Chapter 46 : Top 10 Death Lines with Evil Snipers

At first, I couldn’t understand why my teammates’ stance had suddenly changed.

But seeing how incredibly sweet they had become to me, along with the reactions in the chat, I eventually figured it out.

Ah, so this is…

That famous “Yeomisae” phenomenon.

Even when watching Ayase’s stream, or other Vtubers’ streams, I often came across “Yeomisae” types—those who get excited whenever they hear a female voice.

Why didn’t I notice it right away?

It’s a matter of perception.

Do I truly recognize my gender as “female”?

I mean, I’ve accepted the reality and the results, but recognizing it is a whole different thing.

Every time I lie down, my large chest is still uncomfortable.

Every time I take a bath, I feel a weird sense of awkwardness.

Every time I put on a bra, I can’t help but feel unfair—why do I even have to wear this?

My daily life has changed drastically since my gender changed.

But even so, I still perceive myself as “male.”

Isn’t that obvious?

After all, the years I’ve lived as a man are dozens… no, hundreds of times longer than the time I’ve spent as a woman.

It feels awkward.

Just because I spoke a little, my teammates’ sudden sweet behavior is so awkward that it’s killing me.

Still…

I have a role to play.

I faithfully performed my duty as the Level 4 Backpack.

[Does anyone have a vertical grip?]

“I do.”

[Does anyone have an extended mag?]

“I have three.”

[I’m low on energy drinks… does anyone have any?]

“I have twelve.”

[Thank you, Player 3.]

[Player 3, you really know how to play! By the way, how old are you?]

[Your voice is really nice, too.]

Yeah.

This is what gaming is about.

This is exactly the scenario I had envisioned from the start.

As I engaged in some slightly awkward small talk with my teammates, before I knew it, the game had reached the third shrinking zone.

Only ten squads remained, including ours.

For the first time in the history of the universe, I had made it into the Top 10.

See?

I don’t know about Loaderna, but in Battle Lounge, as long as you get a good team, getting a “chicken dinner” is totally possible.

Are we actually gonna win?

Wait, our teammates are actually pretty good.

If someone acts all cutesy in a casual game → high chance they’re a veteran.

All the skilled players in the cute-squad got wiped out, so our chances of winning shot up, lol.

Are we really winning this? Are we really winning this? Are we really winning this? Are we really winning this?

And the safe zone is in our favor, too.

So boring, so boring, so boring, so boring, so boring.

Objectively speaking, at this moment, our squad had the highest chance of winning.

The safe zone and our position were too good.

Since we had secured a high ground with plenty of cover, my teammates were sniping enemies from a distance with their 4x scopes, racking up kills.

Of course, this kind of playstyle would eventually drain all our resources over time, so it wasn’t exactly a high-risk, high-reward strategy.

But still…

Like I said from the start—

I’m the Level 4 Backpack.

[Player 3, do you have any extra ammo?]

“Yeah, I still have 300 rounds left.”

[Pfft… Wait, why are you carrying so much ammo?]

“Well… I figured I should at least fulfill my role as a Level 4 Backpack properly… I really wanted to win a chicken dinner.”

[Alright, let’s carry you to victory.]

[Player 2, Player 4, let’s stop farming kills and focus on the situation.]

[Two DMRs and one sniper at 175. I already popped the sniper’s helmet.]

My teammates’ combat power skyrocketed.

This sly little minx…!

Did she study how to seduce men or what?

Such a foxy girl.

This is what you call a Queen Bee. LMAO.

What the—

Huh?!

She’s pulling her weight as a Level 4 Backpack, what’s the issue?

Honestly, she’s doing her fair share just by being the walking ammo depot.

If it weren’t for her, we’d have run out of bullets ages ago, no joke.

Nice.

At this rate, we’re winning.

As long as nothing goes wrong, we’re winning.

Three squads remained.

Our chances of victory were getting even higher.

Now that I’ve played with these guys for a while, I get it.

They’re just really good at shooting.

[One enemy down.]

[Confirmed kill.]

[Watch out for another squad at 255.]

“Another.”

Just as we were pinching one squad, another enemy squad showed up.

It was a slightly risky situation, but for a team like ours—with plenty of resources left—it wasn’t a problem at all.

[Player 3, smoke grenades—]

I don’t even need to be told.

If I had to pick the most overpowered item in battle royale games, it would definitely be smoke grenades.

Unless the enemy has an aimbot or ESP hacks, it’s practically impossible to kill someone mid-range through smoke cover.

Fortunately, I still had seven smoke grenades left.

I started throwing them wildly toward my teammates.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

As I threw the fifth smoke grenade—

Boom!

‘Holynight3223’ has been killed by ‘E-Zia520’s grenade.

“Huh?”

[Huh?]

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

‘Robertpraiser’ has been killed by ‘E-Zia520’s grenade.

‘Rexbegonia’ has been killed by ‘E-Zia520’s grenade.

“Oh, fuck!”

No fucking way, lmao.

WTF ARE YOU DOING?!?!

Holy shit, I can’t NOT curse at this.

Why the hell are you throwing grenades, ffs?

We were SO close to winning, and you just had to ruin it.

This has to be intentional trolling at this point.

Alright, time to get this one archived in the gallery.

[Uh… w-well, good game.]

[T-that was fun, Player 3. You must have pressed the wrong key.]

[Too bad… oh well, these things happen. Yeah.]

Oh.

I thought I was throwing smoke grenades.

Turns out, I was throwing frag grenades at my own teammates.

I mixed up the keys.

I have no excuse.

I basically threw away my own luck.

Before I even had time to apologize, I was forcibly kicked from the match.

My chicken dinner.

My glorious victory.

My 1,000,000 won.

There was no second chance.

Next match—

I got paired with dopamine-addicted freaks obsessed with “big reactions.”

The match after that—

I got teammates who didn’t even turn on their mics and lost immediately.

The match after that—

For the first time, I won a big city fight.

But right after we wiped out the entire city, my dopamine-addicted teammates just said, “Damn, that was tasty,” and left the game.

By the fourth match, I finally found a squad that actually looted safely.

But then, another problem arose.

Stream snipers.

We got completely wiped.

…That’s when I finally realized it.

Those three Yeomisae guys were actually veterans.

It wasn’t that we climbed high in the rankings because there were no stream snipers.

It was just that they were so damn good at the game that they shut down every single sniper before they could even act.

I was broken.

There was no way I could win.

Seeing my defeated expression—

[‘Anbitcheunmotbyeol’ has donated 10,000 won.]

“Final game? Why not play with viewers this time instead of randoms? Quad-squad.”

The “Chairman” made another suggestion.

Hmm.

Playing with viewers instead of random squads, huh?

Not a bad idea.

Every single random squad game was either full of Yeomisae guys or dopamine junkies obsessed with reactions.

Honestly, I should’ve just played with viewers from the start.

I went into the settings and disabled the invite block.

Immediately, hundreds of invite notifications flooded my screen.

Holy shit, that firepower, lmao.

The cult’s firepower is insane.

Wait, if you think about it, isn’t this kinda redpilled?

That means all these people were already waiting and stream sniping the host.

Ugh, damn sniper rats!

As I scrolled through the endless list of invites, one username caught my eye.

‘Ex-calibur’

The legendary weapon from the Arthurian legends.

And also—

The original name of ‘Iron Sword No. 3,’ an item owned by Yoo Isul.

This guy… his level was maxed out.

A veteran among veterans.

Getting carried by a veteran might be a bit of a cheap move, but I’ve already suffered enough.

I’ve been playing for five hours straight.

It’s about time I actually won one.

I accepted the invite.

We queued up as a duo, meaning our squad would consist of one viewer and two randoms.

And then—

[Underground.]

[Oh, shit! We got in! Stream snipe successful!]

Of all the possibilities, we ended up with two stream snipers as our random teammates.

Just in case, I decided to speak to them first.

“No excessive reactions, no weird comments, no trolling.”

[But you’re the one trolling, sis.]

[We just want to survive as long as possible too, Cult Leader.]

Fair enough.

They managed to stream snipe me with a probability of one in several hundred, so from their perspective, they’d want to play with me as long as possible.

But more importantly—why isn’t Player 1, Ex-calibur, turning on their mic?

Did their mic break…?

The game started.

To loot safely, we deliberately landed in a town far from the flight path.

But the toxic stream snipers were persistent.

[One squad… No, two squads following us, Cult Leader!]

[Ugh, these damn sniper rats!]

You guys are stream snipers too, you crazy bastards.

I landed in the same house as Player 1, Ex-calibur.

And, once again, I immediately ran into the bathroom.

Why does she ALWAYS go into the bathroom, lmao.

This is the way. The host is doing exactly what the host should do.

Takeshi mode: ON.

shivering noises

Do something, teammates.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Loud footsteps.

Someone had broken into the house.

Then—

BANG. BANG!

The sound of a double-barrel shotgun firing in quick succession.

And then—the kill feed at the top-right corner of the screen started filling up with Ex-calibur’s name.

One knocked.

Two knocked.

Three knocked.

One squad, wiped.

One knocked.

Two knocked.

Three knocked.

The other squad, wiped.

In an instant, Ex-calibur had soloed two entire squads.

[Holy shit, what the fuck, Player 1?!]

[The greatest of all sacred swords, the true legendary weapon, GOAT.]

Damn it, Ex-calibur!

I totally believed in you…!

After obliterating both squads, Ex-calibur finally spoke.

[I’ll carry you, sis.]

“…Huh?”

Oh.

It’s a woman.

Kojime? (Korean meme for shock/surprise)

IT’S A WOMAN!!!!!

Hnnng… Noonaaa…

A high-level noona, omg.

Wait a minute.

That voice.

I’ve definitely heard that voice before.

…No way, right?