After a brief chat, it was time to tidy up their aim in the practice range before starting the game.
Dohee checked the Gal reactions and smiled.
[Is that... an employee?]
[Reporting to Momo on stream]
[Calm down, she's just a normie]
[●▅▇█▇▆▆▅▄▇]
[I cried every day without Employee-di's streams]
[Momo, just come out and say you're 2nd Gen already]
[●▅▇█▇▆▆▅▄▇]
[●▅▇█▇▆▆▅▄▇]
[The average office worker's aim is disgustingly high...]
[Whewahahahahahahahahahahaha]
It might be a bit early to bring it up, but with the mix of self-restraint, fired-up hype, and people playing dead, the broadcast's goal for today was basically achieved.
Biochemical terror warnings were popping up everywhere, but based on Dohee's long streaming experience, this was still on the tame side.
In other words, now was the time to hype up Magia's rarity and negotiate with the viewers.
Even if Jia suddenly changed her mind and debuted someday, until then, protecting her as an employee was the right call.
"Before we start the game, I have something to say. Our Employee-di has a ton of work at the company. So please don't keep demanding I bring her out, or make her talk, or collab on member streams—that'd be a problem. It'll stress her out, and make the kids uncomfortable too.
But if there's a chance like today, I'll bring her along, so cool your jets with that, okay? Deal?"
— Looks legit
— ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
— Heh heh, makes me want her even more
— Why wire, why on earth are you working some office job
[Office job? This is the best workplace for me.]
The funny part was that Magia was already adapting to streaming on her own, filling the air with her sounds.
In pro terms, her mouth was loosening up.
She had no intention of streaming, yet she nailed one of a streamer's key traits: jumping in when needed and dipping out when not—nail-ki-ppa-ppa.
Her spikes used to end the rally.
Now, she could toss it up again, delaying the spike timing.
"Really? Best workplace ever? Should I make you work 16 hours a day starting tomorrow?"
[I'll quit.]
— ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
— You've awakened, come to the dark side
— Start streaming right now?
— Knew you'd slip up
[I'm kidding. Not quitting. Nowhere else to go.]
— Why notㅓㅓㅓㅓㅓㅓㅓ
— We're here ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
— There's people outside the monitor!!
— Come to us
— Heh heh
— Take it easy
— We're not bad guys
Meanwhile, she sharply swatted away the candy from those creepy uncles.
That's what drove viewers insane.
She seemed like she'd stream if sweet-talked just a little.
But like a kid who only listens to mom, she'd yell "No way!" and kick the candy away, leaving them craving more.
Jia followed Dohee so perfectly, though, that viewers couldn't help but seethe with jealousy.
And where did that jealousy go?
Straight to inflating smears against Dohee.
:: Anonymous donor sent 1,000 Clouds! ::
:: Honestly, with Momo's temper, she'd have slapped her at first sight—such an obvious harassment signal, yet she let it slide lol ::
— Must've threatened her with a knife on the way home at night and locked her in the company...
— Shocking employment secrets revealed at last
— Calling it the best job? Total blackmail and brainwashing ㄷ
"Aigh, here we go again."
But Magia was Dohee's biggest fan, more than anyone.
Why, doesn't it piss you off when someone badmouths family, but it's fine if you do it, and hate it when others do?
[Honestly, boss, I was scared shitless when we first met, wondering if you were that kinda person. But you're so nice. So I'll work with you till the company goes bust.]
Even with prime Evil Magia's precious defense, Dohee just laughed hollowly.
This defense wasn't helping—it was just inflating the misunderstandings.
— She really got brainwashed
— Signal Flare Momo found tied to electric chair in home basement
— Even for Evil, brainwashing this deep ㄷㄷ
Whether she genuinely wanted to show loyalty or just screw Dohee over more—who knew what was in Magia's heart.
But the blaring double-barrel blasts around Dohee's character spoke volumes.
No matter how socialized, she was still 'Signal Flare.'
The ultimate Evil who loved trolling Momo most in the world.
"You using double-barrels again today?"
[Why ask the obvious.]
Dohee tossed the next question in a half-resigned tone.
"Aren't they heavy? Not switching weapons?"
[Why ask the obvious.]
"Won't you stop harassing me and live nicely from now on?"
A sharp question to bait a slip-up.
Her dodge was razor-sharp.
[No.]
— ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
— Pure evil lol
— What are these two up to ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
— Cute ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
* * *
I started Battle Coliseum because of Momo.
She was grinding away at something like her life depended on it.
What the hell was she yelling, crying, and laughing over like that?
Then I discovered an FPS talent I never knew I had, got serious, and hit Diamond tier before I knew it.
That was the turning point in my Momo-farming life.
Diamond tier.
Top of the normies, but also utter hell.
Fallen pros from heaven occasionally showed up all gentlemanly, but locals were mostly demons blackened by failing to climb higher despite desperate efforts.
Unable to break out despite trying everything, they embodied "If I can't climb, neither will you," trolling in endless patterns no one could imagine without experiencing.
Guys running around in underwear using only hero speed boosts, no gear.
Guys killing allies on purpose, stealing loot, then reviving them.
Mid-fight, when you're about to win, they shoot your head from behind and steal the kill.
I couldn't just take it, so I chose double-barrels.
To smash their pots the moment I spotted trolling signs.
Other guns gave them time to run or shoot back, but double-barrels dropped them instantly with two headshots.
Knocking one out often cleaned up the game, even pushing to Master sometimes.
They'd report me in revenge.
But was I some pushover?
With 20 accounts, no one could stop me. (Told the boss a trimmed number.)
One banned? Climb to Diamond on another, mass-report trolls, smash their heads.
So my iconic double-barrels started as a patriotic stand against trolls, and Human Signal Flare Kim Firecracker was the perfected Diamond after eight failures—
I'd peered too deep into the abyss and become part of it, but no regrets, since it led to meeting the boss and working together.
I still believe it.
If victory's desperate, in a 3-queue, ditching one—or even two—useless allies is no issue.
Incompetent allies are deadlier than skilled enemies.
But for popular VTubers like today's deadweights?
Especially if teamkills are off-limits due to Oshi?
Dump them without hesitation.
Strategically.
[Where should we drop?]
I picked a point for the boss's suggestion.
"Factory?"
[Factory? Not bad. Not many drop there lately.]
I faked dropping toward the spot first from the plane.
The two followed.
Pretending to dive straight in, I popped my chute first.
Boss and Rain followed, but I max-decelerated, floating higher than them.
Above their heads, I nudged my chute aside.
"20 minutes, Sabondi Islands."
I ignored their replies.
[...? What the hell. Employee-di? Where? Not there.]
[Employee-di? That's not Factory. Where you going?]
Landed in a small village a bit off from Factory, hearing their baffled voices like radio static as I looted.
[Why'd she go there?]
[Guess she doesn't wanna farm together. Leave her be.]
A bit later, the two DJs sensed something off on the radio, but I kept looting steadily.
[Hey boss. Parachute sounds.]
[...Yeah. Shit, we're screwed. Not just one or two.]
Double-barrels x2, lots of frags and smokes.
Stikky grenades over frags if possible.
Got one barrel.
Next, two shells of 20 shotgun rounds.
Enough for ten kills; corpse-farm if short.
Oh, another double-barrel.
Smokes are light, but corpse-farm it is.
...Time to get serious?
Right on cue, hearty screams blasted from the radio.
[Kyaaak, boss these psychos what the fuuuck!!]
[Rain!! Here! Up to the roof! Ack, they're dropping here too insane! What the fuuuck!]
[Kyaaak. Crazy bastards aren't they! Ah, ah! I'm hit! Boss. Punch! Ah!]
My outskirts village to Factory: 200-300 meters.
Gunfire still deafening.
Rat-tat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
Factory looked peaceful when our squad dropped, but their streamer fame turned it into this.
Rain sucked at games, so sparing her made her grovel like you'd saved her life.
Boss obsessed with wins, so shooting her got hilarious reactions.
Everyone sniped for the spectacle.
15k viewers today.
Double her usual 8k Battle Colosseum streams.
Factory was now an apocalypse swarming with room-filling snipers—zombie hordes.
No need for me to aggro with shotgun; enemies swarmed non-stop. Pure zombie flick scene.
[Employee-di!! Hurry!! Bring a car ffs!!]
I repeated myself.
Not ready to push those zombies yet.
Meaning wait waving that spear like always—I said firmly.
"15 minutes, Sabondi Islands."
[What the hell you on about?!]
If Rain the anime nerd was calm, I'd explain, but she looked panicked fleeing zombie horde(?).
No time to dawdle; kept looting.
Shield expansions—aka armor plates—only.
"Oh."
Ransacking houses, purple shield chip appears.
Level 3, just shy of max.
Usually Level 2 flies me high; 3 is god-tier luck.
Feels like the win's divinely ordained.
Tune out the noisy radio, time to hunt.
[Kyaaaak.]
[Rain you okay?]
[Boss! I'm dying! Dying!]
[Where are you.]
[Third floor my ass, cornered in 3rd floor!]
[Hang on! Coming!]
I sprinted toward the endless gunfire Factory.
Pro gamer run—sprinting and sliding combo—got me there quick, Factory outskirts crawling with clustered room-snipers.
Their bullets sprayed buildings like clockwork; tracers merged into fireworks illusion.
Bang!
Test-fired skyward out of curiosity, but all eyes on Factory.
No one noticed me.
...Even better.
Sliding down a hill, I aimed at an enemy head on a low cliff edge.
Boom!
{{Human Signal Flare Kim Firecracker >>(HEAD) iIIiiIIiIiIiIII}}
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