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Chapter 192
Chapter 192
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Eom Gil-dong, who had gained explosive popularity since the second half of last year by trying to catch up with the Silent Swordsman, is now fully experiencing what it means to be on the brink of death.
- Breaking news > Silent Swordsman evolves into the Demon King Swordsman
- Gil-dong, we'll make sure to send you a generous condolence donation.
- Don’t worry, we’ll take care of the funeral donation, stay strong ^^
“Ahhhh! Stop it, you bastards! You think I'm not already fucking scared?!”
- Told you, you shouldn’t have gotten involved with the association’s scumbags, haha.
- Are you still not getting your signing bonus and 1% royalty?
- It’s up to 5% now.
- I thought maybe Gil-dong didn’t take it because the money was too low, but they’ve been increasing it by 0.5%, and he still hasn’t accepted it.
- Hahahaha.
- Even if they paid everything upfront, I’d still wonder if they’d accept it. Who would even stick that 5% to their nose?
“Shit... Should I ask for more?”
The release of the Silent Swordsman Follow-up VER 2.0!
That part went well.
But things started going awry when it came to the official contract for the Awakener Association's simulation exam.
- “We’ll contact the Silent Swordsman personally to arrange a meeting. As for the secondary creation rights, we’ll set aside royalties and proceed with post-negotiation.”
- “Won’t this be a problem? Haha, come on. No awakened person can turn down our proposal unless they’re an Unnamed.”
- “Even if the Silent Swordsman is a foreigner, they won’t refuse our offer if they want to work in Korea.”
The Awakener Association’s representative boasted, claiming everything was under control.
Then, yesterday, right after the final episode of the Whip Simulator V-tube edit was uploaded.
“Wait, am I going to get killed by this person? I need to consult with the association first.”
[The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.]
“Wait... I dialed the wrong number, right?”
[The number you are trying to reach is unavailable.]
“...This bastard?”
Eom Gil-dong called the association’s customer service.
- “You can’t get in touch with Supervisor Kim Hyeong-taek? He submitted his resignation yesterday and went into hiding.”
“Ah, okay. So, the deal about the Silent Swordsman content paid services was discussed, right?” - “You’ll need to contact the person in charge about that.”
“Who is the person in charge?” - “Supervisor Kim Hyeong-taek.”
“He resigned!” - “Yeah...”
“Yeah??” - “Not sure.”
Click. Click. Click.
“Hey, hey! What the fuck, association?!”
The association had cut ties.
- Hahahaha
- Abandoned Eom Gil-dong, lmao.
- Government employees are all like this, right?
- Is the association a government agency?
- More like an iron rice bowl than government employees.
“Damn, I feel so betrayed.”
Eom Gil-dong trembled in frustration.
His stomach was unsettled, but just then, a video sponsorship arrived.
<Eom Gil-dong’s Suffering Pancreas donated 10,000 won!>
(A research video report showing that the Silent Swordsman could use tactical nuclear bombs even in real life.)
- Haha, lmao.
- So now when the Demon King Swordsman gets mad, is he going to punch Gil-dong with a Demon King Punch?
- No need for makeup, his bones won’t even be left, lol.
- You really are...
- One person getting tortured while everyone else is enjoying it, haha.
“Ahhh! Aaaaahhh! Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!”
[User’s health detected to be in danger, automatically disconnecting from the virtual world.]
[Broadcast ended.]
Eom Gil-dong, who was writhing and forced off the air.
In the end, he managed to get a bottle of antacid.
There are many visitors to Haenampa.
From consultations on cosmetic surgery to inquiries from small business owners about joining the association, to hopeful disciples wanting to learn martial arts—it’s almost impossible to count them all.
Since Ha Eung Eung can’t meet them all in person, important individuals are filtered and introduced by Ujiwoo.
“This person, you should meet.”
Eom Gil-dong was one of those cases.
[That’s an unusual name.]
“...Do you not know what Eom Gil-dong does?”
[Should I?]
Ujiwoo, with a face that seemed to pity Eom Gil-dong, glanced back at the waiting room.
“He’s a streamer. Famous for his physicality but more for his brain and tenacity. He’s called K-Copy Ninja... a master at stealing techniques, it says on Namuwiki.”
[Oh, I see. Why is he here then?]
“He made a simulation called ‘Catching up to the Silent Swordsman’ based on the Silent Swordsman’s gameplay, and apparently made a profit by selling it.”
Ha Eung Eung, usually indifferent to money issues, showed interest this time.
‘I remember. We did that simulation when we tested abilities at the association.’
Ahyoung had once set the top record under her nickname.
[Please let him in.]
As Ujiwoo went to call him, Ha Eung Eung poured tea.
The tea, poured precisely from a height of 1 meter into the teacup, created a soothing sound as it filled, almost like a magic trick.
The tea was poured into the cup just right—not too much, not too little, in perfect balance.
‘This is definitely different from the martial world.’
The cup was round, and the tea inside reflected the color of the cup, creating a shimmering hue.
The aroma filled the air, making Ha Eung Eung feel the urge to lick her lips unnecessarily.
‘The tea in the martial world was never like this. It was always tainted water we boiled to filter out harmful substances, sometimes with herbs or neutralizing agents to reduce poison.’
It was a culture that originated in the Central Plains martial world.
‘Not that I need it, though.’
She thought the gift was a bit wasteful, but she enjoyed the process of filling the teacup. It was surprisingly fun, like a training exercise to adjust distance and fluidity with her fingertips.
‘Next time, I’ll try brewing green tea with a light green hue, or a jujube tea with a reddish color, or a yellow grain tea. I want to try them all.’
The person who gave her the gift could never have imagined she’d use it for this.
But since she was enjoying it, it seemed fine.
Ujiwoo returned, signaling Eom Gil-dong’s arrival.
Click.
Ha Eung Eung placed the teapot on the table carefully, then acted as if nothing had happened.
Eom Gil-dong walked in and immediately bowed deeply.
“I’m so sorry, Silent Swordsman!!”
Eom Gil-dong, with his “effective strategy of bowing first,” had arrived with a message. He relayed the details of the deal with the association and the fact that the person in charge of the Silent Swordsman deal had gone into hiding and changed his number.
“The association might be at fault, but I also regret not checking with you before signing the deal. Please forgive me!”
[Please lift your head.]
Ha Eung Eung handed over a written reply.
She couldn’t hide her awkward expression.
‘If he doesn’t lift his head, I won’t be able to see the notebook.’
It was such a simple request, but it suddenly felt awkward.
[Excuse me. Please raise your head.]
Ha Eung Eung quickly scribbled something in her notebook, folded it, and threw it like a paper plane, hitting Eom Gil-dong on the back of the head.
“Oof! I-I’ll give you the money! I’ll give you 5% royalties, no, 10%! I’ll give you 10%!!”
[Alright.]
Thud.
“20%!!”
[Yes, I understand.]
Thud.
“30%!!! No, I’ll give you everything you ask for! Just please, let me keep my life!!!”
Is this guy about to pass out?
Ha Eung Eung sighed at Eom Gil-dong’s stubborn bowing.
‘Well, I’m not trying to profit from this misunderstanding. But if he keeps this up, I might feel some competitiveness.’
The strange competitive spirit ignited in Ha Eung Eung.
She tore up her notebook into paper planes, throwing them at him.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Ow! Ahh! Aahhh!”
Each time a paper plane hit him, Eom Gil-dong squirmed in discomfort.
Finally, when one hit him right between the collar of his shirt, he jumped up, startled.
“This, this is... a paper plane?”
I won.
Ha Eung Eung smiled mischievously, like a little prankster.
“...Hah!”
Eom Gil-dong, staring blankly at her, suddenly realized he had been toyed with.
Embarrassed, he muttered with a red face.
“You’re too much. How many paper planes did you throw?”
Eom Gil-dong looked at his tattered notebook in disbelief.
Her emotional expression was so rich that it felt like watching an actor in a drama.
‘She’s really expressive. Is this what makes a professional streamer stand out from others?’
Watching her, Eom Gil-dong felt a little embarrassed.
‘I knew she was beautiful, but I didn’t realize she was this beautiful. How is she not getting more attention on camera?’
A truly stunning beauty, with mischievous eyes, played a prank on him.
Eom Gil-dong, who couldn’t handle this rare experience, was flustered.
This moment felt like a scene from a youth drama.
Like a swan gracefully lifting its neck by the lakeside, Ha Eung Eung extended her arm out of her long sleeve and moved her brush pen, writing deeply.
The way the sunlight from the window harmonized with her delicate writing gave off an illusion of softness.
‘Wow. I thought this was a photo shoot.’
Years of being around streamers had made Eom Gil-dong immune to beauty, but he couldn’t adapt to Ha Eung Eung’s beauty at all.
[Pick up a paper plane from the floor that has a number written on it.]
“Uh... Found it. 15? What is this?”
[Then I’ll take 15% royalty.]
It was all part of her playful spirit.
“Wait... No way?”
Ha Eung Eung pretended to be innocent, not understanding what he meant.
Eom Gil-dong picked up more paper planes from the floor.
[74]
[99]
[3]
“...Could it be, did you write all the numbers from 1 to 100?”
Ha Eung Eung nodded.
A real random royalty contract.
Despite his worries about being killed, Eom Gil-dong's determination seemed to be in vain. The playful spirit felt so lighthearted it was almost like a casual game.