A Drunken Kiss and a Guild War Declaration

“What was that…?”

‘Seriously, what the hell…?’

I stood on the street for a long time, then sneezed from the bone-chilling cold and returned home.

Lying on my warm under-blanket, no, my electric blanket, and letting my body relax, only the events before we parted kept replaying in my mind. The shock wouldn’t easily fade, so I didn’t even log into the game.

Even though I’m like this, I’m a true gamer who hasn’t skipped a single day of gaming during vacation.

Even when I was dragged to some orientation or whatever and chugged a crate of alcohol, I never skipped gaming.

I stared blankly at the plain ceiling, my mind in a confused mess.

“I should never drink with him again.”

Ah, come to think of it, there was a classmate who, whenever he drank, would get touchy-feely with whoever was next to him.

Han Do-yoon must be the same.

I smiled faintly, dismissing the thought, telling myself I was overthinking it. ‘Sigh, my fate.’ I used my brain for nothing.

Well, honestly, it’s Han Do-yoon, not me, who’ll be kicking his blankets next day, embarrassed by his actions, right? Hehehe.

He wouldn’t have forgotten that we agreed to speak informally, would he? Should I just use polite speech next time I see him in-game? I rolled over on the electric blanket, then, doing a half-turn, decided to just speak politely for peace of mind.

“Ah, this won’t do. I need to run a few dungeons and then sleep.”

‘The game is calling me.’

I staggered over, turned on my computer, and immediately logged into Frisia to enter a dungeon.

To be precise, it was farming. I needed to earn gold.

I cleanly dealt damage, typing rapidly on the keyboard, when a whisper flew in. ‘Ah, isn’t it common courtesy not to send whispers when someone’s in a dungeon?!’

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: SoonToDie hi.]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: I have something to tell you… is it okay?]

I irritably glanced at the chat window, then, intending to finish the dungeon first and then reply, I furiously hammered the keyboard, instantly obliterating the boss.

I had concentrated so hard that my neck was stiff.

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Y.]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: You were offline during the day, so there was something I couldn’t tell you.]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: ?]

‘Something she couldn’t tell me?’
‘Wasn’t there anything particularly important?’
However, Beta noona’s next words made a sigh escape me out of habit.

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: Our guild war broke out, hehe…]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: Be careful when you’re in the field hehehehe.]

‘What?’

I slowly blinked, doubting if I had properly understood what I had just read.

‘No… no, wait a minute.’
‘How on earth does a guild war suddenly break out?’
‘We’ve been peaceful all this time, haven’t we?’

I racked my brain to figure out what was going on, but no answer came.
I stared blankly at the monitor, then frantically typed in chat.

First, the reason, let’s find the reason.

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Why did the guild war break out?]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Because of what? For what reason????]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: Well… I don’t know all the details, but there was some trouble.]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: What kind of trouble?]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: Something happened in a raid, apparently….]

I badgered Beta noona, extracting the answers I wanted.
After hearing everything that had happened while I was away, I took my hands off the keyboard and leaned back in my chair.

‘So, what was it…?’

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Our guild members went on a raid with members from another guild, and they fought because they couldn’t coordinate their opinions?]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Yup….]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: And the only raid members from our side were OneHitForTheLord-nim and Retirement-nim? Everyone else was absent?]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Who started the guild war first?]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: They did.]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Do you have the chat logs and stuff?]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: I’ll send them to you….]

I repeatedly pressed refresh, waiting for the new email to arrive as quickly as possible.

Eventually, I checked the arrived email, which contained chat logs and a video of the gameplay at the time.
After reviewing all the content, I clutched my head, letting out a pained groan.

‘They fought over this? Seriously, elementary school kids wouldn’t even fight for this reason these days!’

The members of the other guild consisted of a sub-tank, a main healer, and a sub-healer—three of them.

Our guild’s members included the main tank and the remaining DPS line.
Among them, OneHitForTheLord-nim filled the main tank position.

As anyone who’s played games for a bit would know… the professional pride of tanks and healers is no joke.
Well, DPS players also have their own pride in dealing damage, but it’s not as intense as tank pride or healer pride.

Especially when DPS, who are relatively unfamiliar with tanking and healing, offer even a single comment on their playstyle, a dogfight immediately breaks out.

The reason for this fight was precisely this.

You could say the chat logs clearly showed it.

[Healer-nim, the main tank seems to be struggling, could you provide a bit more cover?]

[I am providing enough cover.]

[Well… it seems too many buffs are going to the sub-tank, so it would be good if you paid a little more attention.]

[;;; Have you ever played a healer?]

After that, it was just them bickering and fighting amongst themselves.

At one point, they even dragged OneHitForTheLord-nim into it, saying something like, ‘The main tank is too soft, what do they expect me to do about it?’, which made me hit my forehead.

‘How sturdy is that person…?’

If the raid itself had gone smoothly and cleanly, things wouldn’t have escalated like this, but unfortunately, despite OneHitForTheLord-nim, a tier 1 tank, stubbornly holding on, they wiped several times.

At that moment, it was a natural progression for them to start tearing at each other, performing ‘This is your fault, that is your fault, I am completely blameless.’

“Still, OneHitForTheLord-nim was the only one who survived until the end.”

The scene of him enduring until the very end, even though the sub-tank wasn’t performing his role and he must have taken all the hits alone, looked so desperate that it brought tears to my eyes.

It didn’t end there.

The final reward was a DPS item, and even though there was someone on our side who could use that item, the other guild claimed they would take it, saying that their tanks and healers suffered because of the DPS.

The guild members, who had been trying to suppress their dissatisfaction for OneHitForTheLord-nim’s sake, finally exploded at that point.

“Why am I not happy…?”

I sighed deeply and checked the video again, noting down the problems one by one in a memo.

From the skill usage to the overall movement, it was clear that the tanks and healers, excluding OneHitForTheLord-nim, were newbies who had just reached max level.

‘Then why didn’t they just listen to people who had played a bit and move on gracefully, instead of having such high pride?’

Even the movements of our guild members, who were decent gamers, weren’t up to my standard, so it was impossible for the movements of the inferior tanks and healers to impress me.

Continuously watching such gameplay videos was giving me a headache.

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Can’t this be resolved peacefully?]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: I’m already talking to their guild master anyway, lol.]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Tell them that neither side wants trouble, so let’s just reconcile and end it amicably.]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: It’s also their fault for looking down on us just because a DPS spoke up.]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: And they even said they’d take the DPS’s gear for themselves.]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: For gear, it should have been coordinated before entering.]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: They say they hate it to death; they want to just go ahead with the guild war no matter what.]

My already crumpled face completely twisted in exasperation.

‘What do they want to do?’
‘They don’t want this, and they don’t want that.’
‘If we bent over backward and tried to end it amicably, shouldn’t they bend a little too?’
‘Should I just call PatchNote and show them what hellish media play is all about?’

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: They said they won’t end it until they get an apology.]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: Our kids are asking why they should apologize.]

[Whisper/Beta>DontOrderMe: It’s truly absurd LOL.LOL.LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.]

[Whisper/DontOrderMe>Beta: Wait a minute.]

“Whew…”

At this point, debating the rights and wrongs any further was a waste of energy.
If they insisted on going this far, then we had no choice either.

I opened my gear window and checked durability and various options.
Consumables, well, that should be more or less fine too.

[Guild/DontOrderMe: What was their guild name? Anyway, seeking party members to beat the crap out of the bastards who started the guild war (1/99999).]

[Guild/Beta: I….]

[Guild/OneHitForTheLord: Me.]

[Guild/DontOrderMe: LOL.]

[Guild/OneHitForTheLord: As someone who was there, I will speak.]

[Guild/OneHitForTheLord: My composure has gone to the Lord’s side.]

[Guild/OneHitForTheLord: In my life, I have never seen anyone call my specs ‘soft’ before.]

‘Ah, that scene was the most absurd to me too.’
I nodded, agreeing with OneHitForTheLord-nim’s words, when another person’s chat appeared.

[Guild/RetirementWish: I want to go too.]

[Guild/RetirementWish: As the second person involved, I will say: the sub-tank charged at the DPS with an area-of-effect skill. That bastard.]

[Guild/RetirementWish: In my life, I have never seen a sub-tank kill all the DPS with an area-of-effect skill.]

[Guild/YearRoundNoRest: What? What’s going on??]

[Guild/YearRoundNoRest: Why is the tank rushing to kill the DPS?]

[Guild/RetirementWish: Their heads must have gone mad.]

[Guild/Beta: Mad LOLOLOLOLOL.]

One by one, more people rose up, demanding to beat the opposing guild.

Those who knew the reason cheered, relieved that they could finally unleash their anger, and those who didn’t know, seeing that a big fight was happening after a long time, were delighted and began checking their equipment.