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“Of course!”

“We’re…”

“All, we’re heading out.”

“Yes, please be careful, everyone.”

With Yuri seeing us off, we went down to the first floor.

In the meantime, Ahjin was diligently filming.

You know, when I see things like this… a vlog doesn’t have to be fancy at all.

My impression of Ahjin shooting a vlog was exactly this.

A mosquito that doesn’t bite.

What a mismatched combination this is!

But honestly, nothing describes Ahjin vlogging better than this.

She’s spinning around, working hard with the camcorder while not even a mosquito bites.

“Is this how you do it?”

“Yes, yes!”

Her nodding eagerly while jumping around is quite cute.

“Don’t think too hard about filming, just relax~ be natural~ and be a little edgy~.”

What does edgy even mean?

Is it some sort of artistic expression that cuts to the soul?

Every time Ahjin’s body bounced up, the camcorder shook a bit as well.

At first, I found this a bit puzzling.

I thought vlogs were just casually filmed with a smartphone attached to a selfie stick.

Da-young, who had quietly been following along, spoke up in a daze.

“That looks so shiny… it’s not new, is it? It feels like unnie exaggerated just for the vlog….”

“Of course not! You dimwit! I bought this ages ago to film videos.”

Ahjin, who had been shouting in frustration, soon had her shoulders slump down in a sulk.

“Well, it’s for editing, but I might get requests for outdoor filming sometimes. But ended up like this, and couldn’t use it….”

“……”

Oh right.

Thanks to that cursed thing, she wouldn’t even dream of outdoor activities now.

I think I finally understand why Ahjin was so eager about filming outdoor vlog content yesterday.

She had put in so much preparation for it but couldn’t handle it due to serious issues, so surely she wanted to do it to let out her frustrations.

“Unnie, are we really going to walk like this?”

“Huh?”

“Well, a quiet alley would be nice to film in. Shooting on the street or in a bus seems a bit much.”

“Um, actually, we could stop filming… but I don’t want to stop….”

Well, I see now; it could lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.

Da-young’s point does make sense.

Her outfit is set up intentionally like this.

If passersby see a couple of girls her age holding a camcorder, it would be pretty hilarious.

Plus, Ahjin seems to really want to capture this outdoor video to the fullest.

For this reason, it looked pretty disappointing to quit halfway.

Well, the answer is simple.

“Want to take the car?”

“?!”

Everyone looked shocked.

“You have a car, unnie?”

“Yeah. Didn’t I mention?”

“Of course not.”

“P-Pride’s private car… that’s good content, unnie.”

With that, there’d be no shortage of excitement for the broth parties.

Ahjin’s muttering in an overly excited tone caught my ears.

Is this something the viewers like? Also, my idea of going in my car seems pretty good too.

After all, no one would bother us outside. In the car, we could film a vlog, do car sex, cry over our defeat, whatever, who would care?

“Shall we go then?”

Once everyone nodded, there was nothing else to think about.

We turned around, took the elevator down to the basement.

In this building, I was the only one who owned a car, making it feel quite deserted.

Honestly, I could hardly count how many times I’ve come back here in my Hyundai.

But still, it shouldn’t be hard to find my single car.

“Uh?”

When the car came into view, Da-young suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She took out her smartphone, busily searching for something, and then sighed heavily.

“Unnie.”

What’s up, why the long face?

“Can I ask if you’re sure about your driving skills?”

“Yeah, I have a garage license but I’m reliable.”

At my response, Da-young swayed a bit, shaking her head in disbelief.

“When did a garage license become reliable driving skills?”

That’s a bit harsh.

I drove my dad’s car quite a lot even before being summoned to this world.

That memory and knowledge are still fresh in me.

Plus, the information given by the goddess included ‘Jisehee’s driver’s license.’

I may have a gap, but the blood of a hero is screaming to drive in me.

“You’d forgive me even if I crashed the car, right?”

“Suddenly?”

“No, if it’s your fault, you’d be liable for 9 and I’d be bankrupt for one.”

“W-What? You dimwit. What’s wrong with this car….”

Why’s she getting confrontational with that look? Da-young shoved her smartphone in front of Ahjin.

And then…

“Uh?”

As she glanced back and forth between whatever was reflected on the screen and my car, she quietly stepped back.

What’s her deal now?

Feeling the sudden change, I tilted my head, and Da-young stepped up to explain.

“This is a Rulsuluis Swagger tail.”

What’s that?

Ah, is that the car’s name? Just learned that.

To my indifferent reaction, Da-young exclaimed in frustration.

“It costs over 15.6 billion won!”

“Huh? Huh? If we bump it, it’d die in one hit, unnie.”

“Huh?”

* * *

“You arrived too early. Ugh.”

Unlike his usual affable demeanor on stream, the man was pouting and muttering to himself constantly.

He was a streamer named Gunder, one of those who participated in the STK brawl tournament.

He may have been thoroughly defeated by Friede, but in his mind, he left a lasting impression with a tight match.

Next to him, a hefty-looking man who was an editor checked his messages and calmly spread the news.

“The organizers contacted me; they’ll come to pick us up if we wait here. I’m bored, let’s munch on some popcorn.”

“Hey, what makes you think you can confuse the time and make me suffer like this? Am I really supposed to be here sulking with a guy at this hour? I’d be much happier if there was at least a pretty girl around.”

“Geez, it’s only 15 minutes early and you’re complaining. Don’t you remember how you messed up the time for an important collab and I covered for you? This is a fair deal.”

“Are you tired of that bait? Why are you still bringing it up until I die?”

“Eh?! Gunder-kun, are you saying you’ll wait for me to die?”

“Do you want to get hit?”

Amidst the bickering, the atmosphere of the Warfare marked a rare commotion between the two men.

To dig this out from past blunders is a rather tasteless affair. If it were me, that soup stock would long be evaporated.

Gunder found the editor’s lack of shame absurd, yet couldn’t find any counterarguments, so he just grunted.

Though he spoke sharply, when it came to a crisis, he would step up like a hero and clean things up.

Since they had been close friends for a long time, he couldn’t even think of cutting ties over such behavior.

If he were to part ways with that guy, it would probably have to be on personal grounds, something unavoidable.

Now, it didn’t matter if the editor crawled up like that, but Gunder wished he could tone down those somewhat cringeworthy remarks.

“Whoa, look! It’s streamer Visu!”

Just then, through the building’s glass, Gunder’s eyes caught a couple walking in leisurely.

It was the streamer Visu, whom he was somewhat familiar with.

In the STK brawl tournament, he had also been thoroughly defeated by Friede in a higher round.

“Looks like other streamers are bringing their entourage too?”

“Of course, this event benefits more than just the gaming team.”

“Well, from a participating streamer’s perspective, there’s really no better content.”

—Nom, nom.

Gunder shook his head as he watched his buddy digging into some popcorn, clearly taken with the excitement.

The only reason for having an editor here is simple.

The event taking place here is considered big content for participating streamers.

Whether it’s an official tournament or an event tournament, from start to finish, it’s like a treasure trove of resources.

Participants are curious about what anecdotes or happenings might unfold behind the scenes.

The things you generally can’t taste from regular tournament footage attract listeners’ attention.

It’s likely that all the streamers participating thought about this, bringing editors along.

Whether it’s vlogs or anything else, the more footage you capture, the more it can be utilized and become a part of a streamer’s very essence.

‘How about Friede? Would she bring an editor too?’

A faint memory of a somewhat controversial editor lingered in Gunder’s mind.

Well, whatever happens now is not that significant, but he remembered that there had been some controversy back then.

For Friede, it wouldn’t be something to worry about.

“Hey, don’t you feel excited?”

“What’s that?”

“We’ll finally see Friede.”

At Gunder’s words, the editor grinned while letting out a breath through his teeth.

“Of course! When Friede appears, I’ll forget all about you and just film her.”

“Haha, no rebutting that. I would probably do the same.”

These days, everybody knows how famous Friede has become.

She proved her splendid skills by winning the tournament and removing the water lily flowers in the brawl, and didn’t she even gain major recognition?

On top of that, her looks are said to be out of this world, rendering her a hot topic.

Even people who know little about the Soul Warfare know her through internet memes.

She might just be the strongest in this streamer team.

‘I guess we’ll see Warden and get a 3-way showdown in the tournament with Water Lily Friede?’

Between Warden and Water Lily, their skills are obvious.

Conversely, the only top strength in the streamer team is Friede alone.

The other members are also top-notch challengers and Grand Masters, but compared to the STK gaming team players, they would inevitably fall short.

However, if she did pull off the so-called “carry,” she’d definitely get noticed.

Gunder’s heart burned with fighting spirit as he hated to simply go with the flow.

“It’s about time, right?”

“Yeah, do you think Friede is running late?”

“How would I know? There’s probably no one among the streamers who has a connection with Friede apart from Poming.”

Let’s not hope she’s late or doesn’t show up. If she doesn’t, they’d suffer significant losses themselves time-wise.

I brushed aside a slight feeling of unease. We’ll find out as we wait.

Just as I was about to turn my body.

—Vroom!

A rather loud car sound rang out.

“Whoa, Rulsuluis Swagger tail? We have one in our country? That’s crazy rare!”

Filled with excitement, Gunder’s voice made me tilt my head.

Coincidentally, he too was not very knowledgeable about cars, so he left the driving to his editor sister.

Following the sound, my eyes turned to see a rather luxurious car passing smoothly through the parking lot.

For some reason, there were no cars blocking its way, and it kept reversing like a puppy peeing in front of a tiger.

Since Gunder had never seen such a spectacle in the parking lot before, his curiosity kept his eyes glued to the car outside.

Is it a famous car?

—Honk!

That car parked in a proper spot.

While other cars were bustling in the parking lot, for some inexplicable reason, no other car parked in the two empty spots side by side.

“What kind of car is it for everyone to act like that?”

“This is a super rare luxury car worth over 15.6 billion won. If car enthusiasts saw it, they’d probably set up a feast and hold a ritual.”

Huh? 15.6 billion?

What kind of car costs more than a building in Gangnam?

At that moment, the car door opened, and three women stepped out.

Could it be the car owner’s arrival? Curious, Gunder turned his attention toward them, and his body froze in astonishment.

Golden hair that seemed melted from pure gold.

Features more delicate and beautiful than even diamond craftsmanship.

Around her pearl-white neck rested a black choker, exuding a sense of illicit pleasure.

A black bustier that struggled to contain her voluptuous chest and a sheer shirt that faintly revealed her porcelain skin.

A miniskirt that tightly held her curvy hips and bubble butt, making it seem nearly impossible for her to walk.

And because of those black heels worn, her already seductive legs in black stockings exuded even more stunning allure.

Ah, how should I even express this?

My capacity for description and vocabulary seemed to stop in that instant, leaving me speechless.

At that moment, the editor next to me gulped and commented.

“An absolute goddess of beauty and sex.”

Oh, he’s right.

Like Aphrodite, that’s the feeling she brings.

That’s a really shallow term, but Gunder thought it was a surprisingly fitting expression.

Thus，Gunder and the editor kept busy watching until Friede and her entourage entered the building.

With her hips pushed back like this…

“……”

“……”

Why is she pushing her hips back?

 

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