Martial arts is a genre with a long history.
And having a long history means that it is quite popular.
“Unqi Brunch? How dare some bastard say such a baseless nonsense…!”
Stagnant water is bound to rot, and rotting water is undrinkable.
This is a natural law that everyone knows about in the grand scheme of nature.
No, the moderator was a stubborn old man haha
A real martial arts expert in front of Unqi Brunch, haha
Looks like he got scratched properly, haha
The same applies to literature and those who consume it.
Readers often fail to accept the changes of the times and sometimes reminisce about the literature of the past that perfectly suited their tastes.
This too is a natural law.
Humans are creatures that remember the past beautifully through memories, which is why the saying “memory correction” exists.
Moreover, literature is a great concept that moves people’s hearts, so how could anyone harshly discard literature that touches their heart?
But, even so, there must be a limit.
“This is not martial arts!!!”
Cheon Hwi screamed as if having a seizure.
The man who returned after spending three hundred years in the Central Plains, unfortunately, seemed too old to accept the changes of the times.
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Unqi breakfast! Unqi lunch! Unqi dinner!
It’s the perfect time for a Unqi snack!
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Great hero, the volcano sect in this world was destroyed by the eruption of a dormant volcano.
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If only the Mount Wu sect had done a ritual to prepare for natural disasters, such a catastrophe could have been avoided…
They called only the past martial arts “authentic martial arts” and looked down on the current martial arts that had changed with the times.
Beyond merely reminiscing about the past, they caused harm, which is why people call them “Mutt Dak.”
The most significant characteristic, they say, is still…
“I thought they were good people, but upon further inspection, they are nothing more than evil villains like the Sima family!”
Mutt Dak doesn’t even recognize himself as a Mutt Dak, and even if he did, he wouldn’t admit it.
Sima?
Evil?
Villains?
No way! We are such good people.
Cheon Hwi, who was practically a perfect Mutt Dak by societal standards, widened his eyes.
Then, he sat closer to the smartphone and began arguing with the viewers, as if engaged in a martial arts duel.
Isn’t the Volcano Sect located in a volcano?
“The ‘hwa’ in Volcano Sect doesn’t mean fire. It’s written with the character for plum blossom! … You mean the character for ‘bright’? Looks like the martial world and Chinese character usage are different in modern times.”
After defeating the Volcano Sect’s volcano.
Why doesn’t the Mount Wu Sect perform rituals, even though they call themselves the Mount Wu Sect?
Is it because they’re a Zero Sugar Sect?
“Mount Wu Sect has nothing to do with Korean shamanism! Zero Sugar is even further off!”
Going beyond the Mount Wu Sect’s Zero Sugar.
I heard from my older brother Nam Gung, that the crown of an elf’s head smells like phytoncides.
“What nonsense is that! The smell of a Jang tribe’s crown isn’t much different from a human’s!”
How do you know that, Great Hero?
After finishing discussions that could have sparked petty controversies, Cheon Hwi, still agitated, finally calmed down.
“The future of the peninsula is so dark.”
Really?
(I really don’t know)
Oh, how could the future be dark?
Cheon Hwi, having regained his composure, glared at the annoying chat room, then sighed.
How on earth should I train these unruly viewers?
It already felt like broadcasting wasn’t as easy as it seemed, and he almost felt like he was drained.
With no other choice, Cheon Hwi raised his hand.
Then, the black energy he had shown during his martial arts demonstration surged and colored his previously pristine white hand black, showcasing its presence.
Whoa.
No, Great Hero. Let’s put our fists down and talk.
Everyone, run away!!!
The viewers, who had started to panic due to the media’s stereotype of martial artists being violent, fled as Cheon Hwi waved his hand through the air.
The hand moves straight and unwavering, only to suddenly bend and slash downward, then moves back and forth, sometimes making swift, unimpeded motions.
Are you writing in the air right now?
Is that also martial arts?
This is just nonsense haha.
Against the backdrop of the white room, black energy begins to rise.
Following the trajectory of his moving hand, the black energy streaks through the air, coloring the space as if painting.
It looks as though he’s brushing on a white sheet of paper, and viewers are amazed at the strange sight of him writing in the empty air.
Eventually, Cheon Hwi’s hand comes to a stop.
“I had planned to do this in the next broadcast, but it seems there’s no choice but to do it today.”
With those words, Cheon Hwi steps aside, and a beautifully written sentence appears on the broadcast for the viewers to see.
[Broadcast Rules Establishment meeting]
Ten characters in Chinese.
The viewers, unable to read the strange characters, were left dumbfounded, and soon, chat messages full of admiration started flooding in.
What the heck does that mean, haha
Ahh!! Master!!!
We’re in Korea!!!
I captured it and used AI to translate, and it says “Broadcast Rules Setting Meeting.”
It’s even traditional characters, not simplified ones haha.
However, Cheon Hwi pays no attention to these reactions.
Whether viewers scream or burst into laughter in the chat, he continues speaking, completely focused, and once again, all eyes are on him.
“As someone mentioned in the chat, today, I will set the rules for this broadcast.”
Just as a society needs laws when people gather, a broadcast with so many viewers also needs rules.
Naturally, since this is the first broadcast and there were no established rules yet, the viewers wholeheartedly agreed.
It’s ridiculous that you’re using Chinese characters instead of proper Korean, but it’s still intriguing.
Great Hero, you’re not going to write the rules in Chinese characters, are you?
No way, haha. How are we supposed to read that?
Ah haha, just keep using the translator.
The anxious chat messages of the viewers, who found themselves unexpectedly studying Chinese characters, quickly filled the chat room.
However, Cheon Hwi, who had turned his back to the screen, silently withdrew the energy, and without a word, he started writing in the air again.
No friendship spamming.
No flooding the chat.
No mentioning other streamers unrelated to the broadcast.
After completing the rules that are commonly referred to as “industry standards,” Cheon Hwi stepped aside once again.
It’s the standard rules.
It looks neat.
Haha, no wonder it’s the standard rules.
I’m so glad Great Hero wrote in Korean instead of Chinese characters.
After checking the chat and seeing that the reaction was positive, Cheon Hwi nodded and spoke.
“That’s about all I can think of for now. I’ll fill in and adjust the rest as I remember.”
Rules are essential, but they shouldn’t be excessive.
Internet broadcasts rely on communication and back-and-forth between the broadcaster and the viewers, but overly strict rules get in the way of that interaction.
Rules can always be adjusted as needed, responding only to viewers who cross the line.
So, what will you do next?
Are you going to do another martial arts demonstration?
Your humble disciple seeks your guidance.
Once the rules were set, the viewers began chatting, curious about what would happen next.
Seeing that the rules had been set more simply than expected, Cheon Hwi fell into thought.
“Well, it can’t be helped. I’ll explain to you what martial arts are and define them first.”
Oh.
Wow
I want to be a master too~
I feel dizzy just thinking about wanting to be a skilled practitioner.
It was content Cheon Hwi had planned to do later, but starting it now wasn’t a problem.
With that thought, Cheon Hwi collected all the energy that had been used to form the rules and began writing in the air again, ready to explain.
“Song Cheon Hwi, it’s time to start preparing the facilities…”
From behind Cheon Hwi, a door in the left corner of the screen opened, and a muscular middle-aged man entered the training room.
Isn’t that the president of the Hunter Association?
Whoa, crazy.
Was he really a great hero?
What’s going on here?
Why is the association president there?
The appearance of the association president, which was completely unexpected—or rather, something Cheon Hwi had completely forgotten about—shocked the viewers.
Cheon Hwi, now realizing that the promised three hours had passed, quietly withdrew the energy he had been manipulating and picked up his smartphone.
No, Great Hero!
The screen!
The screen!
Kraaaack!!!
Guarantee our right to know!!
The viewers, eager to bombard Cheon Hwi with questions, were sadly not given the chance.
The camera was covered by his hand, and the screen naturally went black.
The chat room exploded with screams from the viewers, and soon, a single line of text appeared with a notification sound.
[Song Cheon Hwi / Broadcast has ended.]
As the broadcast ended, the rapidly scrolling chat room was closed.
The viewers, who had gathered in hope of more, were quickly kicked out, and their unresolved questions began to ignite various communities.
This was the monumental moment marking the successful end of Cheon Hwi’s first broadcast.
Once the broadcast ended, Cheon Hwi returned home.
The association president, having entered the underground training room after Cheon Hwi’s departure, looked around in awe.
“What on earth did you do…”
The president was shocked by how the once neat training room had turned into a bombed-out mess after just three hours.
The only thing he had seen was the smartphone Cheon Hwi had been holding, which was likely still recording. From a distance, the screen faintly showed the inside of the training room.
“President, we’ve arrived.”
“Ah, ah… I see.”
The staff of the association, who were solely responsible for managing the underground training room, had finally arrived.
The association president, forced to shake off his deep thoughts at their voices, stepped back from the entrance and cleared the way for the team to begin their work.
“Wow… the state of the training room is unbelievable. Who used it?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you that.”
“A person of interest covered by the government, I assume?”
The role of training room manager might sound like a lower-level employee, but in reality, it was far from it.
These were high-level professionals specially trained to maintain the underground facility, optimized for the production sector.
The management team was a department with significant experience within the association, so they had seen and heard a lot over the years.
However, this was the first time the president had so firmly avoided mentioning something, even to the team leader.
“It’s going to take a while. Given the state of things, we’ll probably need to rebuild from scratch this time.”
“Please do it neatly. I expected this, but this will likely happen often in the future.”
“Please let them know to be as careful as possible. This will cost not only manpower but a huge amount of money as well.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
The association president nodded, his expression stiff, acknowledging the request.
Whether it was relief or resignation, the light sigh that escaped his lips conveyed a mixture of both.
The team leader, leading the team into the training room, quietly thought to himself.
At times like this, it’s better to not stir things up unnecessarily and just focus on the task at hand.
If one digs too deeply out of curiosity, they might disappear without a trace.
‘What in the world happened here?’
Despite this, there was one question that couldn’t be avoided when inspecting the training room to repair the facilities.
‘The mithril, a special metal that can only be mined from within gates, is damaged this much?’
It was something Cheon Hwi hadn’t known, but the inner walls of the association’s underground training room were made of mithril, a rare and special metal that could only be mined within gates.
Mithril is known for being nearly indestructible under certain conditions, even for high-level awakened individuals.
But now, that mithril was shattered, as if it had been recklessly torn apart like a beggar’s rags.
‘At least an A-grade awakened individual. Probably someone skilled in attack-type abilities.’
What kind of monster could have passed through here?
That thought, the last lingering one, quickly faded as the team leader pushed it aside and focused on the task at hand.
Curiosity, when misplaced, only leads to disaster.
The management team knew this all too well.
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