Chapter 206: Raid Party's First Assembly
Paradoxically, what breaks down those who have endured countless hardships and crises is a brief mont of respite.
Baek Woohyun realized this fact approximately two years after regaining consciousness 'over there.'
It was when he had escaped from the research facility that tortured him under the guise of experintation, wandered from place to place avoiding pursuit, and finally settled down to catch his breath.
When he was constantly feeling his life threatened, all he had to do was struggle desperately to sohow overco each mont and survive.
To be honest, he had no room in his head for anything else. Because if he got lost in other thoughts even for a mont, his comrades' lives would also be endangered.
When he escaped from the relentless adversity and could finally contemplate the future, he truly felt the emotion called despair for the first ti.
—"······Ah."
What should he do, and how should he do it going forward?
The castaway suddenly thrown into a world resembling the ga he used to play felt profound hopelessness before the respite he barely obtained through struggle.
It felt like being thrown naked into the vast ocean. Anyone would have felt the sa. Because it was a situation where he couldn't even know if he could return, let alone how to return.
—"Sua."
—"Yuna. Hojin. Daehyun hyung. Semi. Daeyoung."
Added to that was the pain of loss he belatedly realized.
Baek Woohyun, who sat hunched over desperately repeating the nas of his lost lover and comrades, was clearly broken.
If life-threatening predicants had continued, he wouldn't have had such worries—he even thought such things, to that extent.
In fact, he had no choice. After all, he was just an ordinary college student.
Soone whose only fights were a few argunts when he was very young, who had never even experienced the sorrow of losing soone precious. That was Baek Woohyun.
That such a person suddenly fell into another world, lost his lover and comrades, and managed to hold on desperately for three years was rather an amazing feat.
—"Send
ho! Send
back!"
—"Why did you bring
here!"
—"···Mom, Dad. I miss you···."
The frustrated Baek Woohyun spent entire days hurling curses at soone he didn't even know, and shed tears longing for a ho he couldn't return to.
The suffering he felt in that awkward state—neither strong enough to sohow endure the pain nor completely worn down enough to beco numb—was beyond imagination.
If not for his surviving comrades, he surely wouldn't have taken a single step outside that narrow room.
Of course, going outside didn't an he had overco the despair that had risen to his throat.
He simply moved forward, clutching his bleeding wounds with just the desperate will to not lose anyone else anymore.
Yet new wounds from loss were carved on top of that, and his heart beca a complete ss with unhealed wounds.
—"······."
'What does not kill
makes
stronger.'
The famous quote by German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche perfectly expressed Baek Woohyun at that ti.
Having survived despite receiving countless wounds, he eventually beca strong enough to remain indifferent before any pain.
Setting aside whether that could truly be called 'becoming stronger.'
"······."
Baek Woohyun, who had been watching himself slowly wear away in the flow of ti, soon woke from his sleep.
A deep furrow ford between his brows as he stared at the completely familiar ceiling with pitch-black sunken eyes. It was a facial expression representing his displeased mood.
Because he felt an emotion close to a kind of sha, completely different from the pain of wounds that had beco dull from being mulled over too many tis.
From his current perspective, his second year of life 'over there' could be called nothing but a dark history.
He didn't like the disgraceful behavior he showed when frustrated and broken, the obsession he displayed when he left his room determined to save everyone, and even everything after that.
He even fleetingly thought that dreams where his lost lover and comrades appeared to appeal for revenge would be better, so what more needed to be said?
'At least I could see their longed-for faces in those.'
"Damn it."
Baek Woohyun, who briefly spat out a curse, got up.
Unpleasant fatigue still clung to his entire body, but he couldn't lie down forever.
Especially not today. Because there was much to prepare. Perhaps the most of all the 'Nuclear Tourism' content so far.
'It's the first assembly day for the 【Lord of Storms】 Raid Party.'
Therefore, Baek Woohyun needed to prepare leisurely.
Despite his unsettled feelings stirred up by the dream.
Fortunately, there had been similar situations several tis 'over there.'
Suppressing himself and doing what needed to be done wouldn't be difficult.
That's what he thought.
***
"Oh! Everyone ca early! Nice to et you!"
"Redok-nim! Hello!"
"I heard you're the raid leader this ti?"
"Ahaha! That's right! The coach must think highly of !"
—Raid leader Redok ????
—Team All-In connection what
—But won't he just be a figurehead anyway?
—???? More like a vice raid leader feeling
Redok, who arrived at the waiting area through the code he received in advance, smiled broadly and exchanged greetings with people.
Though there was still considerable ti left until the appointnt ti Jeong Nayeon had announced, the surroundings were already bustling with gathered raid mbers.
A quick count revealed twelve people including himself. With the total raid party being sixteen mbers, 75 percent had already assembled.
"What, am I late?"
"Nope. Everyone just ca early."
"Right? Phew, I was nervous thinking I arrived last when everyone was already here."
It was obvious why the raid mbers ca so early. It ant they were that excited about this 【Lord of Storms】 Raid Party.
Like them, Redok himself had arrived quite early, unable to contain his anticipation for the raid party.
He assud the viewers were also quite impatient. His own viewers had been clamoring about when the raid party would assemble from the start of the broadcast.
"Since it's a 16-person raid, it'll be two parties of eight each, right?"
"That's probably likely. Or depending on chanics, it could be four parties of four."
"We have to consider party splitting too."
"Is a 4-person disciple party composition possible?"
"It seems like there are four people!"
"With
and Yoojeu-Yoojeu, that's exactly four!"
"···Wow···!"
—Eou, look at that sound never stopping ????????
—Natural result when you gather sixteen broadcasters in one place ????
—Amid all that, Yoojeu-Yoojeu hasn't said a word except greetings ???? Poor thing ????
—Are Kang Soyul and Yoojeu-Yoojeu really official disciples, hmm
"···Don't doubt... my teacher-student relationship with the coach...! I'll ban you···!"
"Right! We're definitely official numbered disciples!"
""Ahaha!""
"What's with the disciple connection!"
"Woo-woo! Corruption!"
The venue was filled with noisy chatter.
Well, fifteen people—they had all arrived—individual broadcasters had gathered in one place, so it was truly a natural result.
They were people who constantly talked during broadcasts even alone. With sixteen of them present, hoping for quiet would be strange instead.
Viewers watching thought Baek Woohyun might even struggle a bit to restrain these people excitedly chattering away riding the montum.
······Only until Baek Woohyun appeared at the eting place.
"······."
""······.""
—?
—Suddenly quiet
—Shutting their mouths all at once;;
—Sohow creepy ????
Silence descended simultaneously with Baek Woohyun's appearance.
The raid mbers who had been chattering excitedly shut their mouths all at once as if they had made a promise.
It was a bizarre scene enough to perplex watching viewers. No one expected it to beco this quiet when Baek Woohyun hadn't even said anything.
Soone who didn't know might have thought the sound had been muted.
'No, what's with this atmosphere···.'
'C-can I speak?'
'I can't breathe.'
However, if the raid mbers had seen the viewers' chat, they would have asked back instead. Couldn't they feel Baek Woohyun's pressure?
Right now, Baek Woohyun was emitting a strange pressure that made people shut their mouths involuntarily. The broadcast cara simply couldn't convey it.
The raid mbers felt as if soone had placed a sharp blade against their necks. Or, the feeling of being placed naked before a beast baring its teeth.
Either way, it was clear it wasn't a feeling ordinary modern people could easily experience.
—Did they all get hit with a silence CC
—Is it because of Hackphysical?
—How much discipline did he enforce behind the scenes ????
—Hackphysical is creepy if you keep watching
'MilitaryDisciplineHackphysical' donated '1000 won'!
[He definitely visited them in real life ???? They all got scared after seeing Special Forces Hackphysical]
—Aha
—So scary ????
—A suspiciously people-handling special forces operative visits? Ugh
—I'd imdiately bow my head ????
"—Wow! Everyone's gathered! Are we a bit late?"
"Y-yes! We're all here!"
"Not at all! You're not late at all! Yes!"
Until Jeong Nayeon appeared afterward with a brightly smiling face to refresh the atmosphere, the raid mbers couldn't utter a word.
Even as viewers watched them frozen and chattered about how he enforced discipline in reality or how the Hackphysical special forces operative theory was true.
Naturally, whether it was true or not didn't matter to the viewers. They were people who were satisfied as long as it was entertaining.
'Ah.'
The fortunate fact was that Baek Woohyun belatedly realized he was outwardly displaying emotional turbulence.
He took a deep breath trying to calm down and quickly collected his scattered mind. If he hadn't noticed, it would be one thing, but once he realized it, dealing with it was easy.
Thus, having regained his composure and returned to his usual state, he slowly looked around.
"······."
The faces of talents selected by Baek Woohyun himself ca into view, including Redok, the Beau-tiful Siblings, Kang Soyul, and Yoojeu-Yoojeu.
They, who had shrunk back from the pressure he emitted after a rough night's sleep, were now facing him with sparkling eyes as if nothing had happened.
Smiling bitterly inside, he cleared his throat softly and said.
"As you all already know, this raid is based on , so the difficulty is extrely high. Moreover, the allowed ti isn't long either."
High difficulty and short challenge ti.
The result created by mixing these two elents was very simple.
"It ans the training to participate as raid mbers will be very intense. For a while, you'll have to invest all your ti except sleeping."
"It's fine!"
"We're already prepared!"
—Can't eat it but go
—???? Must do it no matter what
—If you give up, you're not a broadcaster ????????
—We're actually happy the broadcast ti is longer ??
Even at Baek Woohyun's warning continued with a chilly gaze, the raid mbers showed no signs of giving up.
No matter how intense training awaited and they had to do it day and night excluding sleep ti, having beco individual broadcasters, it was a deal they couldn't give up.
For individual broadcasters whose recognition equals inco, to miss the first public raid of the national ga 'Reverse Planet' conducted in 'Nuclear Tourism' content?
It was absolutely impossible, sothing that shouldn't happen. Having received the qualification, clinging to this desperately sohow was natural.
"Good."
Seeing the raid mbers full of determination, Baek Woohyun raised the corners of his mouth.
Before an expression that sohow felt as chilling as when he first appeared, the raid mbers unconsciously straightened their backs.
Seemingly thinking there was no reason to hide it now that they had agreed, the demon instructor who had made the rookie Avengers 'over there' tremble revealed his fangs and smiled.
"Rember. You are the ones who agreed."
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