[Please roll back the character customization!!!!!!!!!]
[Hey, you crazy bitch, are you going to roll back the character customization or not?]
[You’re supposed to light the fire on the firewood, why are you putting it out?]
[If you don’t roll back the character customization, I’m going to jump out the window right now. Just so you know, this is a semi-basement.]
[Isn’t a semi-basement supposed to go up?]
[Does this look like a basement to you?]
[It’s fucking awful.]
[Deus Vult! Deus Vult!]
[After seeing this, I’ve decided to join Christianity.]
[Hero, how did you become a Taliban member?]
[Zikgaterbelt has donated 5,000 KRW! Please, return to being a hero of light!]
Despite the overwhelming support, Friede remained silent.
She merely typed the following message into the chat:
[If you can’t calm down, I’ll do a no-mic broadcast here.]
That declaration was like the dynamite used to drill a tunnel.
It was like adding oil to a fire that was already burning, piling on more firewood, and letting the wind blow through.
In an outfit that could either be a Burqa or a Hijab, not even being able to see the high-quality character customization was frustrating.
What really got to me, though, was not being able to see Friede’s lips, which were the only exposed part of her.
Not being able to hear Friede’s voice, which was praised as one of the highlights of her stream—her ear-gasmic voice? That was unbearable.
What followed was a bombardment of chat messages filled with countless emoticons and text, a massive chat storm that threatened to send Friede’s stream back to the Stone Age.
This intensity was so dense, it was on par with a major issue from a top-tier streamer, so if it were any other rookie streamer, they would probably feel intimidated by the pressure.
[Dammit, I’m holding my breath until you roll it back! Hup!]
[Already dead.]
[Seriously, stop with this nonsense.]
[We’re sorry, please.]
[Don’t say sorry! This is a power struggle! We have to win!]
But Friede was not just any rookie streamer.
‘Ah, this feels good.’
Taking in a breath like savoring sweet air, her whole body resonated with a pleasant hum.
‘Seeing the way they were groaning from my actions felt so satisfying.‘
Wait, wait a little longer…
Her seductive red lips parted as a thick tongue traced the corners of her mouth.
Ignoring the clamoring chat, she bravely started a ranked game.
Within five seconds, a game was matched.
As Friede was selecting her weapon, she spotted one that seemed appealing and immediately picked it.
The weapon was a crescent-shaped scythe called “The Crescent Moon Scimitar.”
Her off-hand weapon was a simple assassination dagger with a plain design.
It was a typical dual-wielding combination.
‘This fits so well in my hand.’
Swinging both weapons in the air to get a feel for them, Friede’s eyes widened slightly.
***
There was a clear difference in the feel compared to the broken greatsword, and it was much more stable.
In fact, the Crescent Moon Scimitar that Friede chose was a reliable weapon commonly used in the sickle class, with no significant tier differences.
The assassination dagger was a weapon that added bonus damage when performing a parry or critical hit, making it ideal for one-hit kill gameplay.
Neither of these weapons was overpowered, which made them less likely to be banned, but because of their overall solid performance, they were often chosen and loved by many.
‘Actually, beyond performance‘, I thought the design of these weapons went perfectly with my character’s skin and outfit.
‘Isn’t this the kind of weapon you’d associate with Islam?’
[Haha, what a surprise, you’re picking normal weapons again. Why not go with the broken greatsword this time?]
[If you went with a broken greatsword with the Islam concept… it would be the embodiment of a fucked-up hybrid religion.]
[Not just physically, but mentally as well, being violated by Islam. The weapons are really normal, though.]
[Isn’t that a typical agility build one-hit wonder concept?]
[Ugh, I really hate one-hit wonder players.]
[It’s not exactly one hit, but… it’s a bit extreme.]
I almost burst out laughing at the strange reaction, unsure whether they liked it or hated it.
‘Would I turn into Kim Cheom-ji, scolding my wife?’
‘Would I return as Kim Cheom-ji who bought seolleongtang while grumbling?’
I wondered how my attitude would change if I carried the team.
There wasn’t any strange psychological battle right from the pick-ban phase, since I didn’t need to pick up a broken greatsword.
In the desolate castle’s maze, both teams were waiting for the game to begin.
Once the loading finished, and just before the players were summoned to their main base, an anomaly appeared on the battlefield.
Thud!
A sparkling golden star fell from the sky, and the brilliance it emitted upon hitting the ground was enough to make anyone squint.
In that brief moment, the light that filled the battlefield disappeared, and…
From within it appeared a user – Friede – clad in a burqa, wielding a sickle that seemed to have been made from a crescent moon.
[What the hell! The production value is amazing, but the one who appeared is a Taliban member?!]
[The top 1% cutscene meets the bottom 1% character model.]
[In a different way, this is untouchable.]
That’s true.
From the exhilarating production, what appeared was something wrapped in a rag, something hard to even distinguish as male or female.
This just proved how outstanding Friede’s usual character model was.
***
As the game began, Friede equipped her weapons and headed toward the bypass as always.
[Friede’s position seems to have been fixed for a while now.]
[Of course… with that physique, she should be able to be in the front line like a necklace on a pig’s neck.]
[Who’s going to dive easily in a Grandmaster tier game?]
[But if we add two users as good as Friede , it might be possible?]
[What the hell! Two users as good as Friede?!]
“Is she going for the bypass again?” I could ask, but the main lane was filled with NPC soldiers and the tankers and archers were engaged in a tactical stand-off.
As a dealer, it was hard for Friede to make a move.
‘Master rank was achievable somehow, but…’
After advancing to Grandmaster rank, and especially as I got closer to Challenger, it became clear that reckless plays like before were increasingly harder to pull off.
To fully use Friede’s physicality, I needed to avoid the line fights and instead push her into 1v1 battles in the maze, a strategy that would lead to a satisfying result.
‘What should I do now?’
The so-called “soul warfare” is essentially a game where men fight face-to-face with cold weapons.
But with this sickle and dagger, Friede wanted something more creative.
The simple cosplay wouldn’t satisfy her at all.
While running, Friede opened the chat panel and quickly tapped on the keypad.
Without losing a step, she deftly navigated through the complex maze, her quick reflexes on full display.
But…
[What is that guy typing so furiously?]
[Yeah, right.]
Friede’s Islamic outfit was fluttering around her as she moved quickly, obscuring her rapid typing on the keypad.
Only after she entered the opponent’s bypass maze did her white fingers, peeking through the burqa, hit the enter button, completing the action.
At the same time, a flood of text filled the screen.
[Until now, as a Hero of Light, my gameplay has been a beloved menu for all my viewers.]
[The problem is that the viewers became too obsessed with the Hero of Light’s gameplay.]
[So, instead of modifying my old playstyle, I’ve decided to add a new menu as the Islamic Hero for a dirty playstyle.]
[Now, for those of you who were thrilled by the glorious battles of the Hero of Light, a more challenging ‘choice’ will be required.]
[Ha ha ha! I’m losing it.]
[What the hell do you mean “choice”, you little shit.]
[The villainy is like something out of King Yeonsan’s reign.]
[Did you grow up getting hit by your mom or something? Why are you so obsessed with attention?]
Of course, no one was responding positively to her remarks.
Friede was still a newbie, this being her second broadcast.
The question lingering in the minds of everyone watching was: What’s the appeal of watching this humiliation?
‘If I could, I’d just hold my breath and wait for the first broadcast to return.’
But Friede wasn’t thinking like an ordinary streamer.
Her voice, which had brought so much joy to listeners, was like a drug, addicting the viewers and molding their routines…
[Ha… did she plan this for today?]
[Sensei, I’m sorry. Please forgive these foolish viewers.]
[I’ll just watch the game.]
[Yeah… if it quiets down, she’ll probably go back to being the Hero of Light.]
The absurd announcement helped ease the chaotic atmosphere, as viewers slowly shifted to a more cautious mood.
While quietly sighing, ‘I couldn’t help but feel anxious, like a hungry dog whining in anticipation.’
Friede, wearing a satisfied smile, watched the flood of chat and noticed one particular comment.
[Let’s see what this despicable Islamic concept is all about, you filthy bitch.]
Ah, that…
“Let me show you.”
The true playstyle of the Islamic Hero, unlike the Hero of Light.
***
Upon entering the maze, Friede didn’t make a reckless charge.
Clank!
She fixed her weapons at her waist and began to climb the walls, stepping between gaps.
[Huh? What’s this?]
[Is that even possible?]
Surrounded by a chorus of astonishment, Friede cupped her hand to her mouth and hushed them.
“Shh!”
Assassins weren’t only the domain of ninjas.
Today, I am… an assassin.
***
Damduck, who had just reached Challenger, was exploring the maze without losing his focus.
The progress was smooth at first, hunting smaller objects to gain points.
But this quiet space felt strange.
‘Why is it so quiet?’
Damduck had heard of Friede before.
In Soul Warfare, once you reach this tier, everyone hears about each other, and you eventually learn all the names.
With her overwhelming physicality, Friede typically caused chaos in the opponent’s maze, disrupting the tempo and rhythm of her team.
So maybe that’s why, today, the maze felt so unfamiliar.
‘Can’t let my guard down.’
Friede was capable of pulling off those amazing stunts with her broken greatsword.
‘One wrong move, and I’d be decapitated.’
‘I need to hurry to the next objective.’
Rushing ahead, Damduck reached a ladder that led downward.
Sheathed my weapons, I slide down the ladder quickly.
Given how tight the space was, it was unlikely I’d be attacked.
But as I slide down, another thought crossed my mind.
Meeting Friede directly would be a first for me, and I was kind of excited to see what it felt like to face her.
‘How many consecutive wins has she had?’
“Huh?”
A crescent moon cutting through the night sky.
At the end of the crescent, a white light traced its path before splattering red blood.
My wrists were cut, and stamina rapidly decreased, putting Damduck into a panic.
This wasn’t a plain area, it wasn’t a place where players could just fight.
After all, I was descending a ladder, and the space was so tight, it resembled a chimney.
‘Damn it!’
As I weakened from the wrist injuries, I lost the strength to hold on to the ladder.
‘Danger.’
The urge to escape the danger was overpowering.
‘If I let go, I’d fall…’
‘Fall?’
‘Wait, who did this?’
Chilling!
Even though it was a virtual reality, the chills running down my spine felt all too real.
I turned my head back.
In the reflected light of the crescent moon sickle and the white dagger, an unknown figure appeared, sinking the blade into my neck.
“Crazy!”
This can’t be happening!
I could feel my grip weaken, and my body tumbled into the abyss below.
I fell so deep that I couldn’t see anything, and on the game’s scoreboard, a new kill mark appeared.
Friede ★ Damduck
In the narrow corridor where no one else was, Friede hung from the walls with a proud smile, looking down at the fallen Damduck.
“YOU DIED.”