Daesik’s suspicious club, abbreviated as Daesumong, was a die-hard viewer of Mollru.
He wasn’t one of the founding members who had watched from her first broadcast, but as his nickname suggests, he was a notorious viewer who mainly tuned into O Daesik’s streams.
By the time of Mollru and O Daesik’s collaboration, he had naturally transitioned to watching Mollru’s broadcasts.
Having spent a relatively long two years with O Daesik, this was an irresistible change.
Characters like Mollru were a rare sight for someone with Daesumong’s lengthy streaming experience.
Usually, female streamers face fewer restrictions in the chat room.
She was suspiciously well-versed in internet broadcasting memes, no matter how underground they were.
On top of that, she was good at games and had a nice voice, even though her thought process was a bit twisted.
Definitely giving off the vibes of a troublemaker.
Daesumong had no choice but to fall for Mollru…
His fanboy feelings for her had been soaring higher and higher recently.
He thought it was just her great voice, but it turned out she was perfect even beyond appearance.
Daesumong had initially fallen for her purely due to her charm, but now he couldn’t deny that her looks were also thickening his fanboy sentiments.
“It’s a shame the broadcasts have decreased…”
The days of real-time interaction with viewers were now just a thing of the past.
On the bright side, one could think of it positively.
Mollru had become more of a quasi-celebrity than an ordinary internet streamer now.
He felt good just knowing he discovered and liked such an amazing person first.
When he thought about the reduced broadcasts, they hadn’t been that frequent to begin with, so it felt like a wash.
If he had to point out a downside, it would be the excessive influx of new viewers.
“I almost didn’t get in!”
For the first time in Mollru’s broadcasting history, a viewer participation content was taking place.
Unlike the unapproved viewer hunting, this was a legitimate viewer participation event.
Being chosen from among the not-so-small number of 50,000 people was a huge stroke of luck.
“If I hadn’t raised my tier…”
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he was able to participate thanks to Mollru’s tier limitation.
Daesumong praised his past self, who had been sucked into Escape.
This game was one he had played steadily from the beginning, unlike others, and it was the only game where he had real skill.
Just thinking about playing the game with Mollru sent shivers of excitement coursing through him.
Not nerves, but sheer joy.
“No matter how much of a galju you are, this is crossing the line.”
A newbie, who was just starting the game for the first time today.
How could he possibly hunt down the five survivors, including himself?
Especially not someone as noobish as himself or seasoned players who were fully seasoned!
It would be lucky if he didn’t get toyed with and rage-quit by the survivors.
“I’ll have to take it easy if I can.”
Escape may be a famous game, but it wasn’t one that was nice to beginners.
The veterans were so mischievous that newbies would buckle under the pressure and flee.
Due to the game’s structural characteristics, the killer couldn’t help but feel a bit antagonized by the veteran survivors.
The survivors would be getting their heads beaten in every day by the veteran killers.
It was quite natural for newbies to lose interest and leave the game!
“Considering the broadcasts have been sparse, I’ll have to pace myself.”
This was a rare chance to participate in a stream after a long time.
Daesumong hoped that this time would last a while and unconsciously developed a laid-back mindset.
He thought maybe Mollru would lose interest in the game too, so he might as well not go all out and take it easy.
“I found you.”
“Huh?”
Whaam-
As a result, he became the first person to have his head smashed by Mollru.
*
“Daesik’s suspicious club is finished!”
[Daesumong-san ㄷㄷ]
[Daesumong’s record stinks like a pro, and he dies first LOL]
[Disappointed, Daesumong. You’re ‘eliminated’ from our O Daesik’s notorious team.]
[You being here during Daesik’s stream…]
[Ah LOL I can’t resist a galju’s stream.]
[Even Daesik has to acknowledge this.]
It was definitely more fun than the lobby.
With a high tier, the overall level was high, missing opponents right in front of him multiple times.
This time Daesumong had suspicious… aka Daesumong, gave him space, so it was a good thing; otherwise, if he had been like other viewers, running around and being toxic, it would have dragged on for ages.
Playing the game made him feel that escape might actually be unfavorable for the killer.
If he were dealing with low tiers, maybe it wouldn’t be too apparent, but facing high tiers, that fact became acutely evident.
If the survivors were pros, then the killer would just end up looking like a fool, swinging blades at nothing.
“Interesting.”
But that didn’t mean he was going to lose.
Even though his opponents were high tiers, they weren’t the absolute top tier of this game, and since overall he accepted he was at a disadvantage, the survivors had not specialized their abilities.
Moreover, he was adapting to the game and their movements.
If he skillfully used the special ability of the killer he chose, teleportation…
He might be able to catch them all.
Wiiing-
As those thoughts came to mind, a mechanical sound echoed and a warning sign appeared.
[One gate has already been breached ㄷㄷ]
[That was fast LOL is it because of the tier?]
[This is definitely a defeat ㅇㅇ]
[No matter how much of a galju, this is tough.]
[Even with four survivors, it would have been difficult.]
[Five is just way too hard ;; and all high tiers too.]
[Bangjang, what are you doing! I placed a bet on victory!]
[You bet on victory here; might as well be a jinx.]
Well, who knows who will be left laughing in the end.
That’s what we’ll find out when we’ve come to the end.
“From now on, I’ll go serious.”
[Does that mean you haven’t been serious until now?]
[Aah, that’s his ‘true intention’.]
[The ones who drew out Bangjang’s true intention ㄷㄷ]
[They might not expect this?]
[The pre-emptive losses are looking good LOL.]
[Yeah~ Even if it’s Mollru, she won’t win for sure.]
His hands loosened as he assumed a proper stance.
*
When it came down to results, it was a loss for him.
In a hair’s breadth, he had missed catching the last survivor right before his eyes.
He had gotten flustered by the opponent’s technique and flailed a bit.
He never thought they would use the Friend Shield.
The world of competition is indeed so cold.
Lately, I’ve been distancing myself from this world, and it seems I’ve become too weak.
If I had only managed to play as if I was the killer, thinking of it as if a bomb collar was around my neck, knowing that if I didn’t kill them, I would die…
I might have won.
But it seems I’ve become too comfortable lately, without realizing it, I became a fat pig.
The one wearing the bomb collar wasn’t me but rather the opponent.
Their strategy of throwing in an ally as bait to escape was indeed quite brilliant.
[I was really thinking I was going to win, my heart was racing LOL]
[Seriously didn’t expect them to ditch the friend who came to save them.]
[Objectively, that decision was correct, but they barely thought about it before leaving.]
[This guy is so good at this.]
[Ah,,, my points…]
[Are you awake, jinx? Are you awake, jinx?]
[Since you were always a jinx, I didn’t go all in.]
[Stable flavor… this is the true bet.]
As viewers fluctuated like gambling addicts over points, he opened his mouth for a settlement.
“Um… Should we do a winner interview?”
The last surviving player was a viewer who had used forbidden techniques on him.
He was curious about his gameplay secrets, and it seemed appropriate to wrap up the broadcast.
[Individual interview?]
[Just the two of them on a call… I’m a bit jealous.]
[(Angry character emoji)]
[I’m curious if this is how they usually play.]
[After watching your stream, I want to try Escape too.]
He received a personal code for a whisper and initiated the call.
“Oh, uh. Can you hear me?”
“Yes, I can hear you well.”
“I’m a fan, Mollru. I always watch your streams.”
“Oh, yes, thank you.”
[What? Why are they so normal?]
[Their voice is nice too;]
[Why’s this person not stuttering? This ain’t a Susu.]
[? Shouldn’t they stutter and mess up their greetings?]
[Not really… Am I the only one imagining that these viewer types would be like this?]
[I suddenly feel betrayed; was everyone else just some ultra-Alpha males?]
[Ah LOL, but this is the average viewer here.]
Sneaking a glance at the surprisingly friendly chat, he asked the last survivor what he was curious about.
“You survived until the end, and I see your tier skill is among the highest among survivors. Is there any secret to it?”
“Um, there’s a saying that goes, ‘The strong don’t survive, but those who survive become the strong.’ I always try my best to survive.”
[So does that mean selling out your teammates? Ah LOL]
[The Bangjang’s commentary skills have improved; the interview is solid.]
[Their answer sounds like they prepared it in advance; so eloquent.]
[Look at this audacity!]
In the chat, a viewer who got betrayed while trying to save him expressed their frustration.
“Thanks to that, I’m here doing a one-on-one interview with Mollru. How wonderful is that? I thought, once this event started with Mollru selecting the participants, ‘Oh, if I win, there might be something in it for me.’ And it turned out to be true! I’m glad I worked hard.”
“Uh, um. Is that so?”
It was just a casual interview, but somehow it felt loaded with meanings.
[Bangjang’s flustered LOL]
[This guy gives off major talkative vibes.]
[TMT on]
[Galju is slowly draining energy in real-time…]
[Seeing Bangjang’s expression suddenly darken is just too funny LOL.]
“I started playing Escape since its early release. Back then, everyone was a newbie, and it felt very fresh. But as the game aged, new players dwindled, and now there aren’t many viewers… But watching you play Escape today—are you listening?”
“Yes, yes. Please go on.”
“So, about that…”
I was clearly at home having a relaxed broadcast, but why did I feel so exhausted, as though I was doing a sports commentary?
It was truly a mysterious situation.
