Back when I was in the military, there was an incident like this. We were told to wait a bit before starting our next task, but one of my juniors couldn’t resist and began playing a rhythm ga on his phone. I used that as a reason to scold him thoroughly. For the record, he was a public service worker assigned to city hall.
Anyway, the military is the military. I bring this up for a reason.
"I told you to just sit and do nothing…”
“I’m in the middle of a ga. Just wait a sec. It’s a critical mont.”
Honestly, I don’t understand why anyone would play gas like that. A proper ga should let you stop whenever you want, so you can enjoy it at a reasonable pace. Since yanking the power cord on her computer wasn’t an option, I sat back in the chair and waited.
‘How long is this going to take?’
I hoped she’d finish quickly and watched the screen that Yeram was so focused on.
I hadn’t played League of Legends myself, but having observed Yeram play it enough, I could get a rough sense of how the ga was going just by looking at the numbers in the top-right corner of the screen.
"0 kills, 4 deaths, 1 assist. You’re feeding hard, sis."
It was embarrassing to think this was my sister. I was sure there had to be so “gaming genes” in our family.
"Keep at it."
"I keep telling you, it’s not —I’m not bad. It’s my teammates who can’t keep up with my level.”
"Mmm, sure, sure. Whatever you say."
Normally, I’d argue back, but today, I decided not to. Otherwise, it would only prolong the ti before her ga ended.
"So, what’s the na of the character you’re feeding with?"
“I’m not feeding.”
“Fine, let’s say you’re not. What’s the character’s na?”
"Nidalee."
"Never heard of her."
The only champions I knew from League were Master Yi and Blitzcrank. You can’t help but pick up so knowledge from the community since so many people play League.
"This is a really tough champ, okay? That’s why I have 4 deaths."
"Right."
No one forced her to pick a difficult champion, but I nodded along. A mont later—
"Ugh, my team sucks," she sighed as she ended the ga.
The mont she was done, I closed in with my interrogation.
"Where did you get the money for all this coffee?"
"Coffee? You give allowance, don’t you?"
"The boss rembers you coming in often. That ans you’re here almost every day, right?"
At my words, Yeram paused, thinking.
"I don’t spend money on other things. Sotis my friends treat , too."
I give her about 200,000 won a month. Since each coffee costs 2,500 won…
After doing so quick ntal math, I figured that if she wasn’t wasting money elsewhere, she could indeed afford to drink coffee this often. Still—
"You’re really not spending it on anything else?"
"Yeah, what else would I spend it on?"
I was genuinely impressed. She gets 200,000 won a month and has nothing else to spend it on? I felt ashad for doubting such a frugal sister.
"This brother is truly moved. Therefore, I’ll increase your allowance."
It would be a significant raise for the first ti in two years. Seeing her expression change a bit at the ntion of more money was no surprise—who wouldn’t want a raise?
"An extra five thousand won. I’m being generous."
This was a considerable raise. Whether the economy was in recession or boom, her allowance had always been fixed, but now, she was getting a whole five thousand won extra.
"Wow, you’re so cheap."
"Then don’t take it."
"No, no, that’s not what I ant."
Five thousand won could get her five hours at a PC cafe with her friends. Feeling rather magnanimous, I transferred her the extra five thousand.
"Alright, it’s in. Spend it wisely."
"Sure."
With the coffee misunderstanding resolved, I returned to my space. Since my shift was over, playing a bit of my favorite soccer ga sounded nice. But first, I logged into the community.
‘I barely logged in at all today.’
Usually, I spent a good six hours on the community, but today, I’d shown incredible restraint. Admiring my own self-control, I clicked into the site.
[ Ifrit Gallery ]
Ifrit Gallery—a place where various users gather to share stories. It’s not a well-known gallery, but it’s popular among a certain crowd.
While searching for ga information, I stumbled upon Ifrit Gallery and found it unexpectedly entertaining. Eventually, I beca a regular. But one thing puzzled : despite its na, "Ifrit Gallery," no one seed to discuss Ifrit itself.
Apparently, the na Ifrit has various anings, and the gallery’s original purpose was to discuss those anings. But now, it’s just a social hub.
[Author: UncoverTheSecretsOfLondon] [Title: Worked my shift at the cafe today…] [Content: (Photo) (Photo) (Photo) Working a cafe job is exhausting. Makes want to ‘break free’…]
Looking back, it had been pretty tough. It made feel like I needed a break. Just as I was thinking this, comnts started coming in.
Ding.
As usual, there were plenty of responses. Although not many people visited Ifrit Gallery compared to other forums, it had a lot of regulars. You could say that each person was worth a hundred in terms of activity, and I’d gotten familiar with many of the regular usernas.
L: Hey, don’t go off the rails.
L: Why would you want to go down such a tough path?
R: Because it’s fun…
R: Gotta admit, it is fun, lol
LHwanhee: You, working? Hmm…
So comnts doubted that I was doing anything productive. Technically, it wasn’t "so people" but rather just one person.
‘She must be around 29, I think?’
I didn’t know her gender, but I assud she was female. From the way she wrote, she often hinted at it. Not that "female" was a particularly coveted status in this world, but still.
‘Not that I plan on revealing my gender.’
Once people found out I was a guy, participating in the community would beco complicated. Not because people would start yelling anti-male slurs, but because so users would start acting like lovesick puppies. Just the thought of it made shudder.
LHwanhee: By the way,
LHwanhee: Are you just doing part-ti jobs now?
LHwanhee: What gas are you playing?
It was typical for LHwanhee, whom I’d known for a long ti, to ask personal questions without hesitation.
UncoverTheSecretsOfLondon: Just making a living.
UncoverTheSecretsOfLondon: Playing Red Dead Redemption these days.
UncoverTheSecretsOfLondon: It’s fun.
It was a Western-thed ga and incredibly enjoyable. One of the few gas that had kept entertained lately, so I often promoted it in the gallery. Although it’s famous enough not to need promotion, there might still be people who hadn’t tried it.
Just as I was thinking this—
LHwanhee: Oh, that ga’s fun.
LHwanhee: By the way,
LHwanhee: Haven’t you served in the military yet?
A sudden question about military service. I handled it smoothly, having anticipated it would co up in the community at so point.
"Military service…"
“Why bring that up?”
While mumbling to myself, I accidentally caught Yeram’s attention and gave a vague response.
“It’s nothing. You might need to do military service soon.”
“Ugh, why would you say that now?”
“If you don’t want to go, just tell . I’ll gladly cut off an arm for you.”
“I’ll pass on that.”
I’d heard that so people take extre asures to avoid service. Thinking about it, I typed out my response.
UncoverTheSecretsOfLondon: I do want to go to the military,
UncoverTheSecretsOfLondon: but I’m a public service worker. Haha.
I used the public service worker card. Most people don’t know the details about public service work, so it usually ends the conversation.
‘What could you possibly do about it?’
It was the perfect excuse. And soon enough—
LHwanhee: Oh, I’m a public service worker too.
LHwanhee: Where are you assigned?
What the heck?
Didn’t this person say they’d completed their full military service in the army?
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