A while later, three elementary schoolers passed in front of him. One of them was infected with the zombie virus. Though they were young children, the part-timer felt they were dangerous and stayed silent. When the handsome man passed by next, he briefly considered calling out to him, but he’d seen so many crazy people that he gave up.
Soon a roar echoed. It was such a loud explosion that the ground vibrated. The cold air instantly held scorching heat. What happened? Before his bewildered eyes, this time a man wearing a gas mask appeared. He held his breath trying to hide his presence somehow, but because his body was trembling, he couldn’t control the metal sound of the armor.
At the creaking metal sound, the man wearing the gas mask paused for a moment. His heart sank thinking he’d been caught, but fortunately he quickly disappeared beyond the wall.
-Hey. I noticed that murderer ahjussi is on that side. He’ll come to kill you soon. You saw those elementary kids pass by earlier, right? That ahjussi killed those kids too. There’s a fucking huge zombie outside so there’s nowhere to escape. What should we do?
-Wh, what? What do you mean…….
-Ah! If you and I join hands and fight 2 to 1, wouldn’t we have a chance of winning? I saw that ahjussi was bare-handed.
-A, are you saying to kill him?
-Don’t worry. You’re in charge of luring. Whether you make the armor creaking sound or use that model sword, just draw his attention and I’ll strangle his neck from behind with this and kill him.
The man wearing the gas mask whispered while showing a thin string like fishing line. If it’s just luring, wouldn’t it be okay……. He gripped the model sword he was holding.
The moment he unconsciously nodded, his head turned hazy. The only thought that came to him was that he had to kill that handsome man from earlier. He had fallen for Pyeonghwa’s Agitator skill.
<Happy Amusement Park: Phase 3 has ended.
Final results have been tallied with Pax team at 499,720 points and Yoon Gyeom team at 498,920 points. (View Details)
Congratulations! Pax team has won.
This match’s MVP player is Pax team player, Pax.
Rewards will be distributed differentially according to contribution.>
[??????]
[Huh???? What]
[Whoa Pax won]
[Point difference is only 1200 crazy]
[If Yoon Gyeom hadn’t killed that armor he would’ve won;;;]
[Earlier when the kiddos entered the haunted house they said in team voice how many Phase 3 zombies they killed, Pax couldn’t have heard that and calculated points…? wow]
[Oh right so he made Yoon Gyeom kill that armor survivor lol fuck genius]
[Look at Yoon Gyeom letting out a hollow laugh lololol]
[Super curious what they’ll talk about after it ends]
The match ended. Victory fell into Pyeonghwa’s grasp. With the razor-thin point difference, the viewers’ reactions became even more intense. Pyeonghwa checked the promotion experience points, game money, and items that came as rewards and pressed the exit button.
Pyeonghwa, who was Diamond rank, was moved to the Diamond Zone plaza. Recognizing that he was Pax, people gradually began to gather around Pyeonghwa.
“Oh, invitation came from the loser. Looks like we’ll talk at his house. Then the broadcast ends here! Please like, subscribe, and set notifications.”
He hastily ended the broadcast and accepted the invitation Yoon Gyeom sent. A whirlwind wrapped around Pyeonghwa’s body.
Pyeonghwa disappeared from the Diamond Zone plaza as if he had never existed.
*
In <Last On>, just like reality, you could have personal space. You just had to pay monthly rent with game money, gold. Purchase wasn’t possible. There was one way to own a house.
When you rise to Grand Master rank, you receive a country house with a yard as a reward. And when you reach Challenger rank, that house grows to mansion level. The house wasn’t taken away even if your once-achieved rank fell.
Pyeonghwa was moved to the reception room of a magnificent mansion. In the empty space with not a single decorative item, there was only a sofa table and sofa. You could tell how uninterested Yoon Gyeom was in decorating and how long he’d neglected it.
“Haha, I invited you but have nothing to serve. I looked around and found some chocolates so I brought them.”
“Probably past expiration date.”
“Huh? It’s a game item so there’s no expiration date……”
“It’s a joke.”
Pyeonghwa sat facing Yoon Gyeom. Chocolate and such wasn’t what was important. He was curious about how exactly Yoon Gyeom came to know about him. A feeling of anxiety washed over him since their only connection happened to be Bae Sinhyo.
“That Noh-tto thing, who’d you hear it from?”
“Umm…… my mother’s in-law’s eighth cousin’s nephew is your classmate……”
“Who is your mom’s in-law’s eighth cousin’s nephew?”
“Well…… Su, what was it. Su…… min? Sujin? Subin?”
“Ah, Kim Subin?”
“Right, that’s it. Kim Subin! He’s a distant relative so I got the name confused. Haha……”
Yoon Gyeom broke out in cold sweat. Bae Sinhyo had told him a different friend’s name saying that mentioning his own name would only have adverse effects, but he couldn’t remember it momentarily. He improvised by reciting any similar names. Fortunately one of them was the correct answer.
“If it’s Kim Subin, well, he probably recognized me.”
Pyeonghwa, whose tension eased, began grumbling in a blunt voice.
“Wow, but does he go around talking about that? His mouth got so fucking loose while I haven’t seen him, Kim Subin. Don’t tell me he talked about that incident from back then too? Ugh……”
“……”
Yoon Gyeom squeezed his eyes shut. Even this friend Kim Subin would only be twenty years old, yet he felt like he’d become a bad adult sowing discord among young people. Yoon Gyeom added flesh to the story to protect Kim Subin’s honor.
“Ahem, I…… secretly stole and looked at Subin’s diary.”
“Whoa, he still writes a diary? I stole and looked at it in middle school too! He wrote ‘I am someone who will make it’ so fucking big, so I cut it out with scissors and stuck it on the blackboard, and from then on his nickname became Will-bin.”
“……Did you bully Subin? School violence issues won’t do.”
“Huh, no? Kim Subin got so pissed then that I was on my knees for 3 days. He and I were best friends throughout middle school.”
Yoon Gyeom felt relieved, but paused at the words that Pyeonghwa’s middle school best friend was Kim Subin. Sinhyo said Pyeonghwa was his best friend…… Of course, you can have multiple close friends, and they might have had a falling out and considered it nothing.
Still, the arm bends inward. Yoon Gyeom didn’t quite like Pyeonghwa who bullied Bae Sinhyo. But he couldn’t let go of a player with this much potential due to personal feelings.
“And it wasn’t Noh Pyeonghwa psycho, it was Noh-tto because ‘Noh Pyeonghwa is right again.'”
“Noh Pyeonghwa is right again?”
“Whenever I said anything, my friends would be like ‘Noh-tto was right again’…… No, why does Kim Subin forget that when he’s the one who made it up?”
“……The meaning wasn’t written in the diary. I interpreted it.”
“Do I seem like a psycho?”
Not wanting to keep lying, Yoon Gyeom smiled awkwardly instead of answering. To anyone, Pyeonghwa’s behavior wasn’t ordinary. Even just having a little conversation, you could tell he was peculiar.
“It’s okay. I’ve heard it to death. Handsome psycho, cute psycho, stuff like that.”
“I, is that so?”
“I’m from Mokmyeon Middle’s ulzzang generation.”
“I didn’t ask that……”
“They said pretty and handsome people need to have a little flaw to have human charm. Your mother’s in-law’s eighth cousin’s nephew said so.”
“Haha… Subin said a lot of good things….”
“He received good family education so he speaks fucking beautifully. He’s total F so he empathizes well too, and as long as I didn’t steal 1st place, both he and his mom were nice……”
“But Pyeonghwa-ya, are you usually someone who has this much to say?”
“What? Yes.”
Pyeonghwa laughed saying he saved his words during broadcasts worried about verbal mistakes. On the gas mask goggles, for some reason a proud-looking emoticon sparkled.
Yoon Gyeom recalled the elementary schoolers who were on Pyeonghwa’s team. He felt he somewhat understood why they liked Pyeonghwa. Talkative, loud…… in a word, childlike.
“But what did you want to say to me? I need to get vaccinated now and send my noona a good night text.”
“Right. I’ll get to the point quickly. I think it would be good if Pyeonghwa came to our team.”
“Team? What team?”
“It’s called Luckies, I’m becoming the coach this time……”
“Huh? Isn’t that a shit team?”
“……”
He felt déjà vu. As if to prove they’re friends, the first reaction was exactly the same as Bae Sinhyo’s like a decalcomania. But in the conversation that followed, Pyeonghwa’s words jumped in a completely unexpected direction.
“Haha… Right. Luckies’ image isn’t so good right now. But since I was chosen as coach this time, I’m trying to properly build the team.”
“Awesome! Luckies coach? I didn’t see the article!”
“An article will come out soon.”
“I think you’ll do well, coach. Back in the day with Golden Ball too, ahjussi was basically the team’s mental pillar. Even though Luckies’ image is crappy, ahjussi’s image is so good that if we just get the first win in preliminaries, the situation will flip, right?”
“Huh? Th, thanks……”
“Whoa, he still writes a diary? I stole and looked at it in middle school too! He wrote ‘I am someone who will make it’ so fucking big, so I cut it out with scissors and stuck it on the blackboard, and from then on his nickname became Will-bin.” he’s so fucking evilfngkhnhkhmw what is wrong with him TT