Chapter 19

EP.19 The Story in the MVP Saint's Room

Rainbow Tales, a game where six players on each team, a total of twelve players, showcase their skills. In this game, the priest is a class that is hard to be the main character. Unlike the warrior who leads the front lines and plants the flag of occupation at key points, the thief who uses their agility to perform flashy plays or forces difficult choices on opponents with self-made poisons, and the mage who can turn the tide of the entire battlefield with a single spell, the priest, who heals and buffs from the safest spot on the battlefield, rarely stands out.

It's not for nothing that they are called "heal sacks." While they are an essential class without which the game becomes very inconvenient, in terms of impact in key scenes, they don't shine as much.

So, for a priest to receive the MVP, it would only happen if they pulled off a huge move with their ultimate skill, or if the rest of the team members didn't perform well, leaving no one more deserving.

After sitting in seiza for a long time and focusing, and typing on the still unfamiliar keyboard, my hands and arms were aching all over. My shoulders hurt the most...

I massaged my aching shoulders and thought to myself. It wasn't for any particular reason. My swollen chest was testing how much my shoulders could bear, and it was heavily relying on gravity.

Damn. I can't just cut off my breasts.

I might need to install some kind of breast support on the chair or something. At least, a chest cover... No, that sounds too vulgar.

Wearing a bra was what kept it to this level. I had pondered over the piece of cloth that came with the nun's habit, which could easily fit a head, but to reduce the direct pain, I decided to endure the shame of wearing women's underwear, as it wasn't for anyone else to see.

Oh, my fate.

I pouted and suddenly looked at the monitor.

About ten minutes after today's match ended. The broadcast, which intentionally introduces a delay to prevent "eye-mapping," was just showing the end of the match, with the commentators talking at the desk.

A small window showing the "Saint" smiling slightly decorated a corner of the screen. This window was the MVP window provided by the tournament.

Apart from this window, what was visible was the in-game replay. The commentators were praising the players who performed well, listing the highlights in their own language.

I could hear them talking, but feeling a bit embarrassed, I turned down the volume and closed my ears, focusing only on the screen.

This player is amazing. How did they do that? I can't help but applaud. The commentators were almost shouting my nickname, exaggerating their praise for my performance.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I turned down the volume and focused on the screen. Then, a series of scrolling text in a corner of the monitor caught my eye. It was the chat window of my personal stream, which I had left on just to pass the time, as directly streaming in-game content was prohibited.

[Wow...]

[Damn, you're so cool, the best.]

[The MVP window is detailed because it's a tournament.]

[0 HP recovery...? 0 Overheal??? 0 Targeting misses...????]

[Is this a bug? lol]

[The number of crisis rescues is insane. Is this the strength of Yellow?]

[What's a crisis rescue? Asking for the 4th time.]

[It's the strength of Yellow 4, zzz.]

[Is this really the priest who had a 24-game losing streak before the tournament? My heart is swelling...]

[Ah, lol. It was a failure, I tried to participate as Green but failed, lol.]

[Is this real?]

[What's a crisis rescue? Asking for the 5th time.]

[Can't read Korean?? It means saving allies in a crisis.]

[What's that, you fangirl? What's that, you fangirl?]

[It counts when you save dying allies, yeah.]

[Are you a Lethe player? How can you not know crisis rescues?]

[It's not visible in-game, so it makes sense... It only shows up at the end of the results screen.]

[It's hard to stack, lol. Only priests who say "I saved you this much" know, maybe you're a priest?]

[Too vulgar, call it "ddalddal," please.]

[What the hell, idiot.]

[Is Yuna really a human...? Is Yuna really a human...?]

[Is this a bot? Overheal 0 is rare, even for a skilled priest.]

[Is crisis rescue just another 0 added?]

[If it was another 0, it would end in 0, it's 128. Hooh, 8 looks like 0 to you, noob?]

[The healing was perfect, just enough to keep them from dying, lol.]

[The final desperation ability looks like a cheat today.]

[Mana distribution and everything, you were a model healer, MVP deserved.]

[Blocking 128 deaths, so amazing.]

[How can you calculate like that, are you an idiot?]

[Just saying, yeah.]

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[0 ultimate skill uses, and a pure priest got MVP... This is rare...]

[Room leader! Marry me! Room leader! Marry me! Room leader! Marry me! Room leader! Marry me! Room leader! Marry me!]

[The opposing team's streamer's room is almost like a funeral, lol.]

[What? Telling them to sweep the room?]

[You're a jerk, lol.]

[It was convenient that the paladin didn't fall, thank you.]

[The opposing team's warrior is almost crying, saying it's a bug, lol.]

[Yeah~ I won't let you die~ Absolutely not~]

[Is Jammini here?]

[Yeah~ Final desperation!! 1 HP left, recovered all penalties, attacking like crazy?? What's happening? What's happening? Saint's heal!! Leaving 1 HP and surviving, attacking again ZZZZZZZZZ So angry??? Die, die, die!]

[Is this room's level real?]

[That guy might not be Jammini.]

[Damn, the Saint and Paladin combo is amazing.]

[The coach who recruited them both is a carry.]

[Don't be ridiculous, the Saint was a late pick, forced to join, lol. It was a lucky coincidence, lol.]

[Coach, you shouldn't do this here.]

[People might think the Saint and Paladin are the only ones, but the other team members did great too.]

[Yeah, holdmedic is loved.]

[I'm from the stock room, what happened here??]

[Why?]

[I was busy and didn't watch the stream for a week, but this guy seems fixed. No more "each! spirit!" nonsense, and the play is solid.]

[Got hit in the head.]

[Maybe it's because it's time to die, lol.]

[??]

[But, is the room leader not here?]

[This girl is cumming, lol.]

[Room leader!! Turn on the mic now!!]

[Yuna, I want to hear your voice, really want to see someone die??]

[There's always a way, yeah. Just wait a bit.]

『Room leader, come out! A supporter donated 10,000 won!

Great priest play, now it's time to come out.』

Well, the chat window's intensity was gradually decreasing, and the heat was dying down. I was about to start the stream.

I turned on the mic.

However, for a moment, my body, wrapped in fatigue and the relief of another day's work, swayed, and my voice didn't come out.

Since I was properly seated, I didn't fall over, but it took a few deep breaths to prepare for the stream again.

During this time, the static noise from the mic being turned on was being broadcast to the speakers on the other side.

The chat window, which had calmed down, was burning up again.

[How much is this room per hour???]

[More than 10,000 won, I think, lol.]

[Damn, it's expensive.]

[It's a joke.]

[If you don't like it, don't watch~~~~~ (Please, someone, donate more.)]

[Damn, is it 10%??? Why is it so expensive?]

[What's 10%, teacher??]

[Kids, go away.]

[There's a fangirl in the Saint's stream room, acting like a know-it-all, lol.]

[Excuse me, it's a prostitute, not a saint.]

[Why doesn't the room leader sue those guys?]

[If she sues, we can see her face, so it's a win, right? I'll do it too.]

[Do you really need to shatter your own illusions...?]

[What are you guys expecting, lol? It's best to just watch Durahan as Durahan.]

[Durahan has a head, what about her?]

[The room leader has in-game customization, what's the problem?]

[Room leader!!!!!!]

[If you don't come out soon, I'll sexually harass you!!!!!!!!!!]

[Ah, lol. Are you going to just watch these annoying comments? lol. Come out and clean the chat, lol.]

[What a bunch