Chapter 8: The saint with the notepad does not get angry

Is this also the influence of menstruation?

Once the irritation rises, it doesn’t easily settle down.

Still, I have to stay calm to win the game.

I took a deep breath to steady my racing heart and focused on the screen.

Every time the ‘Saint’ tried to recite a Bible verse, the warrior kept slapping her face, constantly interrupting my concentration.

What an asshole.

It genuinely felt like I was being hit, and that made me even angrier.

It seemed unlikely that I could escape this situation by my own strength.

My teammates had completely stopped providing support to the Saint on purpose.

Only the moment when the grapple-optimized warrior continued to humiliate and crush the Saint remained.

I removed my hands from the keyboard.

Once the endless struggle stopped, the warrior also didn’t make any significant moves.

It wasn’t out of mercy or pity; it was probably because he was genuinely concerned about killing her.

In reality, the Saint’s health had fallen below 10% due to the continued beatings.

This was my chance.

I wiped the sweat that had formed on my palms and got ready to input commands again.

I quietly timed my movements, then input a few keys at once.

As the Saint forcefully pulled her heels back, her left knee shot up like a spear.

She quickly straightened her raised knee, using the recoil to kick the warrior’s body with her toes.

Thud!

The sound of flesh being crushed echoed.

This warrior had a body built like iron due to his traits.

His entire physique was classified as ‘shock-absorbing,’ so he wouldn’t take significant damage from such blunt attacks.

Moreover, the Saint’s body was incredibly fragile.

From customization, she had thin limbs and muscle settings that penalized her overall strength.

Additionally, the basic preset for a priest didn’t include any hand-to-hand combat traits.

Also, being pinned down made her posture severely unstable.

A single kick wouldn’t be enough to inflict damage.

Even so, the sound that resonated around me,

the ‘clean hit’ message that appeared on the interface,

and the warrior’s agonized moans, as if to tear apart the Saint’s eardrums,

all confirmed that this attack had landed effectively.

Urrgh!

The previously clumsy words and drawn-out shouts from the large warrior were replaced by a fierce sound as he barely suppressed his agony with a grunt.

His muscles contracted, his body trembled, and his pupils dilated.

This was a phenomenon that occurred when the ‘pain’ meter peaked.

After all, no matter how tough, solid, and massive the body is—

when the balls get crushed, that’s bound to happen.

In an instant, the grapple status was released.

The ‘Saint’ squeezed out her remaining stamina, as scarce as her health, to finally free herself from being pinned down.

What was happening on the battlefield?

No, that wasn’t what mattered right now.

First, I need to finish off that warrior…

“What?”

The reason for my puzzled words was that the warrior, who should have been suffering from the pain, was now standing tall, his legs firmly planted.

As soon as our eyes met, he glared at the Saint with his bloodshot eyes and charged at her again, making me feel like I was watching a scene from a horror movie.

I was scared to death.

I felt like I might wet myself.

Right, that bastard had the trait of ‘pain resistance.’

AAAAAH!

With a shrill scream, the screen turned red.

The warrior quickly closed the distance to the Saint, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her head into the ground.

Even the Saint, who hadn’t lost her beauty when her cheeks were slapped around, could not retain her charm when her head was repeatedly smashed into the ground.

If her facial bones were being crushed, her teeth knocked out, and her eyes popped out, wouldn’t it be stranger if she looked pretty?

Before long,

YOU DIED.

As those seven letters appeared in a bright red,

the message came up:

“The Red Team Core has been destroyed. The match is over. The desert nation ‘Nil’ has lost. The horde of dwarves that has won will hold a festival tonight.”

We lost the game.

Damn it.

The MVP was the ‘Grapple-Optimized Warrior in his 4th Year’ with a whopping 9 votes.

It seemed everyone loved the moment when he knocked down the Saint at the last minute.

So annoying.

Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed.

So annoyingly, annoyingly, annoyingly.

“AAAAAAAH!!!!”

My scream didn’t relieve any of the rising irritation.

It only reminded me of the absurd fact that even dolphins would call me “bro” or “sis” with this level of irritation.

Why was losing a single game so frustrating?

“You have been demoted to Yellow Level 2 in the personal/2-person ranked match.”

I told you.

Our team had one Yellow 10 point player, and the rest were all Yellow 2s.

So, I was the Yellow 10 player.

Now, I was just like those bastards.

In my opinion, the developers of Rainbow Tales, especially the one who wrote that message, should be hailed as a great literary master of the century.

Otherwise, there’s no way someone could infuriate people like that with just one sentence.

Hemingway, who sells baby shoes, might know how to make people cry in six words, but he wouldn’t be able to piss anyone off like this.

And it wasn’t just that demotion message that aggravated me.

I glanced at the corner of the monitor where another window was open.

It was the chat window.

Not the Rainbow Tales chat window.

The broadcast chat window.

[kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk]

[This guy is using hacks. He sucks at hacking.]

[What the hell is he doing?]

[As always, that healing bastard isn’t doing anything.]

[Is this… the skill of Yellow 1? Is this… the skill of Yellow 1? Is this… the skill of Yellow 1? Is this… the skill of Yellow 1? Is this… the skill of Yellow 1? Is this… the skill of Yellow 1? Is this… the skill of Yellow 1? Is this… the skill of Yellow 1? Is this… the skill of Yellow 1?]

[Now it’s Yellow 2. kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk]

[The team is a joke, but since he thinks he’ll lose, he’s just trying to save his KDA by backing off, right? Isn’t it satisfying to see him trying to escape only to get caught by the warrior?]

[Ah, I feel so refreshed. I’m going to watch the Grapple Warrior’s stream.]

[So that’s why this bastard looks like he has a high KDA.]

[If I just stick to healing from the back, I could also be a Yellow 1.]

[LOL]

You bastards.

What do you know?

I immediately opened a notepad.

“I’ll block any chat that criticizes me without reason.”

[But this has a reason, doesn’t it, Sensei???]

[We lost because of you, so what should I say?]

[The team members are so pitiful. kkk The other side is taking out the orange, while we have this useless high MMR healer. kkk How are we supposed to win? kkk The game company is to blame. kkk]

[It’s the fault of the idiots who didn’t dodge in a match with the highest rating. Who are we supposed to blame?]

[Why isn’t he reviving? Wasn’t resurrection his main ability?]

[I just came from watching a five-man resurrection video, and wow, you really suck.]

[If you’re just going to swing a mace, why not go with the Paladin build? Why stick to the basic preset and cause trouble for your teammates?]

[It was a magnificent game, even if I got reported for trolling. Haha]

There were gamers who didn’t know anything.

Idiots who didn’t even know how to play the game were cursing at me.

I was so angry that tears were welling up in my eyes.

However, the words I typed in the notepad were the exact opposite of the raging emotions swirling inside me; they were eerily calm.

• I didn’t do anything wrong.

I’ve been maintaining the ‘Saint’ concept for ten years now.

A Saint never gets angry.

Except when they’re feeling frisky and doing perverted things, the Saint is always portrayed as calm and composed.

Moreover, receiving unfair treatment or malicious words was something I had become so accustomed to in my life that it felt like daily routine.

Such childish words couldn’t draw anything out from within me.

I realized immediately afterward that the sentences I wrote were inappropriate.

[That’s what people who ruin the game say.]

[Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring.]

[If you had played well, wouldn’t you have won??]

[I’m not trying to insult you, but the difference in healers in this game was pretty clear.]

[Excuses, huh? That’s your skill level.]

[b b]

[If you didn’t do anything wrong, why did we lose the game?]

Because it’s a team game, you idiots!

[But really, even Gaia’s god seems pathetic. In this situation, he can’t possibly use his ultimate skill.]

[There’s a reason for the low win rate.]

[The MVP 11-point video is the reason Gaia’s god’s pick rate has increased almost threefold. kkk This guy is the root of all evil.]

[If you’ve played for 10 years, who can’t do a five-man resurrection? kkk]

[I can hear the sounds of newbies who’ve never used aim heal being shocked all the way here.]

[I think the win rate is going to drop to the 30% range soon. kkk]

[But before that, they’ll all quit, right?]

[It’s so annoying that the basic traits can’t be banned.]

[Ugh, every time those bug priests hit Gaia’s god, I just want to kill the host.]

The viewer count that had slightly increased due to the ‘Proclamation of Gaia’s Domain’ video.

Still, it quickly began to dwindle from the mere 100 viewers.

The game was over, I was demoted, and I thought there wouldn’t be any fun in watching anymore.

90, 80, 70, 60…

All that remained were the remaining malicious users who attacked my mental state.

[This guy is impressive for not surrendering until the end.]

[You idiot, if you think you’re going to lose, just surrender. Because of idiots like you, more people don’t surrender even when they should.]

[Just leave him be; I guess he doesn’t care about his time.]

[If he’s a streamer, shouldn’t he know that our time is precious too?]

[There’s no sense of professionalism.]

[What kind of pro is this guy?]

[That’s a ugh.]

Is there anything wrong with trying to win?

[Ah, kkk so did you win?]

[You got wrecked, didn’t you? You positioned yourself poorly and kept getting bitten by the warrior, right? We lost because of you.]

[Such excuses.]

[So you tried to win and ended up on a five-game losing streak? And every time you lost, you opened a notepad to complain about the team’s bad luck and that you did nothing wrong?]

[Is the host typing like an eagle? My mom would type faster than the host.]

[LOL, so frustrating. kkk]

[Is there anything wrong with trying to win? (Actual words after five-game losing streak and demotion)]

[Your stubbornness is strong.]

[You’re slow at typing and don’t communicate, which is why no one wants to duo with you.]

Please understand that I’m slow at typing.

So what I want to say is, um…

I downloaded the replay of this game, so I’ll let you know what went wrong.

[This guy really seems to have a talent for frustrating people.]

[Was the rumor about the Saint being an old-timer true??? Can you even type 100 words per minute on Hancom Typing Practice?]

[Even my nephew, who just graduated from kindergarten, can type 100 words per minute.]

[What’s the point of watching the replay of a lost game?]

[Is there anything to feedback about this match? The positioning was so terrible that the priest got caught, dragging the whole team down.]

[Teachers, I think I’m done here. I can’t watch this anymore. ㅠ2]

[In the end, you think you did nothing wrong?]

[If you want your stream to grow, you need to do what the viewers want. Don’t you get that?]

[Ah~ Stop making excuses!]

Despite the viewers’ reactions, which I absolutely hated, I bravely opened the replay and highlighted some timelines.

Here’s where things went wrong,

The strategy I proposed was a mistake, but instead of correcting it, I just charged ahead, which led to several people getting swarmed by rogues.

The mage’s meteor shower was absolutely the worst thing to do in this situation.

We could have won easily,

But the priest had no choice but to position himself this way.

I gave a sort of commentary like that.

Of course, it was in my notepad,

I expected it, but the reactions weren’t very good.

[Zzz]

[ (roughly a sleeping emoticon)]

[What the hell, are you telling me to watch this or not?]

[So frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating]

[How the hell is this guy in Yellow 1 with such slow typing?]

[Now he’s Yellow 2. zzzz]

[Isn’t he using a booster? His skill has now been exposed.]

[LOL, it’s possible.]

[Aren’t you going to play the next game?]

[Make a clarification.]

[Is this what you call a commentary? It just seems forced, and in the end, no one can say anything.]

[Saying that your team’s warrior lost because he couldn’t parry is a bit much, don’t you think?]

[Wasn’t the meteor shower a bad move? If the priest had just put up a shield, we wouldn’t have died from the arrows and could have turned it around.]

So why was this a bad judgment call?

Whenever I tried to respond, the chat quickly scrolled up, bombarding me with more questions.

I was more frustrated than the viewers who were impatient.

Moreover, some viewers started fabricating words just to criticize me.

Should I explain each scene or tell them that such a situation never existed? My fingers were about to catch fire from typing.

Ah.

So frustrating!

My insides were boiling, and I was about to scream again, but just when I was about to explode, an effect sound came out that stopped me.

『Sekaiichi-bang donated 100,000 won! I can’t watch this because I’m so frustrated. I’ll give you money, so buy a microphone.』

…Was this person watching the stream?