Chapter 31
Chapter 31: The Viewer Who Was So Excited
Where do these guys come from? Too clean-cut to be from the Beggars' Gang.
Yu-baek suppressed his presence even further and kept his eyes fixed.
As he continued observing through the telescope, a man appeared between the brightly lit windows.
Upon confirming the face directly, Yu-baek pursed his lips into a round shape.
"Same as in the photo. He looks barely of age, and yet that level of martial prowess…… hm?"
In that instant, Yu-baek doubted his own eyes.
Because for just the briefest of moments, it felt as though he had locked eyes with the man.
"Nah, it couldn't be. How could he see me at this distance? And at night, no less."
He shook his head side to side and shook off the feeling.
When he looked again just to be safe, the curtains were already drawn shut.
Yu-baek patted his chest in relief.
If he set his mind to it, he possessed a concealment technique that even Supreme Pinnacle masters could not detect.
But in the modern era where energy levels had diminished—how many people could possibly find him?
And at this distance of at least 300 meters, in darkness this deep.
Of course. It must have been a coincidence.
Yu-baek reached into his chest pocket, pulled out a chocolate bar, and bit into it.
As the sweetness spread through him fully, the tension melted away.
But his exceptional five senses were still sending out warnings.
The goosebumps are still standing on his arms.
"Well, nothing serious will come of it."
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One day after the tournament ended.
When Mu-yeong checked his account, 1,200,000 Won had been added.
Yu Ye-rin, who had promised to give him the Newtube earnings if he won the tournament, had kept her word.
But in the transaction memo, it read:
—Please take care of yourself.—
A remark that felt meaningful, yet somehow didn't.
Wouldn't one normally say 'stay healthy'?
Moreover, it was hard to let it slide given that so many strange things had happened yesterday.
Especially those guys.
Swoosh!
He drew open the curtains that had been covering the living room.
The last ones he had spotted numbered five in total.
Two of them had disappeared—likely gone to rotate out—while the remaining three were still holding their positions.
Mu-yeong stretched as if simply waking up and looked them over one by one.
"The others seem ordinary enough…… but the one up on that hilltop is different."
He knew how to conceal his energy well, and his ability to blend into his surroundings was anything but ordinary.
After staring in that direction for a moment, Mu-yeong drew the curtains shut again.
A single thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
"Could these people be from the Daehwasan Sect? Otherwise, there's no reason Yu Ye-rin would have said what she said."
They had more than enough reason to be surveilling him like this.
First, Mae Han-gyeom's towering pride and his immense love for No Song-baek.
Second, Mu-yeong, who had beaten that disciple to a pulp.
The pieces were slowly coming together, yet one thing still didn't add up.
How did Yu Ye-rin know about this?
No matter how capable she was, her standing within the Daehwasan Sect was that of a second-generation disciple.
Meaning she held neither the position nor the access to be involved in or privy to covert operations like tailing and surveillance.
"……"
After mulling it over, Mu-yeong dismissed the thought.
She could have picked it up somewhere by chance, or she might have happened to spot the men tailing him.
All of it was conjecture, but one thing was certain.
Yu Ye-rin had quietly tipped him off.
For now, let's wait until they make the first move.
Shortly after, Mu-yeong turned on his stream.
—Oh, he's on
—Mu-ha
—Hey hey
—The tournament winner is here
—The Terminator appears lol
—The Bomber Serial Killer's Serial Killer is here.
Viewers poured in and greeted him, each in their own way.
It was the fastest he had ever seen the chat move.
How many people were watching for it to be like this?
Mu-yeong checked the number and doubted his eyes for a moment.
……1,000 people?
It had only been a minute since he started the stream.
And already this many viewers.
Could the tournament's impact really be this powerful?
While he stood in surprise, the viewer count continued to rise, and donations kept going off without pause.
['Mu-yeong'sSasaengFan1' has donated 1,000 Won.]
—I pay my respects to the God of Martial Arts.(__) Please grace me with your teachings.
['TournamentWinCongrats' has donated 1,000 Won.]
—Yesterday was actually insane lol, he just straight-up beat No Song-baek to a pulp
['LegendAppears' has donated 1,000 Won.]
—Legend legend legend.
"Thanks to everyone for the congratulations. Hope the tournament wasn't too boring to watch?"
—?
—I lost track of time watching it?
—I was drooling lol
—I looked up and the match was already over
—Can't go back to other tournaments after this, the pace feels too slow lol
['ChocoBread' has donated 1,000 Won.]
—You swept half the lobby by yourself and you're asking if it was boring lol, first time I've ever been this invested.
—Fr, and like, history was literally made.
—Grenade kills a rooftop sniper from the first floor~
—That just made no sense lol
—Never seen anything like that in my life lol
A warm response that put him in a good mood.
He scratched the bridge of his nose and was about to say something when a great fanfare rang through the speakers.
['Yu Ye-rin' has donated 100,000 Won.]
—Mu-ha Mu-ha~ Congrats on the tournament win! Nothing happened yesterday, right?
Yu Ye-rin?
The appearance of an unexpected guest made Mu-yeong startle.
100,000 Won was 100,000 Won, but that remark—asking after him the moment the stream came on.
This was certain.
She clearly knew something.
For now, he answered as though nothing was wrong.
"Slept very comfortably. Even held a modest little celebration for myself."
['Yu Ye-rin' has donated 10,000 Won.]
—Glad to hear it. I, on the other hand, found the atmosphere a bit grim, so I lost a bit of sleep? lol
—Ah……
—No Song-baek just lost, it'd be stranger if Daehwasan was in a good mood.
—Caught a glimpse of the camera for a second yesterday and he had a face like he'd bitten into something rotten lol
—A complete one-man show from Mu-yeong, so that makes sense lol
Mu-yeong mostly agreed with the sentiment, but decided to toss out some lip service.
"No Song-baek was quite a formidable opponent. Even I struggled toward the end."
—Translation: he was strong, but he got wrecked by me in the end.
—(while hammering with a shotgun)
—Struggled lol, am I misunderstanding the meaning of the word?
—No one's gonna believe that
"Didn't you all see? I barely won by a single point. Had No Song-baek been just a bit more accurate, I'd have been the one dead."
—Barely won by a single point (without firing the gun)
—Didn't expect this from him, but he's lowkey funny lol
—In my opinion he held back because using the Peacemaker would've been too boring lol
—He's even looking out for No Song-baek now lol
—As expected, Mu-yeong wins on character too lol lol lol
The lively atmosphere continued, and they kept the conversation going for another ten minutes or so.
Once the chitchat began to wind down, he brought up the main point.
"The reason I turned on the stream today is none other than to make an announcement."
—Ooooh
—Announcement?
—Big stuff incoming?
—Heart's pounding.
"I've been thinking of running a Newtube channel starting soon. In addition to gaming videos, I'm also planning to upload some vlog…… things? That sort of content."
—Was about time ㅇㅇ
—Was getting tiring watching everything only through replays, this is great.
—Vlogs are a bit of a fresh take though
—Either way, I'm all for it
['Mu-yeong'sSasaengFan1' has donated 1,000 Won.]
—Please film lots of your handsome face. Up close would be ideal.
—Fr lol
—Absolutely
—If his face isn't on camera I will soil myself.
—But what's the Newtube name? Or at least the address
"I only just created it yesterday so there are no videos yet. Do wait for the upload, and here is the address."
Mu-yeong posted the link in the chat.
—Going now lol
—First sub is mine, everyone back off lol
—Subscribed
—I pressed it twice!
—That's unsubscribing lol lol
The Newtube subscription count began climbing rapidly.
Before long, it had crossed 500.
More subscriptions than I expected.
About half the current viewers had subscribed, which was a considerably high ratio.
Mu-yeong smiled with satisfaction and opened his mouth again.
"And there seems to be a community feature where people can post? If you leave suggestions—things you'd like to see, game recommendations, various opinions—I'd appreciate it."
—Oh, he's really getting serious about this?
—Nice nice.
—He's basically a pro broadcaster now lol
—He was so clumsy at the start, look how far he's come lol
['Jingle' has donated 1,000 Won.]
—So what are we doing today?
"Today is meant to feel like an after-party—I plan to take it easy for the day. I'll take any questions about the tournament, so fire away."
—Fire away lol lol lol
—Is this the confidence of a winner?
—Mu-yeong gets to say this
—He swept half the lobby, he's absolutely entitled lol
Ding!
['HowDidYouDoThis?' has donated a Video Donation.]
—Rewatched it so many times but I still can't wrap my head around it, please explain!
A short video of roughly 20 seconds had come in.
It showed him killing an enemy 300 meters away with the Peacemaker.
Mu-yeong spoke as though it were nothing.
"You aim for the opponent's head and pull the trigger."
—???
—??
—I mean, technically that's true……
—Hmm
—Hmm
—Is that right?
—That explains absolutely nothing, sir.
"So, you put tension in your wrist to control the recoil, then pull the trigger……"
—Please explain from the perspective of a normal person.
—Can we just talk about something else.
—How to win a tournament: kill everyone else.
—Beat the person who asked that with a stick lol
And so Mu-yeong carried out the rest of the stream on a stream of small talk.
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"Found him?"
"Yes. We have the area around his home under thorough surveillance. The moment you give the order, we will execute immediately."
A dark room with a concealment barrier in place.
Mae Han-gyeom sat with his legs crossed and gestured to the black-clad figure.
"……Tonight. We move tonight—make sure he gets a taste of what's coming."
"To what degree would you like us to handle him?"
"Breaking an arm or a leg or two—only then will he stop acting out, don't you think? Throw in a warning to watch himself going forward. Well, I trust you'll handle it well enough."
"As you command."
Shhh.
The black-clad figure vanished.
Left alone, Mae Han-gyeom curved his lips into a cold smile.
"You should have known your place and acted accordingly. Your problem is that you made yourself too conspicuous."