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**Chapter 15: The Food if God’s**

“The trajectory of the Holy Sword weaves through the air, adorned by the Milky Way.”

The dynamic movements of her flowing blonde hair and golden cape, although of the same color, were distinct enough to make onlookers hold their breath in wonder.

“Ah, what she just showed is not just gameplay, it’s like a work of art,” I couldn’t help but think.

With such impressive skills and that pure aura, it must be quite a struggle for anyone going up against her.

Behold, even the top-tier players in Challenger rank are unable to stop Friede.

It’s laughable to say it’s purely skill. Just looking at the expression of the opponent being overwhelmed, it’s clear they lost focus just from her appearance….

“These guys are such a buzzkill….”

Lotus—Eunha clicked her tongue, wrinkling her brow at the opponent’s petty demeanor.

I wonder if Friede would like that.

From Friede’s first-person perspective, she moves fiercely, dizzyingly, like the wind.

Of course, she’s not the only one out there. There are those who desperately seek victory, fighting tooth and nail to boost their rank points before the season ends.

The view was ever-familiar yet hard to acclimate to.

Even surrounded by multiple opponents, her perspective spins crazily like a whirlwind, skillfully deflecting incoming attacks and counterattacking.

It was like a spinning top, not just rotating but moving in all directions—could a human mind even handle this?

If a person were to be tossed around in a hurricane, would it feel like this?

No, to think of it more vividly… if the clothes in a washing machine had thoughts, wouldn’t it be identical to this?

Then it happened.

—Pew!

An arrow sliced through the air, piercing right into one of the opponents.

With the momentary opening revealed, the dazzling blade flashed on the observers’ screens, tickling their eyes.

Friede charged her blade with the Holy Light Sword, scattering the light as she broke a corner of the encircling formation with a take charge that could cut through the chaos.

In the midst of all the frantic strikes, she used the first charge of the Holy Sword so sharply.

Was that a sudden spark of inspiration I felt?

Then suddenly, Eunha, analyzing her opponent instinctively as a professional gamer, fell into contemplation.

“What would I do if it were my sister facing her?”

I mean, in a team fight rather than 1v1.

Normally, people like her get crushed in a gang-up, but of course, her teammates wouldn’t be fools either, they’d come to back her up.

Maybe because her name value rose with this brawl tournament, there were even instances where backups came in quickly without anyone saying a word.

In the past, I would have just gone solo-gank in the opposing team’s maze.

“Should I win thanks to my teammates?”

It might seem cowardly, but there’s an option to completely ignore Friede and push into another lane, cutting off the enemies there.

Since there are two mazes on the left and right.

No matter how much Friede thrived, if we gained the upper hand in the other lanes, at least we could keep the game tight.

If that happens, the outcome would depend on the skills of the team members in the remaining lanes.

‘Still, it’s going to be tough.’

Even as I pondered this, the game was speeding along.

Watching Friede and the others push hard up to their respawn base and ultimately claim victory caused Eunha to let out a sigh of relief for reasons she couldn’t quite grasp.

‘Why am I feeling this?’

She tilted her head at her own reaction, her delicate brow slightly furrowing.

Regardless of how she felt, Friede’s broadcast continued as usual, with the audience showering her with wild cheers for securing a glorious victory.

[Stop the trolling!]

[Is it okay to be trolled in Challenger?]

[Ha, lol, then just win if you’re mad!]

[Seeing my sister’s face is enough to turn me into a half-zombie, lol, it’s the best!]

[Genuinely, lol.]

The responses were quite intense.

From the listener’s perspective, those Challenger-tier players are a sight most don’t easily encounter.

It must be that they feel vicarious satisfaction watching such high-level players crumble against her.

After all, for streaming content to work, it has to have that thrilling edge, so there’s no need to take it to heart.

It’s only natural that a wry smile crossed my face at the sheer absurdity of it all.

Then it happened.

「Lukakung’s mission 3,000,000 won!

—Next time, turn on the reality cam and cosplay in clothes from home!」

“…Cringe!”

Eunha had also streamed as a professional gamer plenty of times.

So, she’s experienced the irritation and even shock from various donations.

But, but still.

「Red Lotus’s 50,000 won donation!

—Hey! You little shit! Don’t cross the line with my sister!」

Throwing out a curse on her sister’s behalf feels… okay, right?

 

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