuff, his health was rapidly depleted. Nam Cheolsu creakily turned his head to look behind.
