I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers

Chapter 190

After Sigma advanced through the group stage

No, maybe it had been a topic long before that.

There was one subject that had been the talk of every team participating in the Championship and every esports professional involved.

That subject was Ga-wol's swordsmanship.

The sword that even brought down Cerberus.

It was too powerful to be dismissed lightly.

But if anyone tried to analyze it, there was not enough data.

The only official footage available were two matches from the arena.

Ga-wol had never appeared in personal streams or IKL.

Some skilled teams tried to dig into Ga-wol's background.

The result was an astonishing waste of effort.

No one was able to provide more than a report stating, “No information found.”

The task, which had been brushed aside, reemerged once again today.

World Championship - Quarterfinals.

Ga-wol, participating as a swordsman, wasn’t satisfied with a single victory.

He picked up his sword again in the third set that followed.

“It’s unbelievable what’s happening right before our eyes!”

“Acid Gaming’s lines are falling apart like autumn leaves...”

“If you’ve ever seen the European league, you’d understand how shocking this is!”

“The paladin from the opposing team, Smite, is using the shield that was prepared for the likes of Cerberus and Hero!”

The sword was pulled out from the paladin’s neck.

It was clearly a fatal wound, but the paladin, with the priest’s support, wouldn’t die so easily.

So, it wasn’t over with just one strike.

A beautiful horizontal slash.

The paladin’s sword desperately tried to block Ga-wol’s blade.

Or, at least, that was the intention.

The blades met, but instead of meeting force with force, Ga-wol slid the sword along the paladin’s, using his strength against him.

The defensive movement lost its purpose and exposed a weakness.

Before the paladin could regain his senses, Ga-wol’s sword left a wound on his body and was already on its way out.

It was clear that neither defense nor evasion had worked properly.

From a distance, it looked like the silver-haired swordsman was toying with his opponent completely.

“Krrgh!”

It took only two moves.

In those two moves, the paladin’s throat was slashed, and now the sword nearly cleaved his heart.

Blood dripped from the wound as Ga-wol’s sword passed through his chest.

The fear of almost dying caused him to instinctively clutch the wounded area.

It was a fatal mistake. His body tilted forward, and the attack came from below.

With logic as simple as that, Ga-wol’s sword cut through his ankle and calf.

Ga-wol moved his sword nonchalantly.

The healing spell that was meant for the paladin was cut in half, losing its effectiveness.

An ice spear that flew from the blind spot was deflected with Ga-wol’s scabbard, barely grazing his clothing.

The only thing that worked was the area debuff that altered the build... but...

In the previous set, Ga-wol had never relied on speed or stats to overpower his enemies.

Suddenly, the paladin’s mind seemed to dull.

How could that sword be here?

With that thought, the ‘Cleave’ judgment was made on his neck.

[‘Sigma Ga-wol’ has defeated ‘Acid Gaming Smite’.]

“So this is what it means to be a swordmaster.”

└ “If Ga-wol’s the standard, no one in the world can be a swordmaster.”“I’m a swordmaster too, but do assassins always feel this wall?”“After watching this, I deleted all the funeral video edits I had made.”“This isn’t even normal human play...”“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”“Looking back, it’s really shocking.”“It wasn’t losing in the round of 16. It was losing to Ga-wol.”

(Attached Image: Luche)

(From Ga-wol’s IKL Debut Interview)

Q. Honestly, with Ga-wol’s skills, he could have joined any team. Why did you choose Sigma?

A. Well... it’s because of Luche. I’ve been a fan of hers for a long time and she’s helped me a lot.

Did you know?

Luce means “light” in Italian.

[Comments]

“I’ve definitely seen this template before.”“Praise.”“Praise.”

I felt nauseous.

It wasn’t that something was physically coming up, but I felt queasy.

“Ugh, ew. Ugh... haa, haa.”

Only sticky saliva came from my mouth.

After washing my face a few times, I felt a bit better.

When I wiped my face with a dry towel, my eyes were a bit bloodshot.

I didn’t look very healthy.

I know it’s not convincing to tell me not to worry, but I’ve definitely improved compared to before.

Still, I didn’t really throw up.

There’s nothing wrong with my body.

‘It’s probably just stress expressing itself in another way.’

If I think of it like that, it’s actually a good thing.

Until recently, I couldn’t forgive myself, and I even wanted to harm myself.

That’s why I kept scratching my neck or feeling the urge to self-harm.

But now it’s different.

I decided not to be bound by the past anymore.

I’ve convinced myself of that.

My parents wouldn’t blame me.

Whether that’s true or not doesn’t matter.

What matters is that they would be more upset seeing me suffer.

This alone proves it.

I didn’t come out of the game before because I feared I’d really harm myself.

If I’m just feeling nauseous, I can handle it.

And, honestly, after bearing this disgusting feeling for a bit,

I actually felt happy.

“Phew... my sword, it’s not dead yet.”

Of course, it wasn’t 100% satisfying.

After a long time holding it, the sword wasn’t as perfect as I hoped.

But for now, this was good enough.

Once the mental issues are solved, it’ll improve.

If not, I’ll just keep forcing myself to hold the sword...

“Ugh, ughh...”

Maybe not yet?

The stomach that had just calmed down was causing trouble again.

This time, it felt sour and painful in my throat.

But it’s fine.

I can handle it all by myself.