【Mute Swordsman】
[Legend Newbie Video] [Video Length: 00:19:12]
[Blood Tunnel Route Channel One Click] [Video Length: 00:33:01]
[Great Forest Hidden Route] [Video Length: 01:12:56]
[64-Hour Continuous Broadcast] [Video Length: 64:02:25]
[Mute Swordsman Broadcast Compilation Video] [Video Length: 66:07:32]
Ha Eun-eung’s eyes twitched as she opened the folder.
Her anxious hand repeatedly tapped the mousepad.
Her relaxed expression tightened, replaced with palpable tension.
Her hair, tied up to reveal her neck,
and a few stray strands of hair falling beside her face.
Seeing her like that, Jeong Yo-han and Seo Gyeong-seok felt uneasy, as if they had done sothing wrong, rather than the flutter of excitent.
Her atmosphere was far from ordinary.
The two n were wary, as if they had committed so grave sin.
Click.
The video began to play.
It was the first broadcast after creating the character and stepping into the Half-Demon Valley.
The stream started from there.
At that ti, she never once thought soone might be watching her.
She road the ga world unguarded,
hunting blood demons hidden in the ceiling and floor,
seeking stronger enemies, until she faced the Executioner,
smiling as she finally raised her sword.
Unlike before, now,
there were chat ssages from viewers
that she hadn’t noticed before,
that she hadn’t realized.
"The strongest tutorial boss vs the strongest first-ti player ㄷㄷㄷㄷ"
"Big match, confird"
"Please open the Toto so we can place nostalgic bets!!!"
"It’s gotten so bad, the addiction is almost therapeutic."
"No way? Wanna bet? I can bet 1000 points that I'm not addicted to gambling."
"You’re already at the terminal stage of addiction, you know."
Deep sorrow and frustration, beyond that, the bright, gleaming will of the Executioner.
Even though it was a different kind of spirit,
the viewers’ chat ssages, filled with enthusiasm for every move she made, caught her eyes.
"Wow"
"This one?"
The slight tremor of her blade could decide life or death.
Soone’s death leading to anger, despair, or fear.
Piles of corpses stacking upon corpses.
The days in the martial world.
Things unthinkable in those days.
Were happening in the chat now.
"Mute Swordsman, is he a god? Mute Swordsman, is he a god? Mute Swordsman, is he a god?"
"That fedora looks so cool. I tossed it midway because it blocked my view."
"It’s just because the pro-look doesn’t fit a beginner, haha."
"Hurry up and grab it, lol. It makes you stronger."
"You don’t need to grab it. The wandering rchant suddenly appears, laying out a mat and selling it for 10 souls, lol."
The viewers, chatting and reminiscing,
shared emotions and mories about her.
‘It vaguely ca back to .’
In modern society, where those who use martial arts in gas are seen as players, not martial artists.
Back when she was still that person.
He had a na that she no longer even rembered,
spending his days obsessed with the ga.
‘Though I never watched other people’s gas... I have heard of the stories.’
Why do people watch ga strears?
The analysis of that thought ca to mind.
At first, the standardization of difficulty.
Players tired of easy gas
no longer sought simpler ones.
Ga developers started releasing more difficult gas,
and by the 2030s,
all genres and gas were standardized with increased difficulty.
Next, the shift in trends.
Rogue-like gas and 2D retro gas.
The nostalgia content of past generations was fully consud.
When no one was interested in the past anymore,
people wanted new gas.
Gas that surpassed all previous stimuli,
more fun, richer, and better.
Longer playtis.
Vast worlds.
Competitive elents.
Countless elents were added, and the ga’s size ballooned.
Extre high-end gas could no longer fit in the hundreds of gas on any list.
One computer, one ga.
That slogan marked the arrival of a new era.
Next was the film adaptation of gas.
In the late 2010s, as famous ga developers predicted,
the future of the gaming industry was in film adaptations.
Gas beca much more of a spectacle.
Even without buying and playing,
watching soone else play felt like watching a movie.
Add to this the excellent skills of strears.
Physical and ntal skills.
Strears with outstanding abilities showed swift ga progress.
In difficult gas, they smoothly moved through levels,
uncovering hidden routes.
By watching their broadcasts, viewers could skip the ti-consuming trial and error.
Just before virtual reality gas erged,
such factors created the reason why viewers started watching ga broadcasts.
‘That was far from my story, though.’
Ha Eun-eung, who had lost her entire family in an accident and lived alone,
chose gaming as sothing to ease her loneliness.
She played the ga herself,
interacting with NPCs,
and enjoyed the ti spent within the ga world.
There was no room for broadcasting at that ti.
She had moderate skill, but not enough to be considered outstanding.
And she didn’t even want to stream herself.
Then one day,
she found the ga she had never installed before,
the “Martial Arts Chronicles,”
and after surviving for 20 years in the martial world, she returned.
‘Now, my priorities have changed.’
Unlike the ti when gaming was the first reason to live,
now martial arts had taken the place of that void.
That’s why she felt anger.
Her martial arts,
her little world,
were now being observed and shared by an unspecified mass.
Such an experience could never be pleasant.
She definitely felt discomfort,
even resentnt, as her martial arts were exposed.
But slowly,
her feelings settled,
and before long, she was silently watching the chat.
The factions, affiliations, residence, and status
that once divided the martial world,
where everyone had to be enemies of one another,
where the will of the rogue and hypocritical martial artists governed,
where unity was impossible.
But the viewers in the chat in front of her eyes were different.
"Wow, Executioner, it’s possible to want him?"
"I’ve seen the Half-Demon Valley ending 7 tis, the Half-Demon ending 5 tis, and I’ve never cleared the Executioner pattern in the 12th run."
"It’s beyond skill; it’s pure talent ㄷㄷ"
They were not constrained by factions, residence, or status.
"This is an insane legend, at this rate, King of the Dungeon is totally possible today."
"New story unlocked ㄷㄷㄷㄷ"
"Wait, if the Executioner dies here, what happens to the late-stage field?"
They beca one, focusing intently on the broadcast.
"So, when’s the next field?"
"A true swordsman who doesn’t forget to mourn for the strong foes."
"Forget the mourning, this guy isn’t even moving, I think we’re in trouble."
They typed in unison, as one mind.
"Open the door!!!"
"No, it’s such a bad timing to stop."
"This is pure evil, right?"
Even after the video ended and the screen froze,
the martial artists who dread of one unified martial world,
the great sect leaders,
and the emperor who imposed more martial worlds,
those who died in between them,
and the commoners who were treated as property.
The Hae Nam Sect, which fell and was destroyed by the tides of ti.
‘To think the wishes of the great martial artists, who had such mighty power, were being fulfilled so closely here…’
Jeong Yo-han hesitantly asked,
“Uh… Mute Swordsman? The video’s over. Should we play the second broadcast video?”
Ha Eun-eung nodded.
She wanted to watch all of the second broadcast,
and even the third, and then the fourth, which lasted 64 hours,
but Seo Gyeong-seok stopped her.
“I’m sorry, but that would take too long. If you really want to see it, how about just copying the video?”
Ha Eun-eung looked at Jeong Yo-han to ask if that was okay,
and he smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
“If it’s the Mute Swordsman’s request, I’ll gladly send it! Just let know the email address, and I’ll send it right away!”
[Email?]
“Oh, right. Mute Swordsman, you’re a newbie to VR, aren’t you? If you click here, and then here, you’ll find your VR personal email.”
Following the thod Jeong Yo-han taught her,
Ha Eun-eung accessed the email linked to her VR account.
Seo Gyeong-seok and Jeong Yo-han exchanged awkward smiles.
“Looks like this is your first ti seeing the email.”
“Wow… no wonder none of the manager or editor candidates ever passed…”
999 unread emails filled with spam,
the dusty inbox finally opened.
“Now, if you click here to send an email… Wait a mont, I’ll copy it. Then I’ll send the file.”
Jeong Yo-han attached the video to the email.
Just before he was about to send it,
Ha Eun-eung gently pulled on his training suit.
Jeong Yo-han turned his head, and when he looked into her eyes,
he was taken aback and his face turned red.
Her violet eyes, usually indifferent,
but now eting his gaze with a strangely lonely intensity,
were too beautiful for him to endure.
“W-what is it?”
[Please send the wooden sandal as well.]
“No, you can’t!”
[Why not?]
“Why, why do you ask? This is different!”
[Is it another strear’s broadcast?]
“It’s different, but it’s much more different, I guess... it’s a broadcast, but it’s not the sa, it’s... ah, never mind, no!”
[?]
“Mute Swordsman is a baby! I need to protect him!”
What in the world was that absurd nonsense?
Ha Eun-eung, bewildered,
but understanding the situation, Seo Gyeong-seok chuckled.
“How about we show it just once? There might be a video that the Guild Leader can’t see, like a baseball video or sothing.”
Baseball video? Porno? Ah.
It clicked.
In a martial world where everything was new to her,
this kind of content was once familiar back when she was a man.
To ask for it in front of her, how embarrassing and mortifying it must be for Jeong Yo-han.
‘Should I despise him? Ignore him as filthy? Surely he must hate it?’
Jeong Yo-han, feeling utterly humiliated,
Ha Eun-eung, instead of scolding him, treated him with the gentle attitude of a parent dealing with a child watching inappropriate content.
She quietly flipped open her notebook page.
[Try to work harder in training. That way, the lustful thoughts won’t co.]
With a bold air, as if she fully understood, Ha Eun-eung gave advice.
Jeong Yo-han bowed his head deeply,
and Seo Gyeong-seok covered his eyes with his hands, unable to bear the shaful scene.
‘Poor guy. He must feel like committing suicide. When I get ho, I’ll make sure to delete all the dirty videos too.’
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