Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Chapter 160

1.
When the Saint first visited the Haenampa, no one recognized her.
"There's a lot of people today."
It was an unlucky coincidence that the day the Saint chose to visit Haenampa was also the day of the interview.
Trying to cover her noticeable blonde hair, the Saint put on a hood and looked like just another participant in the interview. Other participants seemed to think so too.

"Yea~ we're friendly men~"
"???"
"Where are you from???"

An active participant, trying to communicate with awkward gestures and broken English.
The embarrassment was, of course, for the viewers watching the broadcast through the participant's headcam.

• Please stop!!
• Why is the embarrassment our burden!?
• Is today's broadcast content about embarrassing ourselves in front of foreigners?
• Even if my brother looks like an idiot, he is an idiot.
• Just a stupid fool. lol

C-rank Ascended "Dashman."
A streamer with 200,000 subscribers on VTube, Dashman could rush in any direction with his technical movements, drawing attention.
"Wow, it's Dashman!"
"Did Dashman come to join the interview too?"
"Yeah, Haenampa's been hot recently."
"Is this person with you?"
"She's my foreign friend. Want to greet her?"

• Foreign friend (1 minute acquaintance)
• She's really friendly, lol
• The foreigner looks confused, so cute
• I bet she’s got a cute face under that hood
• Agreed

Cameras and drones were flying around, capturing the faces of participants while interviews were being held everywhere.
The Saint became curious.

"What are they interrogating them about?"
"Huh, you speak Korean?"
"I had a Korean colleague."
"So you were watching the broadcast..."
"Dashman? Stupid brother? I've read it all."

• Ahh no
• LMAO
• LMAO
• Suggesting quick suicide now
• If it were me, I wouldn’t even be able to lift my head out of embarrassment
• Why can't he lift his head? Are we embarrassed?

Dashman, flustered and unsure what to do, stood with his hands folded while the Saint comforted him.
It became a strange team for a while.

"What’s everyone doing?"
"We're waiting for the interview. Haenampa posted a recruitment ad for martial arts instructors."
"There are too many people."
"This is because there are so many gamblers hoping for a life-changing big win."
"??"
"Oh, you don’t know? It’s because of a tournament that the Silent Swordsman held before."

Dashman explained the previous Silent Swordsman Martial Arts Tournament.

"People like Lightning Man and Thorn Beast, who had little recognition before the tournament, did amazingly well and became popular, so now they’re hoping for a big break too."
"Betting on one big win is bad."
"Right? But the biggest beneficiary from the last tournament is the guy who hit the jackpot, Min Woo-sung."

Many Ascended Ones’ hopes were burning because of Min Woo-sung.
Before he became a runner-up, Min Woo-sung had managed to stay under the radar and avoid combat.

‘The winner had his own guild and got lucky enough to join it as a reward for winning.’
‘That guy just got lucky and ended up working for Silent Swordsman.’
‘If someone like him can win and become an executive, doesn’t that mean I might have a chance?’

Min Woo-sung’s apparent ease made many Ascended Ones feel falsely confident.

"What’s Min Woo-sung up to?"
"I don’t know. His association record isn’t impressive either."
"Really just got lucky and got a free ride."

Using a false name, Min Woo-sung had cleaned his record with the help of the National Security Bureau.
His record was pristine, and many Ascended Ones thought he was just another lucky but ordinary Ascended One.
Thanks to this, Dashman was certain that at least half of today’s participants were hopeful gamblers.

"Does joining a guild mean you get a free ride in life?"
"Well, it’s not exactly like that, but Min Woo-sung managed to get into an executive position in his guild because of some lucky breaks."

For those unaware of the National Security Bureau’s secret assistance, Min Woo-sung’s achievements seemed like pure luck.

"That’s interesting."
"Right? But what’s our foreign friend’s name? I’ve realized I’ve never asked."
"Eve."
"Sorry?"
"Eve Christina."
"That name sounds familiar..."
"She’s from Ukraine, and was part of the team that took back the capital during the recent Homeland Recovery War."

Eve.
Such a name could occasionally be found in the West.
Christina.
The surname was also not unusual.
Ukraine.
The country was a fair compromise, so it might be a coincidence.

"A-rank healer. You know, a healer."

But there was only one person who could possibly be an A-rank healer.

"Wait... are you... the war hero from Eastern Europe, the one known as Saint?"

Eve nodded.

• A big shot has arrived!!!
• How dare you be rude to the Saint!!!
• This is truly national disgrace content
• Apologize! Apologize!
• Saint, you’re even more beautiful in person

Dashman, who had completely lost his earlier boldness, now clasped his hands nervously and looked up at the beautiful blonde face under the hood, captured by his headcam.

"Are you feeling unwell?"
"A-Ah, it’s nothing!"
"Be careful. If one Ascended One’s body is unwell, it threatens the safety of ten thousand citizens. I’m sure Dashman’s viewers would be worried too."

• Saint, nooo!!!
• Nobody cares if Dashman gets hurt
• Dashman doesn’t deserve such words
• Just knock him out and take his headcam!
• Dashman, hand over your headcam!
• Hand it over! Hand it over! Hand it over!

These comments flooded the chat.
Seeing the overwhelming response, Dashman quickly turned his headcam to avoid further embarrassment.

• Where are you going!!!
• Turn the camera, you idiot!
• Oh, there's the Thorn Beast on the other side
• Is this real?
• Ugh, what a contrast
• Heaven and hell, geez
• We’re sorry, Dashman, please turn the camera back!
• Found the camera, Rammus!
• Wow, this is so awkward
• Rammus, go away! Don’t come here!
• No, don’t do fanservice!
• Your cheek is so awkward, lmao

Dashman, having successfully regained his composure, forced a smile and asked Eve.

"But, is it okay for you to join another country's guild?"
"I came to see Silent Swordsman. I didn’t know anything about the interview or tournament."
"Ah, so you only saw her during the Sensory Link."
"Speaking of, can I see that martial arts tournament again? Just one more time?"
"Uh?"
"I’d like to know how East Asian countries were able to handle the Gate incidents so calmly. I’m sure it was because of the high level of the Ascended Ones, right?"
"Well, that’s... I’m not directly involved with Haenampa, so I can’t say anything about the tournament..."
"Ah... I’m sorry for the unreasonable request. I was too forward."

Seeing Eve’s sad expression, Dashman felt a pang in his chest.
It felt like the heartbreaking sight of an elven queen on the verge of her kingdom’s downfall, shedding tears.
The sadness made Dashman feel the unnecessary pain of imagining the scene vividly.

‘Isn’t making her sad without even trying to hold the tournament one of the cruelest things humanity can do?’

The man who made Eastern Europe’s war hero cry, streamer Dashman, committed a terrible sin against the Saint!
Such headlines flooded in, and in the future, his name would be smeared with hundreds of thousands of hateful comments online.

"Please wait a moment. I’ll try to handle this somehow."

With a determined voice, Dashman made up his mind.
He approached the Haenampa officials overseeing the interview, and as they began to converse, the officials became visibly uneasy.
The commotion only increased until Min Woo-sung rushed in urgently.

"The Saint from Eastern Europe wants to hold a martial arts tournament?"

Min Woo-sung responded with a look of disbelief.
He was in a bad mood, already aware that the Ascended Ones in the venue were looking down on him.
But when he read Dashman’s thoughts, he pushed aside his personal feelings and was also taken aback.

‘Is this woman really that extraordinary? Will the guild falter if I say something she dislikes? Could Ascended Ones from all over the world come after me?’

The thoughts of a man in love became extreme, and Min Woo-sung, feeling helpless, sought out Ha Eung Eung.

"This chaos is happening. Guild Leader, I think you need to handle this personally."
[Can’t we just do it?]
"Uh?"
[The interview to select martial arts instructors? It’s not against the purpose of the interview. It's actually a good idea.]

With 20 years of martial arts experience, Ha Eung Eung was no stranger to martial arts tournaments.

[Alright, let’s go ahead with the tournament.]

Ha Eung Eung agreed without hesitation.
Thanks to Dashman’s courage, the 2nd Martial Arts Tournament was now a reality.

"What will you do about the Saint and her attendants?"
[Bring them over. I’d like to talk to the person who suggested this good idea.]

Ha Eung Eung and Eve.
Silent Swordsman and the Saint.
The independent ruler of the Half-Beast Valley and the war hero of Eastern Europe.
The first meeting between two women who had lived very different lives was about to take place.