Chapter 45 - Over The Perfect (2)

Lee Kyung-bok quickly focused on his senses. As always, the sweet scent-like feeling that wafted around stimulated him.

"But this time, speed is more important."

The situation was different from a regular game.

It was more urgent to reduce the number of others through quick farming rather than obtaining the best items.

"Wouldn't it be better to reduce the numbers before landing from the parachute?"

As Lee Kyung-bok ran with a smile, the viewers laughed along.

- Haha, is he going to eliminate people right away?

- So evil!

- Ah, it takes skill to do that in a live stream.

- Really, even the fans need to be [Per][fect].

- Is this how you treat your subscribers?

Ignoring the chat room's teasing, he searched for items. However, on the first floor of the school, only guns and magazines were scattered on the classroom floor; unfortunately, no gun attachments were in sight.

- Huh?

- Why is there a dodgeball?

- Isn't the dodgeball a supply item?

- What's going on? What's going on?

The viewers immediately expressed their confusion. Supply items were supposed to come only from the 'supply crates' that fell from the sky.

Lee Kyung-bok answered the chat room's question marks.

"Previous games ended before any supply items appeared, so this game's setting is adjusted to spawn supply items."

Unlike regular games, practice games allowed players to change settings.

- Oh, this is a practice game.

- How does he find supply items so quickly!

- But isn't this disadvantageous even for the god player?

- Really, other participants will also get supply items.

- Handicap? I like it.

While it might have been different in a regular game, this was a 1:99 event match. The benefit to all players was, in fact, a disadvantage to Lee Kyung-bok.

Still, he didn't mind.

"Doing this much will surely boost the subscribers' enthusiasm."

- Haha, that's true.

- Wow! Show some spirit!

- Fool! You only know your subscribers!

- ??? : Without supply items, it would be boring.

- ??? : More important than item luck is people luck.

- ??? : It doesn't matter what you bring.

- Look at the pros getting confused. Haha, they're like pretzels.

Lee Kyung-bok laughed off the viewers' reactions and immediately went to the window. Despite hurrying, most people had already landed.

But some were still descending by parachute.

They were his targets.

"Are you afraid of heights, so you opened your parachute early? I'll help you overcome that fear."

As he spoke, question marks began to spread in the chat room. However, soon, Lee Kyung-bok pulled the trigger.

The sound of the submachine gun and the bullets being fired echoed, but no kill message appeared.

- What? What does this imply?

- Haha, even Perfect can make mistakes?

- Isn't he trying to surprise them? Haha.

- No, gods don't make mistakes.

- Really, something's up.

While the viewers were trying to figure out the meaning of his action,

"Uaaaaaah!"

"Whaaaaat!"

"Noooooo!"

Sudden screams spread, and question marks of a different kind appeared in the chat room.

- Why did the parachute suddenly break?

- Seriously? Haha.

- No way; he cut the parachute strings with a dodgeball?

- Is that even possible?

- Is this becoming a joke?

- What kind of pro is this? Haha.

- Ah, it makes sense because he's a god player!

Lee Kyung-bok nodded lightly at the chat room.

"Shooting the parachute strings is easier than pulling the pin of a grenade, right?"

- Ah, that's true.

- Now that you mention it, it makes sense. Can't argue with that.

- There's a laser sight, but does that work?

- He's been legendary from the start.

Even with his explanation, the viewers couldn't hide their surprise.

[SYSTEM >>Ground>> PerfectPunchMachine]

[SYSTEM >>Ground>> PurpleGaraSae]

...

Numerous kill messages appeared, totaling nine.

- Wow, did he hit all of them in rapid succession?

- Is this his first time using a dodgeball?

- Yes, it's his first time with a supply item.

- First (9 kills)

- Technically, they died from falling.

- Huh? Does he hate giving out game start rewards?

- He didn't start the game (10 deaths)

- Ah, he doesn't want to give out the prize money!

- Look, he's making people die from falling to save money.

As the viewers labeled him a cheapskate, Lee Kyung-bok chuckled.

"Wouldn't it be better to die fighting me?"

- Fact.

- Only a honorable death has value!

- Falling deaths are just accidents.

- Really, even if he falls from a parachute, he'll survive.

- No, he won't, haha.

- Somehow, I think he will.

Leaving the chattering viewers behind, Lee Kyung-bok immediately searched another classroom. With 40 fans still targeting him, he needed to secure more ammunition.

However, the submachine gun he found used a special type of ammunition.

- Ah, 7.62mm rounds are hard to find.

- The drop rate is terrible.

- There are plenty of 5.56mm rounds.

- It's a supply item, so that's why.

- Can he clear it with the remaining ammo?

- Should he find a pistol first?

- Why are only grenades and drinks appearing?

- His luck isn't good this round.

Some viewers expressed concern about the situation. No matter how skilled he was, it would be difficult to face 40 fans with insufficient ammunition.

But Lee Kyung-bok wasn't worried. He recalled the feeling when he first found the gun and focused on the sensation.

'...This is it!'

The sensation he felt on the third floor.

He immediately ran up the stairs and found the ammunition. But there was more than just ammunition.

"Huh?"

He made eye contact with a man who was crouched on the floor, picking up items.

- Haha, he got caught.

- He was probably farming from the upper floors to avoid collisions.

- Look at his surprised face.

Lee Kyung-bok sensed a positive energy from him. He was a fan who loved him, and this feeling overlapped with the sensation from the items, making him unable to detect the presence.

Time, which had seemed to stop, started flowing again.

"Nice to meet you!"

Lee Kyung-bok showed no mercy to fans. In fact, he responded with even more sincerity because it was a fan.

As the fan, surprised, pulled out a pistol, Lee Kyung-bok quickly leaped over the scattered desks and approached him.

"Whoa!"

"Nice to meet you."

Lee Kyung-bok instantly twisted the fan's wrist and turned the gun's muzzle. The pistol, originally aimed at Lee Kyung-bok, now pointed at the fan's forehead.

A gunshot rang out, and the fan's body fell.

[HanUboChicken >>D.eagle>> HanUboChicken]

The kill message appeared as a suicide.

- How is he so fast?

- A 5-second fan meeting.

- Haha, it's treated as a suicide.

- So ruthless! He doesn't want to give out the prize money!

- ???: If you can't draw your gun, you don't deserve the prize.

- Ah, if you want to earn money, improve your skills first.

The sudden situation shocked the viewers. Many still labeled him a cheapskate.

"Ah, that's good. Viewers, if I can't draw my gun, you won't get the prize, so try harder."

- Can you accept this?

- What kind of personality is this?

- Did you think money would come easily from [BlackCompany]?

- Really, it's not easy to get money from [BlackCompany][Per][ple].

- Look at how naturally he sends messages to the viewers.

- Ah, this is confidence.

Lee Kyung-bok finished his comment and searched the dead fan's body.

"Wow, you farmed really well. I have enough grenades, so I'll take the pistol and flashbangs. This is what fan tribute means, right?"

- Is this tribute...?

- Forced tribute.

- What kind of tribute is this? Haha.

- We call this 'rip' in society.

- [BlackCompany] drains you dry.

Lee Kyung-bok laughed at the viewers' reactions and then opened his eyes wide. He had found an unexpected item on the dead fan's body.

He immediately held it up and asked.

"Is this it? The completely bulletproof item?"

The item was a frying pan, a symbol of the seasoned players in Gunner Ground.

* * *

Meanwhile, not all the fans who arrived at the school had the opportunity to farm. Even if they wanted to, there were no items left.

With 50 people in one area, it was almost impossible for items to be sufficient.

As a result, the only thing the failed farmers could target was the items of other fans who had already died.

Fans flocked to the school building, a battlefield, but the player 'PerfectSpectator' gave up even on that.

'It's better to hide and spectate than to die early.'

She was the only one who had picked up an 8x scope and looked out the window. Fortunately, she could see the school from the gymnasium.

'Really, it's art... art...'

In the center of the round scope, her idol, Purple, was fighting like a special forces agent in a movie.

Maintaining a perfect stance, he accurately eliminated enemies who appeared on the stairs.

'So sexy.'

Even someone with no military knowledge like her was amazed. When the gun muzzle flashed, the enemy would fall before they could even pull the trigger.

'Not against our Purple, though!'

Among them were fans who, like her, hadn't obtained any guns. They would hide in classrooms and ambush Purple.

But Purple, as if he already knew, would kick them with his foot or knock them out with his gun.

'Really perfect. How can he be so cool?'

Not only that.

He used a knocked-out opponent as a shield and accurately shot enemies appearing in the hallway from an awkward position. There was no hesitation or mistake in his actions.

No one who entered the school came out again.

'Now the school is cleared... huh?'

As she adjusted the scope to find other fans, a person on the first floor pulled out a grenade and threw it at the third-floor window.

A critical situation.

As she widened her eyes, she saw Purple jump out of the window without hesitation.

"What do I do!"

She stood up and shouted without realizing it. But her worry was soon dispelled.

Purple had immediately jumped out of the window and hung onto the second-floor window frame.

"Insane..."

She shouted again. Was this even possible? But since it happened right in front of her, she couldn't deny it.

With a loud explosion, the third-floor hallway windows shattered, and glass fragments scattered. Meanwhile, Purple, hanging from the second floor, fired his pistol.

The fan who threw the grenade fell to the ground.

"Wow... really cool."

She shivered with goosebumps running down her body. But she quickly returned her eye to the scope.

'Oh, is he coming this way?'

Purple, who had landed on the first floor, immediately started crossing the playground. The thought of soon facing Purple made her heart race.

But soon, Purple changed direction. Something seemed off, and gunfire rained down on his previous position.

'Ah, the auditorium!'

Her gaze turned to the auditorium. Fans who had been waiting for Purple to come out were firing at him.

'Really a god? How does he avoid all of that?'

Surprisingly, Purple had already anticipated the attack. Not only did he avoid it, but he also fired back while running.

With each pull of the trigger, people in the auditorium fell.

'Skill is skill, and mental strength is mental strength. There's nothing to criticize, really.'

While running, he showed precise shooting skills with the submachine gun. He didn't panic even under heavy fire and responded calmly. His quick reflexes and judgment in every situation were impressive.

He was a man who was impossible not to fall for, a man who made you feel ecstatic just by watching.

'He's coming, he's coming! What do I do? What do I do?'

He was finishing up and heading to the gymnasium. She stomped her feet and quickly went downstairs.

She couldn't miss the chance to face Purple directly. Her heart was pounding fiercely.

And finally.

With a creak, the gymnasium door opened, and he appeared.

"Ah? You're unarmed?"

This was the first thing Purple said. He seemed quite surprised to see her unarmed.

In contrast, her mind went blank.

'What do I do? What should I say?'

When they were on the plane, it wasn't hard to speak up among other fans. But now, face-to-face, just watching him made her feel suffocated.

"Well, first, nice to meet you. But if I just kill you, I'll look like a bad guy, right?"

Purple spoke casually. He wasn't just talking to her.

'That's the only way...'

He was live streaming and had the responsibility to entertain the viewers. Purple wasn't someone she could monopolize.

But at least for now, she was the only one in the same space as him.

She was satisfied with just that.

"Ah, hello..."

Just as she mustered the courage to speak, she saw someone lying on the roof of the auditorium through the window behind Purple.

'Sniper!'

She widened her eyes, trying to warn him. But before she could speak, a loud crash echoed, and the window shattered.

Startled, she closed her eyes tightly. But the next sound was very different.

'Clang?'

The metallic sound made her open her eyes. Purple was frowning slightly, standing in front of her.

And a frying pan was in front of her eyes.

'Could he have saved me?'

From the trajectory, it was clear that the sniper rifle's bullet was aimed at her, not Purple.

"Sniper practice needs more work."

With that, he put the frying pan away and immediately grabbed the submachine gun. With a click, the sniper on the roof rolled down.

* * *

Lee Kyung-bok confirmed the sniper's death and turned around.

- No way; how did he know and block it?

- He blocked a sniper shot with a frying pan?

- Is this a common brain? Maybe it's all a mad scientist's illusion?

- Ah, I get it. The mad scientist is actually Purple.

- It's like he took the blue pill and needs the red pill now!

- Is this all a Rick and Morty episode?

- Good morning, good afternoon, good night.

- The pros are making movie references.

The viewers couldn't believe the current situation.

After all, they were inside the gymnasium, and the distance was such that they shouldn't have even heard the gunshot. Yet, Lee Kyung-bok had accurately blocked the sniper shot with a frying pan.

"Ah, this time, I owe it to you. I noticed from your gaze and expression."

To the viewers, Lee Kyung-bok explained calmly. The chat room filled with question marks again.

- Is that possible?

- Isn't asking if it's possible in a god player's stream the most foolish thing?

- Really, are we questioning if it's possible with a god?

- He already did it, so why ask?

- No way; it's unbelievable!

- Ah, these days, kids don't understand the concept of 'unbelievable.'

Seeing the chat, Lee Kyung-bok didn't explain further. There was no way to explain it anyway.

Instead, he focused on the fan in front of him.

"Alright, PerfectSpectator? You're the last survivor in the school. Is there anything you want?"

The viewers' attention immediately shifted.

- What's this sweetness?

- Even our Purple can't resist...

- Fact: Purple is originally a gentle man.

- Really, he melted even Sandra.

- Pros who haven't watched Purple's channel should bow their heads.

Seizing the moment, some viewers started teasing.

"Actually, it's not like that. You're unarmed, right? If you had attacked, I would have dealt with you immediately."

"Um, I... I..."

The fan in