Never slow down or stop to shoot.
The engagent must end before crossing the threshold.
These two principles had been my target goals ever since I seriously started handling a gun.
Even though these words had beco less common as enemies with absurdly strong body armor and drones that kept moving even after being hit by 40mm dual-purpose high-explosive grenades beca more prevalent,
Ultimately, those two principles ant ending the engagent before the enemy even recognized as a threat.
– Standby.
– Go!
I couldn’t know the situation inside.
But from the mont I kicked the threshold, I had to clear the room at the sa speed as if I knew it.
Holograms rose beyond the wide-open door, aiming their guns at , but I put a hole in their heads a step faster. Since I had no team mbers watching my back, I had to be even quicker.
Recognize, pull the trigger, turn the muzzle, and repeat the sa process.
It might seem like a simple process, but if the ti given to perform it was just enough for a single breath, it was a different story.
Accuracy, speed, spatial dominance.
In CQB (Close Quarters Battle), the more you balanced these three incompatible elents, the more advantageous it was.
After that, it was all about the details. If you had sufficient ability to conduct CQB, all you needed was to select the equipnt according to the engagent environnt.
Since there were actual enemies firing bullets instead of target-shaped wallpapers, I used expendables without hesitation.
I threw flashbangs into hard-to-check corners, entered simultaneously with firing, and prioritized eliminating visible threats. Originally, the order would be the opposite, but it didn’t matter since they were incapacitated.
23 seconds to break through four rooms. The structure of the room, furniture, and enemy positions changed with each new session, but the basic outline remained the sa.
Each attempt took a step forward.
───!
“…!”
Jam.
I chanically let go of the carbine and drew my pistol. There was no ti to deal with a malfunction while clearing a room.
The enemy’s protective gear was rated high, and the pistol was a Glock with a high magazine capacity. There was an interesting thod for this situation, which I also learned in the past.
Two enemies remained in the room. I aid for their heads.
The likelihood of a ricochet was high due to the good performance of their helts, but this thod instead caused an impact on their skulls.
While the two shots echoed, I imdiately hit one enemy’s knees, one by one. This reduced the need for concern.
anwhile, I carefully aid at the other enemy’s philtrum and nailed a shot precisely.
After finishing off the groaning enemy on the floor, I removed the cartridge stuck in the carbine’s chamber.
Malfunctions occurred more often than one might think.
Although the ti was slightly delayed more than I thought, I proceeded without concern.
The killhouse training was nearing its end. The mories accumulated through countless repetitions of real combat and training were condensed into a re 55 seconds.
Like the spent shells falling to the ground, the enemies in the room also lay down one by one on the cold floor.
And upon reaching the final point, I flung open the door leading outside,
───Bang!
“…?”
There were more than seven people standing at the exit.
“He’s out!”
“Hey, he’s out! He’s really out!”
“Sir, please tell us how to complete the training course so quickly!”
“Please, let break the 2 minutes and 30 seconds barrier───!”
…No.
What the hell. Who are you guys?
anwhile, as Eugene was suddenly surrounded by the crowd,
The one who caused the confusion was not in a good situation either.
– today_darkzone_tomorrow_darkzone_the_day_after_tomorrow_darkzone_i_love_darkzone_so_much_i_should_eat_rice_there_lol_so_who_is_the_guide?
“Thank you, Haimoonholt, for the 1,000-won donation. As for the guide… I’m not sure yet.”
– Take_a_breath_lolololol
– Breathe_Breathe
– Darkcrete_still_clinging_isn’t_it_utterly_la?
– What’s_up_with_the_bulking_viewers_just_from_one_ga?
The red dot, next to it, 7,000.
Even though it was only a chatting-only state without even starting the ga content planned for the day,
Unlike the previous chat where you could at least understand what was written, now the ssages were pouring in at a speed that could be described as hitting the gas pedal full throttle.
Thanks to my long experience in broadcasting, I was able to handle it relatively calmly,
But still, the question of how to deal with this never easily disappeared from my mind.
It would be good if the broadcast grew because of this, but that’s another story. For those who had established themselves like Harmony, this was more of a variable than an opportunity.
Although handling it was also part of a strear’s ability….
“I’ll think about it after logging in. You need to know the ga to so extent to co up with in-ga content, so I’ll probably spend so ti familiarizing myself with the system.”
– We_have_another_year!!!!!!!!!!!
– This_ga_never_runs_out_of_content_lololol
– Now_part_1_darkzone_permanent_feature_lol_aweso
– Are_you_serious?_Love_it_lol
– Darkzone_coin_surges…is_this_investnt?
…Of course, with responses like this to every comnt, it’s hard to focus, but what can I do.
Harmony decided not to worry too much.
At least unlike before, when I had to click the mouse a few tis to start the ga, now all I needed was a few glances and so focus to scroll through.
Among a few fantasy VR gas adorned with laurel leaves and leaves,
A ruined city depicted through contrasting lights and shadows, with a lone agent standing in the middle.
Dark Zone.
Only a day had passed…but this would be the login screen I had to get used to from now on.
As the screen advanced, Harmony’s in-ga avatar holding a gun appeared.
In contrast to her refreshing green-haired persona, the avatar wore a thick bulletproof vest and held a gun. With a slightly grim expression, it seed to inspect what was in its hands.
The screen flickered as she selected it.
Then her vision gradually brightened,
“…The weather’s nice today.”
Unlike yesterday, when it was snowing and windy, the sky over New York appeared flawlessly clear.
The temperature was minus 5 degrees Celsius, cold enough to see your breath. It wasn’t freezing, but it was a fitting day for winter.
The place where I logged out yesterday was right in front of . The bench where I had talked with Eugene was still there. The difference was that it was dayti now and Eugene wasn’t there.
‘Perhaps….’
I cautiously checked my friend list.
As expected, the icon was flashing green. For so reason, it was hard to imagine this person not being logged into the ga.
Of course, contacting this person for a guide or party play was a completely different matter. Who knew if another crazy incident like yesterday might occur again.
Moreover, to be a proper guide, you had to have experienced most of the ga’s content and be able to help newbies. This person… fit the latter sowhat, but we started playing the ga at the sa ti.
What should I do?
She decided to ring the hint bell.
“Everyone. If you party with a hardcore player after finishing the tutorial, do extrely difficult enemies appear too?”
– No_No_No_No_No
– ?????????????????????
– Who_are_you_planning_to_party_with?
– Eugene?Eugene?Eugene?Eugene?Eugene?Eugene?Eugene?Eugene?Eugene?Eugene?
– Let’s_gooooooo
– The_fun_you_wanted! I’ll_give_you_all
It seed this ill-fated relationship wasn’t ending after just one encounter.
The viewers, anticipating the outco, filled the chat to the brim, but Harmony ignored them and opened the friend list.
There was an option to ask fellow strears for a joint broadcast, but… for so reason, this user kept crossing my mind.
She made her decision.
Reaching out to the single user online in her friend list, she spoke.
“What are you doing here?”
“Ah!?”
Of course, she hadn’t expected this.
Seeing Eugene suddenly appear behind her before she even called out, Harmony was startled as if she had seen a ghost.
It took a while to calm her rapidly pounding heart.
“Why are you here!?”
“That’s what I want to ask.”
– Asking_why_soone_is_here_lololol
– What_else_would_he_be_doing_lol
– Rude_as_hell_lololol
– Is_she_a_God_asking_why_soone_is_here_lol?
– What’s_with_the_question_lol
People tend to beco rude when they are overly flustered.
Harmony clearly understood what that ant.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I misspoke. I was just about to contact you, but I didn’t expect you to appear suddenly behind .”
“It’s okay. So, what is it?”
…Does this person not care about appearing on a broadcast?
No matter how you look at it, I had given him the link to my channel yesterday, yet he reacted like this. It was hard not to find it curious.
But maybe that was just my narrow-minded thinking. There could be plenty of people who didn’t care about broadcasts.
Harmony quickly pulled herself together and awkwardly spoke.
”
Ah, it’s nothing special. I just logged in and was about to start a mission. I thought it would be better to do it with more people rather than alone.”
“I thought you’d have many people to play with since you’re a strear.”
“If there aren’t any in-ga, I planned to recruit so, but you happened to be logged in. Plus, we t yesterday.”
How should I finish this?
After a brief pause, she added,
“So if you have ti… I promise not to troll like yesterday! You don’t have to worry.”
– Sister, you’re a strear, get a grip
– Isn’t the begging direction reversed? This is so confusing lol
– Ordinary_people_don’t_watch_streams_get_a_grip
– How_can_we_trust_you_won’t_troll_lololol
– Look_at_her_face_doesn’t_care_about_anything_lol
– Special_trait) Does_what_she_wants_no_matter_who_it_is
The chat was as chaotic as ever.
But perhaps because I was waiting for a response, the user in front of cautiously opened his mouth. Whether he refused or agreed, it would be unsettling either way.
However, the words that ca out of her mouth were an unexpected combination that Harmony never imagined.
“Usually, mistakes co from actions you haven’t experienced.”
“…Yes?”
“Not making mistakes ans becoming familiar with that field. Considering the ti situation, there’s no guarantee that yesterday’s incident won’t recur….”
“That’s true….”
“But conversely, it ans it’s okay if we take enough ti.”
Wait. This atmosphere felt strange.
Specifically, it felt like the mont when I almost got caught by pressing the magazine catch while hiding yesterday.
But the person in front of , as always, was calmly speaking to without raising her voice.
“Since you said you have ti, let’s warm up a bit… and briefly learn what not to do during engagents.”
“…What?”
Very naturally, and unconsciously, Harmony dumbly opened her mouth and let out a near-death groan of confusion. This wasn’t what I had hoped for.
While she was contemplating whether this activity fit into her schedule, Eugene spoke nonchalantly.
“Have you ever been to a shooting range?”
Shooting range.
That was where I was going to end up sprawled out today.
At least, that was how Harmony perceived it.
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