TGAT 08

Chapter 08

Following Kim Yong-joo’s gesture, Song Jun cleared his throat once, then—just a beat late—peeked his face into the frame as all eyes focused on him.

“Hello. I’m SJ, the owner of the Creative Studio channel. And of course, this isn’t a broadcast accident.”

• Wow. Look at that timing.

• This kid is a real attention seeker. He knows exactly how to grab the spotlight.

• Wow. Could he be the rival to Dr. Kim?

Seeing Song Jun greet a beat late, Kim Yong-joo leaned back slightly in his chair, a little surprised.

“Ah! Nice to meet you! I’m Middle-aged Gamer Dr. Kim! Wow! That mask suits you really well! Your name is J, huh? Can I call you J from now on?”

• Ah! A mask! A mask!

• Wait! Dr. Kim! What’s that! He’s using the mask he made before!

• Ah! Dr. Kim has no sense of broadcasting etiquette!

“I’m fine with it. I didn’t have a proper way to address you anyway. And thanks for the mask. Haha. Thanks to it, the viewers are pretty disappointed.”

Reading the chat, Kim Yong-joo chuckled and raised his voice, teasing the viewers.

“You didn’t see it, but I saw the face behind that mask. He’s handsome. And this voice! This isn’t a broadcast voice—it’s genuine!”

Song Jun smiled and, as if acting, changed the tone of his voice—switching to a playful, high-pitched tone.

“I can do this kind of voice too.”

Then he lowered his tone dramatically.

“But I can do this tone as well.”

A deep bass that could echo in a cave. Even a fragile, thin voice that could sound female if only the face were hidden.

Kim Yong-joo hadn’t expected this level of range and gaped in surprise.

“Wow… This is on a voice actor level.”
“I can only do short samples so far. Just practicing.”
“Ha ha. Now you all see how amazing today’s guest is, right?”

• Crazy. The mask is funny, but that voice is insane.

• Right? Haha. Isn’t he a professional voice actor?

• Look at Dr. Kim’s expression. He’s loving this!

• Haha. If it weren’t for the title, this could easily be called a voice actor guest segment.

Kim Yong-joo, excited by Song Jun’s talent, raised the energy. The viewers had already reached 7,000. Perfect timing to officially start.

“Alright! Let’s officially begin. Today’s first segment is the ‘Master Gamer Guest Segment.’ But Fallen Kingdom—we’ve already proven a lot, haven’t we? So I prepared… the most brutal trash or difficult games! I call it: Show me the limits of your physical skills!”

Grinning, Kim Yong-joo opened a blank screen.

“If we play a pre-selected game, someone will think, ‘Isn’t this rigged?’ or ‘Didn’t he practice this beforehand?’ So we’ll leave it up to the viewers to decide what game we play.”

A gamble trusting Song Jun’s skills. Any kind of game could pop up.

“All kinds of genres mixed together. Random play. Ready?”
“Of course. This isn’t called ‘breaking seals’ for nothing.”

His mastery across 52 games was real. Whatever the genre, if it’s a game, he’s got it.

• Oh, this is perfect.

• Exactly. Need some picky pros in here.

• Physical skills are for rhythm games!

• Physical skills max out at Guns Ground.

• Are we excluding AOS?

• Fighting games? Probably fun since everyone’s a pro.

Kim Yong-joo scrolled quickly through the chat, delighted. Viewer engagement was off the charts compared to usual.

“Wow. Every game name you can think of is coming up.”
“Yes. There are even games I’ve never heard of before.”

About five minutes passed.

“Alright. All candidates are set.”

Kim Yong-joo had made a list of over 50 games and left the choice to viewers. It was the best way to avoid complaints later.

“Okay! Five minutes to vote! Multiple votes allowed. Pick five games! Voting starts now!”

As soon as the vote button was pressed, participants skyrocketed.

“Wow. The reaction is insane. Why aren’t you this active usually?”

• No! This is pure fun, Dr. Kim.

• Haha, how can I resist?

• Yeah, haha, I’m only voting for trash games.

• Haha! Go team! The trash games are ranked way too low!

• Haha. Almost all viewers voted, I think.

“5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Done!”

The vote ended, and the list was finalized.

“Alright, the results are in. Wow, this is just to mess with him. First: Guns Ground. Second: Rhythm Game. Third: Racing and Fighting tie. Fourth: Legendary League. Finally: Jar Game. Quite a mix.”

Only cruel games showing off physical skills had been gathered.

“Alright! No dilly-dallying. First game, let’s go. And the account we’ll use is J’s. Hmm… not much ranked game history, I see?”

Kim Yong-joo added one more twist: viewer participation.

“Ranked account is Gold. Too bad, right? So, Guns Ground. Three rounds total, and we’ll have viewers participate! Only Gold rank and above can join.”

If Song Jun succeeded, the impact of his physical gaming skills would multiply. Unlike ranked games where everyone plays for themselves, viewers would try to take down Song Jun.

“Wow… There are even Diamonds? This won’t be easy.”
“True. But we won’t know until we try.”
“Alright! Let’s keep the secret until we drop from the plane.”

Plus, viewers were allowed in the room—making it even more disadvantageous for Song Jun.

‘Definite impact.’

Surveying the map, Song Jun chose a point.

“Let’s go to the military base. Everyone, drop there.”

Confidence radiating, he declared it boldly. Parachutes were already falling around him.

• Dropping that early? Overconfident?

• Haha, brave. But if he dies with 1 kill, that’s rough.

• Let’s go military base!

• Might be better to farm nearby before entering the main fight.

To exaggerate, it was a 1 vs. 99 fight. Most viewers were shocked at his confidence.

As soon as Song Jun landed, he grabbed weapons and armor, reloaded, and ran toward the sound of gunfire. Only a shotgun, a non-magnified sniper rifle, level 1 armor, and a backpack.

“Minimal looting. Priority is killing enemies.”

While Song Jun searched, kill logs appeared frequently.

• Ugh! Idiots! Focus on J, not each other!

• Haha, it’s still a game.

• Only ten dead so far, haha. They’re deliberately not killing.

• His concentration is insane. Commentating beside him, but he’s not distracted by sound play.

Without the mask, Song Jun’s face was focused. He listened intently to tiny sounds in the headset, alternating between keyboard and mouse.

Bang—

CS-J -Head Shot!> amazombie

Song Jun’s first kill.

• ?? What did I just see?

• Sniper without magnification? Headshot?

• Is he insane? Hitting that distance?

In chaotic fights, snipers aren’t ideal. High damage, but low ammo. He switched to the shotgun and eliminated enemies around corners.

“Guys, step it up. You’re camping.”

Another enemy down. Within five minutes, Song Jun had 7 kills.

Even with broadcast play, actions weren’t perfectly relayed. Song Jun constantly moved.

‘Avoid windows. Keep swapping weapons and armor.’

When ammo ran out, he switched to pistol and headshot.

“My sensitivity is slightly off, but real skill overcomes that, right?”

Another enemy vanished, leaving only loot.

17/99

Bang—!

“Damn. Is this even real?”

Kim Geun-taek slammed the keyboard; keycaps worth 200,000 KRW flew.

“Even with broadcast play, he still gets headshots?”

Though using a secondary account at Diamond, his main was Master tier. Yet he lost, 1-on-1. A perfect chance to beat J, and instead, frustration grew.

Turning to the broadcast, he saw Song Jun shooting an approaching enemy with a pistol, landing another headshot, and switching weapons to take down the next.

“3 vs. 1 save? What’s this guy? Fallen Kingdom plus Guns Ground?”

The long-ignored feeling of defeat hit Kim Geun-taek.

• Whoa. Saving a 3 vs. 1?

• Crazy. Watch him switch weapons instantly. Counting bullets.

• He got headshots from the first kill until now.

• ???

• All headshots? Insane.

• Even used throwables, but the finish is all headshots.

• Not cheating?

“No cheats! This is my computer! And one more baseless accusation and you’re banned! Incredible. I’ve played Guns Ground a long time, but never like this.”

Kim Yong-joo clenched his fist under the screen. Chat reactions were all positive. Even skeptical comments were drowned out by other viewers. Doing this on Dr. Kim’s computer meant cheating was impossible.

‘Just as I thought. Not just good at a game, but exceptional in all aspects.’

Song Jun’s kills passed 20. Yet his play remained steady. He had enough items to continue.

“No need to hoard ammo. Prioritize healing items and throwables.”

• Haha, looting corpses is smart.

• Simple. Golden Goblin—change guns and ammo, done.

• His skill is insane, not just Fallen Kingdom.

Even using someone else’s keyboard and mouse, he was unfazed.

‘Four enemies. They’re attacking from all sides.’

Enemies seemed to coordinate poorly, likely due to reckless charging.

Ting—

Something hit the floor.

Beep—

Flashbangs went off, grenades rolled. Song Jun had already left the area.

Bang—

Shotgun rounds struck, mouse swiveled, second round fired around the corner, switched to rifle for a headshot.

Enemies flooded the hallway, flashbang and grenade smoke thick.

One grenade tossed, rifle sprayed, enemy movement blocked. Grenade exploded—enemies down.

“Huh… 4 vs. 1 save?”

A play impossible for an older player to mimic continued. Song Jun instinctively moved, minimizing hits even when suddenly confronted at corners.

• Whoa. Even Diamond tier can’t handle this.

• Just died. Crazy reflexes. Makes that judgment there?

• Wait, my death was to a non-magnified sniper? Nuts.

Reactions poured in faster than one could read.

“Stay calm in any game. Just now, the headset indicated something thrown first. Footsteps left-right, so took out nearest first, located second. Gunfire forces movement.”

From the military base landing to now, no moment of pause.

Two remaining. 1 vs. 1.

‘Dominating, but feels flat.’

Even with nearly 50 kills, Song Jun felt something lacking.

‘1 vs. 1. Distance isn’t far. Skill isn’t bad.’

Planning several scenarios, he moved first as the playable area shrank.

‘Smoke grenade to block vision first.’

From car to tree, a smoke path formed.

Tatadadang—

Gunfire echoed randomly.

Click—
Bang—

Grenade exploded, blood 30% gone, but no panic.

Approached initial gunfire location.

Click—

Last surviving enemy reloading—Song Jun swung weapon.

Thwack—

The final sound: not gunfire, but metal impact.

“Damn… insane.”

Kim Yong-joo chuckled, as the text and the rooster’s crow appeared.

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!

Song Jun’s finale: a frying pan.