Chapter 2: “Please Stop Sexually Harassing Me…”

Nickname: Berserker.

Stream nickname: Gwangjeoni.

Real name: Kim Sang-hyun.

Currently streaming his gameplay, he unknowingly let go of his mouse and grabbed the back of his head, overwhelmed by a splitting headache.

Why does his head hurt so damn much?

Is it because it’s one in the morning?

No, this is prime activity time for a night owl like him.

Is it because he’s played too much?

No, he’s only on his second match.

Even considering the average game length of around 30 minutes, plus queue times and matchmaking, it’s barely an hour per game, and he usually plays over ten matches a day without ever feeling a headache.

So, is it because he lost?

Or because a game he was about to win got turned around?

That’s just a daily occurrence.

Then, what is it?

Is it because he’s being mocked by two thousand viewers?

That’s a possibility.

More than that, it seems like a likely reason.

Maybe about 20% of the reason, anyway.

So, what’s the other 80%?

He soon realized.

And as soon as he understood the reason, Berserker shouted out.

Rainbow Tales is a game that supports in-game voice chat.

“Hey, Saint, you f*ing b**!!!!!”

• [Saint] has left the voice chatroom.

Sang-hyun immediately started typing furiously.

[Berserker: Hey, you f*ing b**, what’s your problem today?!]

Saint didn’t respond.

Sang-hyun looked at his character.

The Berserker, wielding a massive sword on his back—an undeniably manly weapon—had equipped the heavy armor set, thanks to the passive skill that reduced the penalty for wearing metal armor.

He was ready to show off the full might of a heavily armored greatsword warrior.

But that gallant figure…

Was sprawled lifelessly on the ground, surrounded by a grey screen.

With the back of his head bashed in.

By none other than the mace of his teammate, Saint!

In reality, Kim Sang-hyun was still clutching the back of his head, as if he’d been struck himself, muttering to himself.

“F***, what did I do wrong? Do you guys know?”

Seeing the streaming chatroom explode with messages, Sang-hyun pressed his fingers firmly against his eyes.

The game had started, but it was a siege map, so both teams needed time to prepare.

It was time to gather resources for the siege and defense, and to buy portal scrolls, emergency potions, or siege weapons from the shop.

So, there was no reason for a kill log like that to appear.

『Saint has killed Berserker.』

No, they were on the same team, so even outside of prep time, there was no reason for that kill log to show up.

But why?

Why did Saint bash the back of my head with a mace?

Is this cross-dressing troll finally trying to get banned?

“Alright. I’ll send you to join Sekaiichi.”

He moved his mouse toward Saint’s portrait on the team interface, intending to report her, but at that precise moment, a donation message popped up, stopping him just in time.

『HandcartAssemblerKimSang-hyun has donated 1,000 won!

It’s because you were being rude to a girl.』

“What did I do!”

『HandcartAssemblerKimSang-hyun has donated 1,000 won!

You started making inappropriate comments right from the matchmaking screen, and once in-game, you continued with your usual lewdness.

Still, her firm breasts are as nice as ever, huh?

You hit her with sexual harassment that even an old geezer wouldn’t say, and you ask what you did?』

“F***.

That was just small talk.”

He said it like an excuse, but it was true.

That cross-dressing troll using the nickname ‘Saint’ loved those lewd remarks about her character.

What a perverted freak.

Lewd banter had become almost routine between Berserker and Saint when they met.

Sang-hyun screamed into the mic.

“You guys know, right?”

[Please go die, bro.]

[It’s just in-game, but in reality?

Straight lawsuit.]

[Me.]

[Lock.]

[Me.]

[Lock.]

[Lock.]

[Me.]

[Gwangjeon doesn’t understand women’s hearts.]

Damn it.

Sang-hyun read that much and lost interest in the chatroom.

What are these guys even saying?

Anyone would think Saint was an actual woman.

In contrast, the in-game chat was heating up.

[Berserker: F***, answer me.

Why did you kill me, why did you kill me, why did you kill me, why did you kill me, why did you kill me?]

[Saint: .]

[Berserker: I’m going to troll.

I’m going to troll, I’m going to troll, I’m going to troll, I’m going to troll, I’m going to troll, I’m going to troll, I’m going to troll, I’m going to troll, I’m going to troll, I’m going to troll.]

Saint didn’t respond again, as if she had blocked Berserker.

Sang-hyun was serious.

Players who had been stuck in Yellow Rank 1 for a long time often, or rather, almost always, cared more about their pride than their score.

Winning or losing a game wasn’t as important as pride!

Berserker was a perfect example of that.

“Yeah.

F***, this b**** trampled on my pride.”

Sang-hyun muttered as Berserker, who had resurrected, channeled his will into the keyboard.

Berserker let out a mighty roar—though the battle hadn’t even started yet—ready to charge at the enemy at any moment.

And he actually did charge!

But Berserker couldn’t achieve his goal.

He was hit mid-run, falling flat on the ground.

Just like déjà vu, a mace struck the back of his head again.

The screen turned gray.

The words “YOU DIED” appeared on the bloodstained body of Berserker.

This time, the human Kim Sang-hyun howled in place of the mute Berserker.

“Why the f*** is this b****, who doesn’t even use a mace, freaking out today?!”

Sang-hyun suddenly found something strange in what he had just said.

Wait.

His confusion was soon cleared up by another donation that flew in.

『SelfTaughtWarriorPlayerJustLearning donated 10,000 won!

But doesn’t the Saint never use secondary weapons?

She’s always just reading the Bible, giving out tiny bits of healing, and when the enemy comes, she just cowers.

Since when does she swing a mace?

And on her own teammate at that?』

“Wow, thanks for the 10,000 won.

Yeah, exactly!

I also think it’s weird.”

Hmm.

Sang-hyun rested his chin on his hand and thought.

The Saint was definitely acting strange today.

He hadn’t noticed it right away, buried under the frustration of his unjust death, but the Saint had broken her concept play of ten years, where she wouldn’t let her character hold anything heavier than a Bible, because she didn’t think it was feminine.

“Did that b**** get hacked?”

Such words escaped his mouth naturally.

It wasn’t like this was an entirely unfamiliar situation.

In chaotic battlefields, the Saint would sometimes accidentally kill her teammates with a misfired Holy Spell, or, being the idiot that she was, with her “Aim Heal” trait, she’d end up healing the enemy.

When that happened, and she was cursed at by the team, the Saint would always respond with,

[Saint: Heuuu I didn’t know uuuh please punish me more, keep cursing at me, ooooh]

Yeah, that was the kind of filthy role she played, taking her team’s scolding as part of her twisted concept.

She wasn’t the type to just stay silent like she was now.

“F***.

Is this just a part-time job?

The important thing is that this gay f***er has killed my character twice.”

To Sang-hyun, it wasn’t as important that the Saint’s behavior had changed as much as the fact that his beloved Berserker—his prized character—had been killed twice already, earning him a penalty.

Sang-hyun moved closer to his monitor, his lips practically brushing against the camera.

The chatroom exploded with people disgusted, instantly throwing a fit.

But Sang-hyun had already turned off the chat.

“Berserker, just a bit more pain, okay?

Then you’ll be freed.

I’ll set you free from that crazy f***ing gay troll.

Yeah?

Just a few more deaths, maybe five?”

Sang-hyun gritted his teeth.

He didn’t know why the Saint was acting this way, but his pride had undeniably been trampled.

When he respawned, he planned to ditch all his heavy armor and start trolling.

『NextIsAdaThenBibiThenClear donated 1,000 won!

Saint was carrying you in that last promotion match to Orange Rank, but now her attitude’s completely different.』

“F***, you think you can justify what that b**** is doing right now?

Did she win that game on her own?

F***, you’re blocked.

You’re banned!”

『NextIsAdaThenBibiThenClear donated 10,000 won!

Weren’t you the one who said it was your dream to marry a girl like Saint in real life?』

“Ten thousand won…

Ahem, okay, I won’t ban you.

But are you new here?

Look at what that b**** is doing!

What’s the point of making her character so hot if everything she does just makes me want to deduct points?

And do you really think a girl like that exists in real life?

And even if she did, do you think she’d ever want to meet me?”

『Player “R*** Smashes” donated 1,000 won!』

『Player “Next is Ada, then Bibi, then Clear” donated 100,000 won!』

A man trying to resolve his low self-esteem by playing with a cute girl character, who’s actually a damn gay netkama (someone pretending to be a woman online)… this is pretty rare.

“You… f***, you’re really getting kicked out. Wait, no, it’s 100,000 won? I thought it was 10,000. Ah, I misspoke. Yes, that’s right. I’m poor, have low self-esteem, and suck at games, so even if the person inside is a gay dude, if their character looks cute, I’m the kind of pathetic dog that’ll be howling after them. Woof woof.”

『Mission registered.』

Mission: Without trolling in this round, bombard the Saint with sweet lines like a charming male lead from Rainbow Tales.

Time remaining: 59 minutes, 58 seconds.

Prize: 10,000 won.

“Do you really think I’d do this? You think I’d actually do this?”

『Mission updated.』

Mission: Without trolling in this round, bombard the Saint with sweet lines like a charming male lead from Rainbow Tales.

Time remaining: 59 minutes, 45 seconds.

Prize: 60,000 won.

Sang-hyun immediately pounded the keyboard.

[Berserker: Haha, Saint-nim, your character seems even more beautiful today.]

[Saint: .]

[Berserker: How about you and I head over to that quiet, secluded path behind the Pandarrel Mines for some sticky, juicy… um, how should I say this… a nice round of f***ing?]

Then, just as his Berserker respawned, a blood-soaked mace approached from behind.

『The Saint has killed the Berserker.』

“You f*ing b**! I’m going to kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!”

As he raged, a message popped up in the team chat—not his own.

[Saint: Please stop sexually harassing me…]

Sang-hyun completely lost it and slammed the keyboard.

[Berserker: Where does a fing w** like you get off acting so pure? You filthy s**, I’ll rip you apart until you’re nothing but a torn-up w****! I’ll ^&$^!#@%(OLTE†ØLEAF)()()$%##$^&^±÷≥)(&—≥^%$LO@#CHX$%^&*C]

At this point, he didn’t care about the mission anymore.

In that game, his Berserker was killed six more times by the Saint.