Chapter 33

EP.33 The Sniped Saintess

There was a man.

In a small, dusty room filled with scattered clothes and remnants of instant food, the man sat.

The room, with its lights off, relied solely on the light emanating from two monitors.

In the dark and stuffy space,

the man typed on the keyboard.

His movements were mechanical, repeating the same actions.

The character controlled by his keystrokes,

a mage cloaked in a robe, often charged into enemy territory without any troops to protect him, only to die meaninglessly over and over again.

And in the end,

a message of defeat took over the screen.

The score displayed in the result window.

0/23/1.

It was not a number that could be derived from normal play.

The man smiled in satisfaction.

Then, he turned his gaze to another monitor next to the one with the game window.

The left monitor showed a broadcast screen being streamed by someone.

The red message of defeat contrasted sharply with the shattered blue gem, illuminating the character.

The streamer, seemingly in shock, did not press the confirmation window for a while.

“Kick.”

To the man, it was a joy so great that it made him laugh involuntarily.

Breaking through a situation where one person was not only useless but a hindrance,

his team in this game had almost achieved a comeback victory.

But in the end, they collapsed and lost.

The disappointment is always greater when expectations are high.

The streamer's mouse cursor, which finally moved after regaining composure, seemed to tremble, which only increased the man's derision.

After all, if you had given up from the start, it would have been easier.

Why did you let your guard down, knowing you couldn't win?

The speaker that had been broadcasting the woman's voice was now filled with an oppressive silence.

The chat window, which had been lively due to a string of victories, had clearly cooled down.

The man felt a pleasant sensation as he realized that all of this was due to his single action.

Until the streamer, unable to easily escape the result window due to the disappointment, finally regained her composure.

-Well, there's nothing we can do.

The tone in the woman's voice seemed casual at first,

but the trembling at the end of her words could not be hidden.

She must be boiling inside.

The man liked it.

He was the type of person who felt deep satisfaction from making people angry and revealing their ugliness.

Seeing the streamer attempt to match again,

the man quickly joined the queue.

He was attempting what is known as a "snipe."

Yes,

it was a snipe.

While waiting for the match to start,

the man recalled the process of the snipe.

The streamer he was sniping had shown a rapid rise recently.

Her MVP video, which received a lot of votes in the Yellow 1 tier, had increased her viewers.

She had also performed exceptionally well in a tournament hosted by the streaming site, becoming the key to victory and exploding in popularity.

While she couldn't be called a major player yet,

her charming character design and pleasant voice,

the chat window's atmosphere that did not regulate the sexist comments that arose from them,

and her unique charm that subtly irritated people, had synergized to secure a loyal viewer base.

A female streamer.

That was the important part.

The man did not consider himself a sexist.

However, the impact of a male streamer losing control and revealing his true nature was different from that of a female streamer.

In the Yellow 1 tier, where only the worst of the worst who had given up on real life gathered,

the streamer had been through all sorts of provocations and politics.

A mere snipe causing an unfair defeat would not be enough to make her lose her composure.

But the man thought otherwise.

Thus, he sniped the saintess.

His main account was in the Orange 150s,

so he used a sub-account that was around Yellow 2.

The snipe was successful.

He was already planning to pour out meaningless deaths and ruin the game,

and the saintess provided the perfect excuse by suddenly switching to a longsword warrior build.

The man only needed to type one line of chat.

[ Haribo2: What the hell is this healer doing? ]

It didn't give his trolling any legitimacy, the man knew.

The words were strange.

Trolling and legitimacy cannot coexist.

Words that can never describe each other.

But even if it wasn't logical, sometimes just speaking out could confuse the ignorant about who was right or wrong.

Look, even now, at the end of this game,

there are comments like "If she had played her usual priest build, she wouldn't have been trolled."

“Haha…”

Oops, the man was so engrossed in his excitement that he almost missed the match accept button.

Thanks to the inevitable delay in the broadcast, the saintess had not yet seen the match preparation window.

The man trusted his instincts.

Though he couldn't boast about it, his skills honed through long-term sniping were top-notch.

What he saw was,

[ Saintess has joined the room. ]

The message indicating the success of the snipe.

- Ah.

The saintess seemed to have noticed the man's ID and let out a sigh.

The man did not react much.

Unlike before, he did not chat and simply waited for the selection and ban phase to end and the game to start.

If the fight started before the match was accepted and someone dodged, the next queue could mismatch.

The saintess's reaction was unexpected.

She chose the same longsword warrior build again.

She couldn't have missed why the man trolled her in the previous game.

To the man, it felt like a challenge.

Are you trying to show me?

The man remained silent until the end,

and as the game started and the preparation time for checking equipment and buying items approached, he typed furiously.

[ Haribo2: Damn, this bitch is at it again. ]

[ Haribo2: GG, I'm out. ]

…

Another defeat was inevitable.

The man's character led the game to defeat with a score of 0/19/2.

The saintess, despite this being only her second game with the new build, played like something out of a movie, but

even so, losing was still losing.

Her reduced talkativeness and the consecutive meaningless defeats had made the broadcast atmosphere unbearable.

[ Seriously, you need to hide and rotate your queue to avoid sniping. ]

[ Is she doing this on purpose? It's so frustrating. ]

[ Does she want to lose so badly? ]

Just by looking at the comments, you could tell.

The viewers of the broadcast do not want realism.

Meaningless misfortunes and unexplained defeats are enough in real life.

Who would enjoy such a hollow and plotless defeat in a broadcast they sought for entertainment?

Even those who had defended the saintess, calling her "sister" or "mom," were no different in the end.

Thus, it was natural for the chat window to turn hostile.

Suddenly,

the saintess, looking at the result window, said,

- I'll end the broadcast here today.

An announcement to end the broadcast before even reaching the usual halfway point.

How angry must she be to do this?

I made this woman angry.

I can control people's emotions!

Immersed in this sense of achievement,

the man did not notice that the saintess's voice was strangely calm and composed.

The broadcast ended,

and the man, having achieved his goal, was about to turn off his computer for a break,

when something unexpected appeared on the client.

A friend request.

From the saintess.

What is this?

The man accepted the request as if in a trance.

Is she going to curse me, something she couldn't do during the broadcast?

If so, he would welcome it.

He planned to capture it and spread it on the community.

Just as he was thinking this, a message appeared.

[ Saintess: Hello. ]

[ Saintess: Would you like to play a game together? ]

What is this crazy woman up to?

The man's arm tingled with goosebumps.

But he couldn't pinpoint why he felt this way,

and he refused to admit that he was intimidated,

so he accepted the duo invitation.

Crazy woman.

Is she begging me to throw the game?

He was going to show her a proper taste of defeat.

Author's Note (Author's Postscript)

Thank you for the 50 coins from Siyuqinga!

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Thank you for the 50 coins from Rammerus!

And thank you to everyone who donated anonymously! 😄

Here's the feedback!

There was a big change.

Yes, indeed,

finally, the rough illustration of the protagonist has come out!

Even though it's not complete, it's already so beautiful 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭