Chapter 50 : The Story of the Most Unfortunate Man in the World

The Story of the Unluckiest Man in the World

Mr. Inmin.

Now, he is so unlucky that people even use the phrase “got Inmin’d” as an idiom in the LumiLive Gallery.

A hospital VIP who died trying to catch Kiana Reeves and ended up spending hundreds of thousands of dollars just on medical bills.

Now, all he had left was a sports car and eighty thousand dollars, the price he paid for his suffering (compensation money).

“…Sigh.”

• How did our Mr. Inmin end up like this…
• He even reached Master rank in Overwatch before…
• He always said he was confident in his aim on the server…

That’s right. His current reality wasn’t completely hopeless.

Eighty thousand dollars was still enough to buy a decent house and own a cool car.

What he had lost, however, was his pride.

Yes, that pitiful thing that men are doomed to have.

A shiny sports car.

But the windows were stained with fingerprints, and the wheels were covered in construction site dust.

His eighty thousand dollars remained intact, but his self-esteem did not.

He still survived on the server, but no one called him a “strong player” anymore.

The only thing left for him was one thing.

Just… the image of someone who “got wrecked.”

• “Got Inmin’d” LOLLLLL
• Now it’s a meme LMAO

Congratulations! The first widely used meme of Deokchun Island has been born~!

“What the hell, why me!?”

While still staying in RP mode, Mr. Inmin clutched his head in frustration.

He was a true FPS pro streamer who had once reached Master rank.

But now?

He was just a guy who got chased by Yui and had to pay her off.

Deokchun Island’s official ATM. The community punching bag.

A loser, a noob, trash…

“Ughhh…”

For someone who had once been praised by KillLogNote, this treatment felt unfamiliar.

Of course, this was just an RP server, and the perception would eventually fade… but it still felt off.

‘This isn’t right! I… I have to prove myself to the viewers…!’

To prove one’s worth meant proving one’s strength.

And what was the strongest force in Deokchun Island?

If it was an individual, the name that came to mind was Kiana Reeves.

The clip of her slaughtering 17 bodyguards with just a knife was still legendary.

Even though KillLogNote, the police chief, could match her aim, her combat sense was in a league of its own.

If it was an organization, then Deokchun Island’s police force was the strongest.

Though the police chief lost twice to Kiana Reeves in terms of aim, he still put up a good fight.

And the police force itself had twenty highly skilled streamers selected through a tough recruitment process.

But joining them wasn’t an option anymore.

Kiana Reeves had retired, and the police force was too big to challenge or join.

The only option left was Deokchun Island’s strongest crew, rivaling the police force.

‘The 7.3 Crew.’

A terrifying group with only seven members—where you had to kill someone to take a spot.

Mr. Inmin stared at the list of the 7.3 Crew, deep in thought.

He needed to pick the weakest one.

And the least important one.

That way, he’d have a chance at winning.

And there was one perfect candidate.

‘Storekeeper Sang-gil.’

The crew’s supply manager.

But all he really did was hand out magazines and ammo.

Most people wondered, “Why is this guy even in the crew?”

Yeah, this guy was the one.

If he could kick him out, he could take his place.

‘The only problem is… how do I issue a challenge?’

Without much thought, Mr. Inmin headed to the 7.3 Crew’s hideout.

This was the start of Deokchun Island’s most popular, violent, and brutal sport.

‘Deokchun Island Fight Club.’

Ding!

The sound of a car request notification.

How many times had it gone off today?

Once again, the sound of money being made.

I smirked slightly and said,

“Another customer just came in.”

• “Lots of customers today.”
• “Yeah, is there some kind of event going on?”

• “They’re all heading to the most crime-ridden Harlem area…”

I wonder… maybe something interesting is happening.

When rich streamers are all heading there, it must be something that triggers some kind of primal excitement.

It’s not like it’s some kind of orgy, given the streaming regulations… so they must be fighting or something.

Vroom—.

The taxi slowly entered the Harlem district of Deokchun Island.

Scantily clad NPCs, pushing the limits of content regulations, stood out.

At night, Harlem became an entirely different world.

Neon signs flickered, and customized bikes roared down the streets.

Gang members on every corner scanned me as I passed.

RP is really on point here…

“Ahem.”

Instinctively, I checked the rearview mirror.

The passenger in the back seat.

Mr. Inmin.

Now called “Deokchun Island’s official ATM.”

Once a skilled FPS player, but now just a streamer who gets scammed for taxi fares and got obliterated by “Kiana Reeves” while working as a bodyguard.

Yeah, that’s me.

I kind of feel bad… like I ruined this guy’s life.

…But why was he heading here?

“Sir, Harlem at night is a bit dangerous, don’t you think?”

He silently gazed out the window, letting out a small sigh.

[Succession ceremony.]

“Huh?”

[I’m going to take a spot in the 7.3 Crew tonight.]

“Wait… what?”

Oh, he’s serious.

I had heard that a position in the 7.3 Crew made a lot of money… but…

• “Wait, is he actually entering as a fighter?”
• “LOOOOOOL”
• “Is Yuki joining too?”

A 7.3 Crew spot, huh.

Honestly, I wasn’t entirely uninterested, but not exactly excited either.

The 7.3 Crew… that was a big deal.

The strongest force in the server, feared by all.

‘Which means… that was originally my spot.’

It’s hard to get excited about something you’ve already experienced before.

I quietly smiled and pulled the taxi to a stop.

“We’ve arrived, sir.”

Uncle Inmin took a deep breath. Then, as he opened the door, he spoke.
[“If you want to see the life of the kid you ruined, follow me.”]

And with that, he walked into the darkness.

I watched his back for a moment before quietly stepping out of the car.
Yeah, I wanted to see it too.

I love movies like Fight Club.
Noir! Fistfights!
Those things that stir a man’s soul!

After walking a bit, the scene immediately came into view—

A dark warehouse.

Dozens of streamers had gathered at the entrance.
Low-tier gang members, mercenary roleplayers.
They stood around, arms crossed, smirking, assessing their opponents.

An old, flickering fluorescent light hung from the ceiling, illuminating the ring.
The floor was already marked with clear signs of battle.
Bloodstains, broken wooden fragments, bandages soaked in red.

And in the center of the ring—

Uncle Inmin.

Facing him stood another man.

[“Oho~ Uncle Inmin~ It’s been a while, huh?”]

From the entrance, a mocking voice greeted him.

Gumeonggage Sang-gil (Convenience Store Sang-gil).
A man known as “Gili-hyung” in Deokchun Island.

He roleplays as a gangster, but his actions are more like those of a convenience store owner—just a small fry.
Mostly, he just picks fights with weaklings on the streets or wanders around doing insignificant things.

But that didn’t mean he was weak.

He was one of Deokchun Island’s official fighters.
Hadn’t he trained in bare-knuckle fighting for two years?

I mean, I just mash buttons when I brawl in this game, so I have no idea what exactly he trained in.
There aren’t even dedicated block or technique buttons.
The best you can do is maybe jump.
Does running before attacking increase damage or something?

[“Wow, our Overwatch Master looks down on his luck today, huh? Should I congratulate you for switching careers from bodyguard to miner after getting chased around by a taxi driver?”]

[“…….”]

Uncle Inmin didn’t say a word.
But his eyes changed.

[“Shut up and fight, you son of a b*tch!”]

“Oh…”

• Whoa, he’s coming in strong.
• Must be desperate for money…
• Is he actually serious?

[“Alright then! Gumeonggage Sang-gil VS Uncle Inmin! The match begins—NOW!”]

[“Here I come!”]

Sang-gil moved first.
He swiftly closed the distance with quick footwork.
In an instant, he was in range, throwing a right jab.

Whack!

Jab, jab, hook.
Clean and fast, a textbook combo.

Even though this was just a default attack with no special input, it had a significant stun effect.

Whack! Whack!

A series of sharp, rapid strikes grazed Uncle Inmin’s face.
Before he could react—

Whack! Whack! Whack!

This time, body shots.
A powerful straight punch aimed at the solar plexus.

[!]

Sang-gil was faster than expected.
His sense for close-quarters combat had been honed through dozens of street fights.

Yeah, I’d struggle in a bare-knuckle fight too.
Just watching him move, I could tell how skilled he was.

So there’s no way Uncle Inmin could win—

Whack!

[“Urgh!”]

[“Gotcha now!”]

Uncle Inmin landed a counterpunch.
His fist struck Sang-gil’s stomach dead on.

I don’t know if this game is realistic, but that was the solar plexus.
A critical hit.

[“You bastard…”]

For a brief moment, Sang-gil froze.
His breath caught in his throat, his body flinching.

As expected of an official server, Deokchun Island’s quality was top-tier.
They had added way more detailed hand-to-hand combat animations, and damage varied depending on the hit location.

If it’s this well-made, maybe I could do well here too…

[“Now it’s my turn.”]

Uncle Inmin immediately threw a right hook.

WHACK!!

A direct hit to the jaw.

[“Ugh!”]

THUD.

The crowd of streamers, who had been cheering wildly, slowly fell silent.

Now, he had earned the right to join Chiljeomsa (7.3 Crew).

For a moment, the warehouse went completely quiet.
Expressions among the streamers shifted.

Joining Chiljeomsa.
That meant becoming part of the most powerful crew in Deokchun Island.

Uncle Inmin took a moment to catch his breath, then simply grinned and said:

[“I ain’t no ATM anymore, am I?”]

Uncle Inmin.
He looks thrilled.

Well, I guess he finally turned his life around…

“Shall we head out now?”

• Lol, that was fun.
• The commentary from Yuki made it even better.
• Hahaha, but the strongest one is still missing.

“Aaah, true… If I had participated—”

[“Things would have been different, Keanu Reeves.”]

“…Huh?”

I glanced to my side.

There stood a man wearing a reindeer mask.
Dressed in a bloodstained suit, holding a steel bat.
One of Chiljeomsa’s members—‘Cold Air Cooler.’

[“Join Chiljeomsa, Keanu Reeves. If you refuse, you die.”]

Hah… lol.

• That was a preemptive strike…
• Aha…
• “…So this is how Chiljeomsa does things?”

I don’t like this.