My Lord, Don’t Break That Wall (2)

[Galaxy War Gallery]

[Title: The real losers at this moment.txt]

(Crying Pepe with spear image)

SUC shareholders…

Kang Yohan will live well even if he’s eliminated right away, since he’s already earned tens of billions.

Jung Suhyuk and Han Yujin will live well too.

But the SUC shareholders (including me) who are guaranteed to hit the lower limit as soon the market opens on Monday are the real losers..

There’s no way out now

The only option is to sincerely cheer for Jung Suhyuk…

If Jung Suhyuk backs down here after losing the psychological battle to Han Yujin

It’ll be the lower limit for 2 trading days, I’m telling you

Sigh… I want some soju.

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Countless gazes from the scene were fixed on me and Jung Suhyuk.

It wasn’t uncomfortable. Rather, an inexplicable thrill rippled across my face.

I swallowed the gum I was chewing down my shallow throat.

“Otherwise, what will you do?”

Jung Suhyuk, raising his thick eyebrows slightly, asked immediately.

I shot back a response.

“Otherwise, I’ll make sure you can’t win.”

At that, surprised exclamations poured from the audience.

Strength gathered in my clenched fist.

“Just try picking Kang Yohan. Then from now on, you will never, ever win. Because I’ll make it so.”

Jung Suhyuk’s eyes, slightly bloodshot, visibly distorted. He glared at me, grinding his teeth and rolling his eyes.

Then he smirked.

“You’ll make me that way? You?”

“Yes. Me.”

“How?”

“Want me to tell you? It’ll hurt more if you know it’s coming.”

I frowned slightly and smiled impudently.

Jeon Sangjun, who was watching, hurriedly intervened while pushing up his glasses. He seemed conscious of a potential broadcast accident.

“Wait, wait a moment! Both of you, please calm down and stay still!”

The two commentators next to him commented with puzzled expressions.

“Player Jung Suhyuk… might need to be careful. There’s even a joke that when Han Yujin holds a grudge, frost falls even in May and June.”

“Yes. Han Yujin poured out words close to a curse, saying she’d make sure he couldn’t win. In baseball, there are cases where people who ignored such curses paid dearly. The Curse of the Bambino and the Billy Goat Curse are prime examples.”

However.

Jung Suhyuk’s gaze remained fixed like a statue. On me. Only on me.

In his eyes, his ears, his world right now.

It seemed like only I existed.

Jung Suhyuk adjusted his grip on the microphone and said:

“…They say one mudfish muddies the whole water, and it’s really true.”

“But that mudfish is good at catching one little mosquito.”

“People praise you, so you think you’re something?”

“Yes. I think I’ve become a mudfish. I’m coming up to catch the mosquito now.”

I went up on stage with sarcastic strides.

Jung Suhyuk, who had narrowed the distance, looked down at me with a measuring gaze.

“Interesting. But you’re still just a rookie who hasn’t even debuted.”

“Oh, is that so?”

I sneered hearing those words.

I said:

“Then why couldn’t the great Jung Suhyuk beat me?”

“…What?”

Jung Suhyuk tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

I turned my gaze sharply to the audience. My finger pointed at Jung Suhyuk.

“Everyone, did you know? This guy tied with me in a guild battle a month ago.”

Hearing my words, the audience murmured, covering their mouths.

“…That Alien was you?”

Jung Suhyuk licked his lips as if finally remembering.

“Looks like you just remembered. The so-called GOAT of the Galaxy War scene couldn’t subdue one amateur. Even though I was using a sub-race.”

“Han Yujin.”

Jung Suhyuk’s voice trembled slightly.

I pointed my finger accusingly at the camera.

“Ingame.net, please wake up too. This scene isn’t developing because you keep pushing people like him, even booking them.”

Then, the venue turned cold as if frost had fallen.

Booking. The act of a broadcast station intentionally promoting a player.

I had just mentioned this taboo word,

On a live broadcast.

Jung Suhyuk, taking the microphone from his mouth, whispered so the camera couldn’t hear:

“…What are you trying to do?”

What am I trying to do?

I’m saying let’s go all the way.

I swallowed the saliva pooled on my tongue and said:

“Since we’re on the topic, shall we expose some dirty secrets of this industry? Do you know why Jung Suhyuk always has good luck with matchups and maps? Do you know who Jung Suhyuk meets privately every quarter? He has meals with the Ingame.net director and the head of the e-sports association…”

Just then,

The microphone I was holding turned off.

The reporters’ hands became busy and the audience’s noise grew louder.

I stared at Jung Suhyuk and said with a mischievous smile:

“See? Ingame.net is protecting you?”

I poked Jung Suhyuk’s chest with my finger.

“What a shame. I had about a hundred reasons why you’re a bubble. Anyway, just try picking Kang Yohan. The Curse of Han Yujin will begin, like the Curse of the Bambino.”

“…You say I’m a bubble?”

Jung Suhyuk reacted to the word ‘bubble’. His usually impassive eyes trembled finely.

I too felt heated up, my heart hardly calming down as if on fire.

Just as I was about to leave the stage.

Jung Suhyuk grabbed my wrist.

His sealed lips opened.

“Huff, huff- My microphone is working fine. Keep blabbering with this. Spit out whatever you want about that great pipe bomb or whatever.”

He handed me the microphone, wheezing.

Taking the microphone, I,

Said again:

“Alright. The reason you were able to win six times is…”

The microphone went mute again.

I threw the microphone to the floor in frustration.

I glared at Jung Suhyuk, who looked dismayed, and said:

“A flower in a greenhouse. A lamb well-fed and raised within Ingame.net’s fence. That’s what you are.”

Then Jung Suhyuk took a long breath and asked:

“…Then what are you? What on earth are you to be so,”

I shrugged my shoulders and cut him off:

“I guess I’m the wolf from outside the fence, come to eat you. Grr, are you scared now?”

“…”

Having said all I wanted to say, I tried to return to my seat.

But-

Jung Suhyuk grabbed my wrist again.

The strength in his fingertips was even heavier than before. It hurt.

“Tell me before you go.”

“What?”

“The reason.”

“Let go first.”

“Tell me first.”

“It hurts.”

I struggled to break free from his grip. It was no use.

Jung Suhyuk seemed to no longer care about the cameras and showed no signs of letting go.

As we were struggling on stage for a while,

An arm suddenly came in and strongly grabbed Jung Suhyuk’s hand.

“She said it hurts. Let go.”

It was Hyun Junho.

Jung Suhyuk, tilting his chin sideways, asked harshly:

“…And who are you?”

“This woman’s black knight, you bastard.”

“So you’re saying you’re crazy.”

Jung Suhyuk loosened his grip.

He had squeezed so hard that my wrist was red and throbbing.

Jung Suhyuk’s gaze, which had been fixed on me, fell away and moved to Hyun Junho.

They glared at each other, growling with me in the middle.

Hyun Junho smiled softly and said:

“Pick me instead of Kang sunbae. I’m not a top seed.”

“Get lost if you’re going to talk nonsense.”

“How can I turn a blind eye when you’re doing this to Yujin-ssi?”

“I guess being a troublemaker is ELF’s team color.”

The stage had turned into chaos with me in the middle.

Even the commentators were flustered, swept up in the atmosphere of the scene.

“Hey.”

An exceptionally cold voice cut through the microphone.

This time it was Kang Yohan.

It was completely different from his usual playful atmosphere. His eyes glaring at Jung Suhyuk were as sharp as a honed blade.

“If you’re going to pick me, hurry up and do it. How dare you act so rudely in front of the fans? Yujin-nim, that’s enough now, and Junho, you come back too.”

Kang Yohan exuded the aura of a senior and quickly settled the chaotic situation.

Jeon Sangjun checked the digital clock and said in an urgent voice:

“We’ve delayed a bit. Player Jung Suhyuk. Please select a player from the selection board now.”

Jung Suhyuk looked at me once in front of the selection board. His pointed ears turned red hot like flames.

The camera clearly captured him letting out a frustrated sigh while suppressing his anger inside.

And,

He pulled out one nameplate attached to the selection board.

“Yes, who is it?!”

It wasn’t Kang Yohan.

It was Hyun Junho.

“Ah, in the end, Jung Suhyuk’s final choice was not Kang Yohan but Hyun Junho!”

Jung Suhyuk’s expression…

Distorted with a sense of humiliation he had never felt before in his life.

The corners of my mouth curved up refreshingly.

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The GSL PD bit his hangnail.

And anxiously asked the writer:

“I didn’t make a mistake, right?”

“You did make a mistake.”

“Am I going to lose my head now?”

“You are.”

“Then you too?”

“…Ugh, shit.”

The writer took off his cap and ruffled his hair.

It’s all over. We’ve burned it all down. Back to job hunting again.

That’s the expression he had.

Just then, a phone call came in.

“Yes, yes, I’ve answered the phone!”

The writer, standing stiffly and holding the phone with both hands, made a miserable face.

After finishing the call, the writer collapsed into the chair like a corpse and said:

“The director is coming.”

“What? Oh shit, we’re screwed.”

“Think about how to get hit so it hurts less.”

“That guy, I heard he kicks your shins first when he gets angry.”

The PD unrolled some toilet paper from the desk and wrapped it around his shins like leg guards. It was a minimal defense measure.

And then,

“Hey, PD Kim!”

“D-Director!”

Graying hair. A sturdy physique that didn’t match his age.

The Ingame.net director flung open the control room door and entered.

“PD Kim, you bastard!”

“Uh…”

The PD instinctively shut his eyes tight. He clenched his jaw in case his teeth might break.

However.

What came back wasn’t searing pain. It was a warm embrace.

The director patted the PD’s back vigorously and laughed like air escaping:

“You did it! The group selection ceremony is breaking viewing records! You did very well!”

“Y-Yes? Th-Thank you!”

The PD had a dumbfounded expression.

The director looked at him with warm eyes, like looking at an only son.

“You bastard! I knew you could do it. I’ll remember this exactly, so don’t worry about performance bonuses, both of you.”

“Thank you! We’ll do our very best!”

“Good. Just keep doing that. Giving freedom to the players and cutting the mics appropriately was very good. I’m going to the scene now, so keep up the good work.”

“Yes, yes! Good work, Director! We love you!”

After the director left the control room, the PD clutched his swollen chest.

“What was that? I thought I was going to get kicked.”

“The director has a young mindset too. To begin with, someone who would start a game broadcast station at that age can’t be an old fogey, right?”

“Hehehe! Anyway, we’ve crossed the 90% mark!”

Ignoring the PD doing a shoulder dance, the writer asked with a puzzled expression:

“But you know what Han Yujin said? About Jung Suhyuk having our broadcast station as his backing. Is that true?”

“It is true. But not quite backing. We do clearly push Jung Suhyuk.”

A thought suddenly occurring to him, the writer spoke again:

“Two seasons ago, Jung Suhyuk was knocked out once, right? But then you suddenly changed from Top 24 to Top 32 for the tournament, was that also,”

“Yeah. To give him another chance.”

Hearing the answer, the writer’s jaw dropped.

“Damn. Han Yujin is amazing.”

“More than that, I’m curious how she knew Jung Suhyuk has meals with the director and association president. Even I didn’t know that detail. Is she really from the future?”

The PD let out a refreshing breath and continued:

“Anyway, my hazy thoughts have become clearly organized.”

“What thoughts?”

To the writer’s question, the PD answered firmly:

“From now on, we’re going to thoroughly push Han Yujin. It’s the first time we’ve had someone with the perfect trifecta of skill, looks, and star quality.”

“I agree. It’s been a while since we’ve had the same thought.”

And then.

The writer, habitually checking his phone, opened his eyes wide.

“But PD-nim.”

“What?”

“The community is in an uproar again.”

The PD asked, putting his arm on his side:

“Good news or bad news?”

“Well…”

The writer said:

“It’s good news for Han Yujin and bad news for Jung Suhyuk.”