Kim and the stream snipers, desperate to hear Magia sing, were now facing a crisis.
Unable to deal with the continuous sabotage, Kim made a decisive move—
he purged the TalkCord server.
[🎮TalkCord]
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Online - 7
From the 50 mbers that were in TalkCord, he kicked every single one out, leaving only seven—including himself.
The six who had always been part of sniping parties,
And Magia369, who had taken charge of server managent, constantly monitored Magia’s stream, and relayed her location.
Now that they had a clean, elite squad, communication finally stabilized.
The chaotic sixth round ended with Magia securing third place.
Maybe it was because of the server purge, but from the seventh round onward, no further sabotage occurred.
[Magia369: Well, I guess this was bound to happen.]
[Magia369: I expected it since it was an anonymous group.]
[👑Magia404: Nothing we can do.]
[👑Magia404: Forget it and just keep relaying Magia’s position.]
But the purge ca at a cost.
With fewer mbers, locking Magia down beca significantly harder.
Viewers all had different motivations.
So wanted to take her down just to make her sing.
So just wanted to chat with her in-ga and dragged things out, circling around her while making conversation.
Others wanted a fair fight, challenging her head-on purely to test their skills.
So, from rounds seven through nine, although TalkCord remained clean, Magia kept placing dangerously high—third, third, and even second place.
Especially in round nine, Kim’s squad had secured a house at the center of the final zone.
The only reason Magia didn’t take first place was because she had just run out of smoke grenades.
If she’d had even one more, they might have lost right there.
And now, round ten.
The final round.
If they won this one, it was over.
[Hah, this is exhausting.]
[Sa here.]
[Can’t believe this is so damn hard...]
Their focus was fading.
The ntal fatigue was unbearable.
If their opponent were soone like Momo, it would’ve been manageable.
But Magia wasn’t just any troublemaker.
She was climbing toward Master rank, cracking the heads of Diamond-tier disruptors.
And even pro players acknowledged her smoke grenade tactics as a nightmare to counter.
Even for stream snipers, it wasn’t easy to get close to her.
Not to ntion, they had to keep checking the second monitor, cross-referencing positions, and making sure they weren’t getting betrayed by undercover saboteurs pretending to be normal viewers.
It was just too much to handle at once.
Final round – Custom ga lobby opens.
Kim barely managed to enter the room in ti—but his squad wasn’t so lucky.
[Shit, I didn’t make it.]
[Damn, there was just one slot left... Sorry.]
His elite squad, the ones who had never missed a match before,
Only four of them managed to make it in.
The lobby was full, so they couldn’t even properly form a squad.
"We have no choice. Forget the team—let’s just stick together as much as we can."
[Got it.]
[Copy that.]
Thankfully, Magia369 was still there, providing location updates.
Kim, grateful for all the work 369 had done, sent a ssage.
[👑Magia404: 369, it must’ve been tough, but thank you for your accurate location reports.]
[👑Magia404: Let’s do our best for this final round.]
But 369 didn’t respond.
[👑Magia404: 369?]
anwhile, on stream, Magia was cheerfully speaking.
[Now then, let’s begin the final round—where fate will be decided. Will the viewers claim victory and force to sing? Or will I win, and the fans receive their random rch rewards? Drumroll, please.]
The mont all 89 players loaded into the match,
369 suddenly sent a bizarre ssage.
[Magia369: The final round will be a fair fight.]
[Magia369: Good luck.]
Magia369 has left the server.Kim froze.
It felt like he had just seen a ghost.
A fair fight?
There was only one person in the entire server who would say that to a stream sniper squad.
"No way... Was it Magia...?"
369 had been one of the founding mbers leading the charge against Magia.
He was the one who organized the TalkCord server, bringing together snipers who normally wouldn’t even cooperate.
He handed over the server admin role to Kim and acted as a support, managing the logistics.
If things got chaotic, he even handed out gift cards to smooth things over and boost morale.
And that 369 was Magia?
[No... No way.]
[That’s just speculation.]
[No way she’d deliberately reveal her location while trying to win. That’s insane.]
[She has to sing if she loses. There’s no chance she’d risk it.]
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It was practically a confird theory—
but no one wanted to admit it.
Because if Magia really was 369,
then she had spent the entire event feeding her own location to the snipers—
and still placed second in the last match.
Against a group of people who lived for stream sniping.
That would an Kim’s entire squad had lost the psychological war against Magia without even realizing it.
And even if they wanted to complain,
Could they really criticize her sabotage
when they were the ones organizing a coordinated sniper attack to ruin a public event?
Nope.
Kim sighed and tried to salvage the mood.
"Guess I said sothing unnecessary. Sorry for the distraction—let’s focus on the final round."
But the atmosphere had already plumted.
For Team "Make Magia Sing",
this was their worst crisis yet.
Was there really no one left who could take her down?
*
anwhile, the chat was going absolutely berserk over Magia’s climb to second place.
— KRAAAAHHH
— I KNEW IT. This was a rigged event, wasn’t it? Everyone’s an actor, right?!
— THIS IS SCRIPTED!!!
— PLEASE MAKE MAGIA SING. PLEASE MAKE MAGIA SING. PLEASE MAKE MAGIA SING. PLEASE MAKE MAGIA SING.
— THIS IS A DREAM. THIS IS A DREAM. THIS IS A DREAM. THIS IS A DREAM.
— LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE!
— Let’s be real, this is rigged. Just admit it and let’s wrap it up already, lmao.
The only reason Magia had made it this far was because she had dismantled the one true threat to her in the background.
But since viewers couldn’t see all that happening, their frustration was completely justified.
She had only been playing tricks because she didn’t want to lose too easily.
But in the end, she was ant to lose this round.
Placing second would keep things tense and exciting—
and would make the audience truly feel how difficult it was to get her to sing.
That should have been the smooth and well-planned ending to this event.
But a new, unexpected wildcard had just entered the scene.
{{February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release >> (Headshot) (Knocked) I CHOOSE DEATH}}
A suspiciously nad player was racking up kills in the log.
Since the match was structured as Magia Momo vs. Viewers,
kills usually didn’t happen early on.
Everyone knew that only by working together could they take Magia down.
After all, her rising rankings had already proved how difficult she was to stop.
{{February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release >> (Headshot) (Knocked) ALIOLIALI}}
{{February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release >> (Headshot) (Knocked) WOOOOSH}}
So seeing this many kills happening right at the start was way too strange.
Even if so trolls tried to start fights among the viewers,
they usually got sward and taken out imdiately.
But this player, nad "February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release",
was sohow slaughtering everyone else.
——————————————
Rule 1: Magia can only use shotguns and smoke grenades.
Rule 2: Viewers can use any firearms but can only use smoke grenades.
——————————————
But technically, according to the rules displayed on-screen,
viewers fighting each other wasn’t actually illegal.
Since Magia’s victory would an that a random viewer would win limited-edition rch,
it was expected that so players might try to eliminate competition.
64 players remaining - -But this many casualties were way beyond expectations.
So far, Magia and Momo had only taken down 10 out of 25 targets.
aning, this mystery player had just wiped out 15 people alone.
The final round was supposed to be carefully balanced—
but now, Magia’s scripted scenario was at risk of completely falling apart.
"I think we have a problematic player here."
“...Huh? Who?”
Luckily, Magia had already figured it out.
The kill log was a dead giveaway—
The weapon icon and consistent headshots provided all the hints she needed.
"Did we have a forr pro among our viewers?"
"W-What? Who is it? Where?"
— Wait, what?!
— A forr pro?!
— Did they join just for the rch?!
— NOOOOOOOOOOO
— KRAAHHH MY MAGIA SONGGGG!!!
— WHY THE HELL IS A FORR PRO OBSESSED WITH RCH RIGHT NOW?
The nickna "February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release"...
It followed a very familiar pattern.
Magia imdiately recalled seeing things like "First-Gen 1st Anniversary Song – November 5th Release" before.
And the weapon of choice? A pistol with an insanely high headshot accuracy.
Which ant one person ca to mind.
“...Wait. Is this Movgun?”
"50/50 chance. I’m not completely sure."
Momo imdiately dialed Movgun’s number.
"Hello?"
Movgun’s voice played through the speakerphone.
[Oh. What’s up?]
"You bastard. You’re February 19th, aren’t you?"
[What the hell are you talking about? I just woke up.]
Magia listened to his perfectly clear voice and responded flatly—
"Oh wow. Such a well-rested, totally just woke up voice."
"As if you weren’t actually wide awake,
watching the stream,
waiting for a chance to join,
failing multiple tis,
and finally sneaking into the 10th match just now."
Movgun burst out laughing.
[Hah! Why the hell are you so accurate?]
"All full-ti strears are the sa."
"So, tell —why are you hunting viewers? You after the rch?"
It wasn’t uncommon for strears to secretly join their own community events.
As long as their identity remained hidden, it was harmless fun.
But once they were caught,
they had to prove they were a true fan.
Either by showing their subscription history,
flexing their rch collection,
or revealing their donation records.
Otherwise, Movgun would face exile,
and Magia would be forced to play another round.
And if there was one thing Magia valued in her work—
it was efficiency and ti managent.
If Movgun’s explanation wasn’t satisfactory,
his status would drop from ‘Mildly Annoying’ to ‘Absolute Garbage’.
Movgun took a deep breath and answered.
[People kept shooting at first, so I killed them.]
Magia imdiately understood.
In Battle Colosseum tournants, skins were banned.
Many retired pros forget to equip skins,
even when they own them.
Movgun had likely forgotten to wear a Santa Hat—
a clear symbol of being on the viewers’ team.
"Were you wearing a Santa Hat?"
[Oh. I forgot.]
"Yeah. No wonder they shot you.
In this entire ga, the only ones not wearing hats are and the CEO."
[What a rookie mistake.]
— LMAO "mistake" my ass
— LOL
— Wait, so he was on our side???
— Bro, why didn’t you just wear the damn hat?
[Also, I wasn’t after first-gen rch. I subbed to all of them, but I don’t collect rch.]
He was desperately trying to deny his full-on VTuber fan status.
But at this point, his subscription alone was already proof.
There were plenty of posts in Movgun’s own gallery complaining about how his algorithm was flooded with VTuber clips because of him.
“...So, was your goal to kill ?”
Movgun sighed and declared—
[As a viewer, I have one thing to say.]
[JUST SING, DAMN IT.]
[DO I REALLY HAVE TO SNIPE YOU JUST TO HEAR ONE SONG?!]
— ?? LMAO
— HAHAHAHAHAHA
— BRO’S HAVING A BREAKDOWN
— SUDDENLY, I’M MAD TOO
— YOU TOO?!
— WE STAN MOVGUN
Magia grumbled.
"Seriously, what’s the big deal? I’m not even good at singing."
[I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE GOOD OR NOT. I’M JUST CURIOUS. STOP ACTING LIKE SO KIND OF MUTE LITTLE RMAID.]
— ? LOL
— LOLOLOLOL
— Why is he suddenly losing his mind? LOL
— Damn, now I’M mad too.
— You too?!
— WE STAND WITH MOVGUN.
Magia muttered flatly.
"What’s the big deal about my singing? I’m not even good at it."
[IT’S NOT ABOUT BEING GOOD OR BAD! I JUST WANT TO HEAR {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} IT! IT’S LIKE YOU’RE A RMAID WHO LOST HER VOICE! I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND WAITING FOR THIS DAMN SONG!]
— KYYYYAAAHHH
— HE SAID WHAT WE WERE ALL THINKING.
— FINALLY, SOONE SAID IT.
[Anyway, brace yourself. I ca here to END this ga.]
— MOVGUN!
— THE MOVGUN!
— MOVGUN! MOVGUN! MOVGUN! MOVGUN!
— MOVGUN, FIRST SWORD OF THE PUDDLES!!!
At this point, Magia’s expression relaxed a bit.
If he was only here to carry the viewers, then the planned scenario wouldn't be ruined too much.
"Hurry up and co over. You know where I am from watching the stream, don’t you?"
But Movgun was a man of honor.
A forr pro who still had his pride and principles.
[Why would I watch the stream? That’s la. We’re going to run into each other at the end anyway.]
— Oh, co on, LOL.
— JUST WATCH THE STREAM FOR ONCE, DAMMIT.
— TODAY IS THE ONE DAY STREAM-SNIPING IS LEGAL.
— PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SNIPE HER AND WIN.
At that mont, Magia slightly adjusted her plan.
She was supposed to lose this final match—
but losing to Movgun and THEN singing?
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
He wanted fair play?
Fine. She’d play fair too.
"Since you took out viewers and made things easier for , I have a proposal."
"I don’t want people saying I only won because of you."
All eyes were on her.
Then, Magia dropped the bombshell.
"If I win this match, I’ll accept the singing penalty."
— WHAT?!
— ?
— IS SHE FOR REAL?!
"But in that case, Movgun, you’re joining ."
"We’ll split it—half an hour each. Or one hour total, your choice."
Movgun. A 2-million-subscriber YouTuber.
He wasn’t as big as Iyura, the 2.5-million-follower utaite,
But if he was forced to sing as punishnt?
It would attract an insane amount of attention.
And if he was singing Parallel’s songs?
That was free viral marketing.
Magia had no intention of letting such a golden opportunity slip by.
[Alright. Let’s do it.]
But Magia didn’t realize sothing.
That holding a duet karaoke punishnt with a man
so soon after Valentine’s Day
would have catastrophic consequences for her fanbase.
Most Magia fans knew she wasn’t a VTuber but just a corporate worker.
But that didn’t an they could stop themselves from losing it.
— SNIFFLE SNIFFLE
— GIA, I CAN FEEL MY BODY... GETTING DARKER...
— MOVGUN, PLEASE WIN.
— MOVGUN, I DON’T CARE IF YOU HAVE TO CHEAT, JUST WIN.
— YOU CANNOT SHARE A KARAOKE PUNISHNT. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
— KRAAAAAAHHHH
— PLEASE WIN.
— LOSE, MAGIA. LOSE. LOSE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, LOSE.
— I CANNOT ACCEPT THIS KARAOKE STREAM.
— IF YOU’RE GOING TO DO IT, KILL FIRST.
— PLEASE. MOVGUN WIN. PLEASE MOVGUN WIN. PLEASE MOVGUN WIN. PLEASE MOVGUN WIN. PLEASE MOVGUN WIN.
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