[Damn, this is hilarious! What a banger of a story!
Author: Pepe
Currently witnessing a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Friede, Forming, and the editor went shopping together holding hands, and they seem to have run into Lotus. The three women are glaring fiercely at each other over Friede, and the tension is palpable.]
[Nuna-Eater Midir: Hey, Pepe, stop writing novels and go fap.]
[Washbasin: Pepe, you’re gay…]
[SweetGuy: Checked. Lotus left her accommodation. Is this story legit?]
[Loo: Why so serious, dude? Chill, lolol.]
[Nuna-Eater Midir: Pepe and SweetGuy are the dream team of delusional gays.]
[Kim Kkaettullakku: We can’t even compete with them. @@.]
[yaSergei: These lunatics are turning their delusions into facts now.]
[Sunlight Sword: Friede hasn’t even shown her face. How do you know it’s really her?]
[Zeke’s Garterbelt: Even Forming, who showed her face, heavily edited it with virtual customization. Bet she looks totally different in reality.]
***
“Kekeke, these idiots don’t believe me.”
Pepe chuckled, watching the reactions while furiously typing on his smartphone from his bag.
He understood why people might doubt him.
Friede was a mystery streamer who maintained a secretive image.
Though there had been glimpses of the back of her head or profile, the revealed details weren’t enough to form a clear picture.
Even with all the information pieced together, the best they had was an image of a ghostly egg-shaped face.
Of course, her foundational beauty was so godlike that even the ghostly rendering had fans cheering “Woohoo!” and celebrating her existence.
“To waste such a golden opportunity… how tragic.”
Pepe considered this a rare chance to see Friede, who dazzled in games, reveal her true self in real life.
Yet, there was nothing he could do.
He couldn’t recklessly record a video or take a photo.
Even if he tried, those like Dayoung Gay or Bitch Sehee would never allow it.
***
“What’s this?”
As he refreshed the forum, a new post at the top caught Pepe’s attention.
[ If Friede Nuna and the Opening Ceremony Nuna are the same, upvote! Lololol.
Author: Kim Kkaettullakku
(Picture of Opening Ceremony Nuna gesturing at the camera to stop filming)
(Picture of Friede Nuna’s back against a sunset)
Isn’t it obvious they’re the same person? Upvoting myself, lol.]
“Kekeke, these ancient memes still hit.”
Pepe reminisced. That was when he first saw Bitch Sehee alongside Dayoung Gay.
‘Who would have guessed that the person glimpsed through the monitor would one day become so intertwined in his life?’
The fact that they were both heroes felt like destiny.
[Sunlight Sword: Hey, stop it. That’s not good, student.]
[Loo: Does the Opening Ceremony Nuna look like ‘J’ to you?]
[TikkleMoa Bankruptcy: And does Friede Nuna look like ‘J’ to you?]
[hope5555: Ahahaha, just say they’re the same person and move on.]
[Loo: Delusional Friede fans, if she reveals her face, she’s just a skinny, pimple-faced, rotting sack of garbage.]
[yaSergei: Just say they’re the same person already.]
[Zeke’s Garterbelt: Now that I think about it, wouldn’t it be epic if Friede Nuna and Opening Ceremony Nuna were the same?]
[Nuna-Eater Midir: Should I make a composite of the Opening Ceremony Nuna and Friede Nuna?]
[Loo: Hurry up and share it when you’re done.]
[Sunlight Sword: This dude trash-talked Friede Nuna but now he’s salivating. Lolol.]
The comments were all too familiar.
Pepe nodded to himself.
He understood. He really did.
“You all must be like me. You’re dying to witness Friede’s true face revealed to the world.”
He wanted to meet their expectations.
He wanted to shout to the world that the Opening Ceremony Nuna and Bitch Sehee were the same person.
But in the end, those were empty echoes in his heart.
Even though he was dying to take proof shots, neither Dayoung Gay nor Bitch Sehee would ever allow such recklessness.
Frustrated by his powerlessness, Pepe trembled.
“Ah, my fury shakes even my balls.”
Yet, he vowed never to give up.
“The day Bitch Sehee reveals her face will come.”
Consumed by fantasies of a sweet, brilliant future, the vast gap between reality and his desires weighed down on him.
Tears of his era welled up in Pepe’s eyes.
***
While Pepe schemed alone in his bag, the reality outside remained tense.
“…So that’s what happened.”
Sehee succinctly summarized the core points, silently commending herself for her concise explanation.
This was the moment they all understood how they came to know Friede, the streamer known as Ji Sehee.
Smack!
“Hmm.”
Smack!
“Ah, I see.”
Smack!
At this moment, Sehee couldn’t say a word.
Silently, she observed the confrontation unfolding between both sides.
Only a single thought lingered in her mind, unspoken, echoing over and over.
Meanwhile, the carefully packaged coffee she brought back from the café was being brutally unwrapped and consumed, rendering its packaging completely meaningless.
“I get the gist. Thanks for explaining, unnie. But there’s something that needs to be addressed here.”
The first to break the silence was Dayoung.
Her frustration was already bubbling after watching the final dance skit from that vlog video.
And this wasn’t just any ordinary setting.
This was supposed to be a “healing” date course, a time to be consoled away from someone like Lotus—or whoever they were.
But just as her mood was about to improve, the instigator appeared before her eyes.
Naturally, Dayoung’s teeth clenched in irritation.
“Aren’t you acting a little too clingy after competing in just one tournament? Pretending to be friendly when you don’t even know unnie properly—how pitiful.”
Dayoung’s harsh words made Ajin jump in shock.
Her wide eyes seemed to say, ‘What the…? Baka! Starting off so combatively—are you serious?’
Truthfully, Ajin’s stance wasn’t far off from Dayoung’s.
After all, she too had seen Lotus whispering into Friede’s ear earlier, acting as if they were close.
Witnessing that betrayal firsthand filled her with frustration.
But Dayoung’s approach was nothing but a full-frontal assault, leaving Ajin dumbfounded.
As Dayoung’s cutting words landed, a vein visibly twitched on Eunha’s temple.
Without hesitation, Eunha shot back.
“Do you really need multiple encounters to build a connection? That’s such a calculated way of thinking. Genuine relationships aren’t about quantity—they’re about quality.”
Placing her hand on her chest, Eunha blushed slightly as she closed her eyes and continued.
“It’s about heart, feeling, and instinct… Real bonds grow from emotions, not from statistical frequency.”
Crack!
Ah, Dayoung ground her teeth audibly.
Her eyes burned with icy fire, her intense glare resembling a literal manifestation of cold flames.
Watching this unfold, Ajin grew increasingly nervous.
Surely… they weren’t going to pull each other’s hair and start brawling, right?
Overwhelmed by the tension, Ajin silently gave Dayoung a pleading look: ‘Please, stop.’
And, as the saying goes, “sincerity moves heaven.”
Not long after, Dayoung took a deep breath, regaining her composure, and gulped down her coffee.
The cold brew’s refreshing aroma soothed her throat, clearing her mind as well as her mood.
‘Disgusting.’
She inwardly cursed, glaring at Eunha’s expression of triumph.
The meeting between Lotus—Cha Eunha—and Friede didn’t sit well with Dayoung at all.
No matter how lighthearted the event was supposed to be, a duel between pros carried weight.
Friede had wielded a broken greatsword during the match, and Eunha had suffered a crushing defeat.
Yet, to see Eunha now completely smitten with Friede—it was absurd to Dayoung.
To her, Eunha seemed no different from the shallow fans who fawned over Friede’s looks online.
“I never imagined Lotus—one of the top pro gamers—would fawn over a mere streamer. Being so careless, even during the off-season, could ruin your reputation and your team’s standing.”
Dayoung swirled her coffee cup, locking eyes with Eunha as she spoke icily.
“Besides, even if it’s the off-season, isn’t hanging around like this a bother to unnie and her team?”
Dayoung’s words, colder than the ice in her coffee, made Eunha chuckle softly.
“Oh my! A mere streamer, you say? Is that really what you think when looking at Sehee unnie? Or… are you just calling her a ‘nobody’?”
“Forming, the general gaming streamer. She was popular for a while before vanishing, then fell to obscurity after her return. From what I can see, your unnie owes her a lot. Maybe it’s your side that’s been leeching off her.”
“Say that again…”
“Alright, alright, let’s stop. Dayoung, Eunha, we didn’t gather here to fight, right?”
Not wanting to fuel any more drama around Friede’s broadcasts, Sehee quickly intervened to mediate.
If things escalated any further, they might end up flipping over the café tables.
[Kekeke, these lunatics are so entertaining. This is pure gold. Absolute chaos!]
Dayoung clenched her fists in silent rage at Eunha’s rebuttal and Pepe’s ridiculous commentary.
She couldn’t deal with Eunha right now, let alone punish Pepe for his antics, due to the situation’s public nature.
But still…
‘Since unnie told me to stop.’
Dayoung begrudgingly backed off.
“Ending it here would be a waste, and we’ve got time to kill. Since we’re all here, why don’t we…”
Sehee trailed off with a playful smile.
“Have a match?”
The other three tilted their heads in unison.
‘A match?’
‘What kind of match?’