“Guys, what are you doing?”
Jeong Byeongjin headed out of the supervisory room and headed downstairs to where the players of JT Tele lived.
“Coach, you’ve come.”
“Hyung, you’re here? I’m watching a video now.” Kim Jinyong, the eldest brother of the JT Telecom Arena team and a player with the priest class, welcomed Jeong Byeongjin. The age difference between them was two years. Their relationship went beyond that of coach and player, and they were like brothers.
“What’s going on? Are you watching Arena videos? Why do you care about this? Isn’t the level low?” Jeong Byeongjin looked at it doubtfully. It was strange to see guys who usually didn’t like to learn from Arena videos watching a video spontaneously.
“Hyung, isn’t this a different standard? It’s the class. The class is different.”
Jeong Byeongjin sat down next to Kim Jinyong. They showed him the footage that they were watching, restarting from the beginning.
“Hyung, do you know Alley Leader? It is amazing that he can do a raid solo. Don’t you think he is better than the German swordsman or the American madman?”
The fuss that Kim Jinyong was making caused Jeong Byeongjin to crumple quietly. He remembered the disastrous past with Hyeonu.
“Yes, he’s good, but these words...”
“Hyung, do you see this? This standard is enough to be one of the top [1] in raids. The other kids can’t compare.”
Kim Jinyong kept interrupting Jeong Byeongjin and uttering words without a break. The more he spoke, the more miserable Jeong Byeongjin’s expression became.
“Hyung, stop. I think the coach has something to say...” JT Telecom’s youngest and best-natured member, Yoo Bin, blocked Kim Jinyong’s mouth.
“Yes, I only have you, Yoo Bin,” Jeong Byeongjin sent his full trust to Yoo Bin before continuing. “It isn’t anything. It’s just that Alley Leader is preparing content.”
“Content? What does that have to do with us, Coach?” Yoo Bin asked Jeong Byeongjin. The rest of the players didn't speak, but they expressed their thoughts with their expressions. What did this have to do with them?
“The content is PvP. Players will hide their identity, wear masks like Alley Leader, and face off against other players. The other players are likely to be big guilds, unless they are pro-gamers like us. Of course, there may also be famous streamers.”
“!!!”
There was a moment of silence in the area. Everyone was speechless with shock. Kim Jinyong, who had nothing to do with PvP, was the first to come to his senses and open his mouth. “So are we going to go?”
“It has yet to be determined. The front desk has to give permission.”
Jeong Byeongjin shook his head. It was useless for them to agonize among themselves when they had yet to be given permission. It was just a waste of time.
“I would like to go,” someone interjected at this moment. It was Jung Hanbaek, who was sitting in a corner of the sofa. His eyes were full of enthusiasm.
“Hanbaek? I know you want to go but...” Jeong Byeongjin swallowed his words, not wanting to disappoint his players with an unconfirmed story.
Jung Hanbaek muttered, “If I can appear, please help me do so. It doesn’t matter...”
Jeong Byeongjin saw that Jung Hanbaek’s eyes were filled with strange emotions. There was a desire and craving for one thing—the one thing Jung Hanbaek wanted. When he first saw Jung Hanbaek, Jeong Byeongjin thought it was just a desire to win.
Now he knew exactly what it was—honor. It was an extreme obsession with honor.
‘He has too much of an obsession with honor. He has no desire for money because he is a rich kid. It will be hard to stop him.’
“I will go now. Rest a bit, then play the game.”
Jeong Byeongjin left the lodging area with a feeling of uneasiness.
***
As usual, Hyeonu was collecting information around the Arena community. He didn’t need to do it himself. Nike could send him what he really needed. However, it was necessary for Hyeonu. The quality of Nike’s information was high, but there was nothing very helpful for Hyeonu right now. What was the point of investment information if he didn’t have any money? He needed to know specific information that could make him money right away.
“There is an orc in Frozen Canyon?”
Just then, an article caught Hyeonu’s eyes.
[The Orc in Frozen Canyon Yesterday]
-Recently, I encountered something strange while hunting with guild members in Frozen Canyon.
An orc is wandering around in fur by himself.
“An orc in fur? Kukukuk.” Hyeonu smiled as he imagined a muscular orc wearing a fur coat. Hyeonu was distracted by the force that seemed to suck in his spirit and continued reading the article.
-I thought it was a jackpot. I thought about it and took my guild members to speak to the orc.
It was obviously an NPC. Then while talking, there was a nuance that made it seem like he was asking for food. That must be it. It had to be an NPC that gave a great quest.
Thus, I brought out all the dishes in my inventory. I didn’t even give them to my guild members.
Do you know the funny thing? Once the orc ate the food, he just said thank you and left.
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
My 500 gold...
Anyone hunting in Frozen Canyon should beware. There is someone who will eat and then leave.
P.S. The orc looks young. It states that his name is Cancun.
“Kikikik.” Hyeonu couldn’t stop laughing. To think there was a stupid person like this… They gave food that was worth hundreds of gold to an orc and yet did not receive any reward?
“Cancun? It is a name I’ve heard before...”
Hyeonu tried to grab at the strings of memories that flew past.
“Ah! The runaway orc!”
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