Greatest Swordsmaster’s Game Streaming - GSGS Chapter 2: The Genius Who Bowed His Head (2)

The registered user, Geomseong, quietly blinked his eyes.

The result he had been hoping for had come through, but instead of feeling joy and excitement, he was overcome with a sense of disbelief.

‘…Is this really happening?’

He couldn’t believe that he was properly connected to the capsule. Despite numerous attempts and various forms of assistance, he had never been able to enter the capsule before.

‘First, let’s get into the game. You never know.’

Geomseong continued with the connection. His throat felt heavy as he swallowed.

[Please select your objective.]

‘It was definitely Altmate, right?’

He scanned the icons that appeared before him, checking their names. There were not only game options but also training grounds for adaptation and social services for meetings.

Then he found the icon with a leaf symbol, which was the ‘Altmate’ Hayun had mentioned.

‘This is it.’

When Geomseong clicked on the leaf symbol icon, his body began to move rapidly as if traveling through dimensions. Despite the potential for dizziness and eye strain, he felt completely fine.

[Welcome to Altmate!]

The cheerful medieval fantasy music filled his ears. His body moved forward, and a complete landscape unfolded before him.

“Wow……”

Amazed, he couldn’t help but exclaim. It felt like he had stepped into a photographer’s famous image of a tourist destination.

[No registered user information.]

[Please choose a class!]

With the setup complete, it was time to create a character.

[Swordsman]

[Archer]

[Mage]

[Boxer]

[Lancer]

…

…

Various attractive options only seen in fantasy. However, Geomseong’s choice was determined from the start.

[You have chosen Swordsman as your class.]

[Confirm?]

‘Accept.’

A blue light engulfed him. When he opened his eyes, he was holding a sword, standing in the middle of a fantasy village as if from a creation.

‘Is this it?’

While Geomseong was looking around in confusion, he heard:

“Hmm? The nickname is Kim Geomseong? Could it be you, Oppa? It really worked? See, I told you it would work!”

A beautiful woman was jumping and cheering. The name above her head was [HayunQueen]. It was definitely his younger sister.

“…Is that really you, Hayun?”

“Yeah. Why does your avatar look exactly like the real you?”

“And what about you? You look like a movie star!”

Geomseong frowned as he looked at his beautiful younger sister. Seeing her, he felt a biological aversion.

Noticing his gaze, Hayun cleared her throat and changed the subject.

“…Anyway, hurry up and move your body.”

“Oh, right.”

Geomseong nodded and looked at the sword in his hand. It was a medieval European longsword. It wasn’t his style, but…

Whoosh! Just swinging it, he could clearly feel the sensation. The capsule had perfectly recognized Geomseong.

“Uh…”

The sensation was unmistakable. His whole body moved as if it were his real one.

As he felt this sensation, numerous memories flashed through his mind.

While everyone else was adapting to the new era and continuing their careers.

He had been left in the old age, reminiscing about past glory.

The period when he was engulfed in frustration and had given up on himself.

“Ha…”

A smile broke out. His hands began to tremble slightly. His chest was swelling with emotion, but it was more than just sadness.

‘Finally…!’

Anticipation surged.

‘Just like before…!’

A tournament? He didn’t know how to enter, but he was confident he could.

A sword? Of course, he could wield it. In fact, he could wield it better than before.

Using a sword would be even more common in virtual reality VMR than in reality.

As the Swordmaster stared silently at the sword, Hayun tugged at his arm.

“What are you spacing out for? You need to move right away. We need to check if the practical application is working properly.”

Hayun was right. He hadn’t entered actual combat yet, so the sensory synchronization wasn’t confirmed.

“…Yeah, I should swing a blade after a long time.”

With a confident voice and a face brimming with excitement, the Swordmaster was guided to the hunting ground by a smiling Hayun.

“This way.”

They moved through a landscape reminiscent of famous tourist spots in Northern Europe. They arrived at the beginner’s hunting ground right in front of Altmate’s primal village.

It was filled with monsters for early game adaptation.

Hayun pointed to a monster resembling a dog with her index finger.

“See that? It’s called a One-Eyed Bulldog. It’s a monster that just charges blindly. Let’s start by taking that down.”

The Swordmaster nodded and stretched his body. Although he was somewhat worried about making mistakes since it had been a while, he trusted his accumulated experience and memories.

‘Hmm?’

Something felt different. It was as if it was at the peak of the peak condition. Anyway, it felt good.

‘I don’t know.’

The Swordmaster tilted his head in confusion and fixed his gaze on the monster in front of him.

[One-Eyed Bulldog LV 3]

At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary dog, but it had a large eyeball embedded in its forehead and a spiked iron flail attached to its tail.

‘I was hesitant thinking it was just a puppy, but it’s actually a monster.’

After a brief evaluation, he gripped the hilt tightly and spun the sword. The sunlight reflected off the blade, making it sparkle like a star.

‘Let’s go!’

With determination, the Swordmaster leaped forward, pulling the sword into his embrace and preparing to thrust. His target was the large eyeball in the middle of the monster’s forehead.

─Grrr!

The Bulldog, sensing the danger, drooled and charged at him.

‘It would be nice if you accelerated too.’

The closer they got, the better it was for him. He had been ready for the thrust from the start.

As they charged towards each other and the distance closed, the Swordmaster thrust the sword forward. As the blade pierced the eyeball, his wrist twisted sharply out of habit.

[Perfect Critical Hit!]

─Yelp!

The One-Eyed Bulldog cried out in its death throes and shattered into pieces, disappearing.

The Swordmaster had defeated a One-Eyed Bulldog that was higher in level than him with a single blow.

“Eh?”

Hayun blinked, staring at her brother in surprise.

‘That was definitely a perfect critical hit, right?’

A perfect critical hit. A system present in all VMR games.

As the name suggests, it’s a critical hit that only occurs when a perfect attack is made.

Even those familiar with VMR games find it hard to achieve a perfect critical hit, but the Swordmaster had done it from the start.

“Want to try again?”

Thinking it might have been beginner’s luck, Hayun suggested trying again to confirm.

“Of course, I want to do it more.”

The Swordmaster readily agreed. He, too, was eager to keep going rather than ending it here.

—

He moved on to face a new One-Eyed Bulldog.

─Grrr!

As the One-Eyed Bulldog charged, the Swordmaster raised his sword sharply, preparing for a vertical strike.

“Whoosh!”

He delivered a merciless vertical cut to the approaching One-Eyed Bulldog. The blade sliced through the flesh cleanly, leaving a neat cut.

[Perfect Critical Hit!]

The One-Eyed Bulldog, which was suddenly split in half, shattered into pieces and vanished without even a dying scream.

“Again?”

Hayun blinked in surprise, quietly watching the disintegrated One-Eyed Bulldog.

‘What’s going on?’

It could be said that the first hit was a fluke, but getting perfect critical hits consecutively was another matter. It was almost unprecedented to achieve perfect critical hits every time. Even top-ranked players rarely reached a 100% critical hit rate.

Whether he knew or not, the Swordmaster tilted his head with a curious expression.

“Well, it feels different. It’s much better than when I’m in peak condition.”

He wasn’t getting tired or feeling muscle fatigue no matter how much he swung, so he felt much freer.

When the Swordmaster expressed his confusion, Hayun responded in a dazed manner.

“Um, I don’t know about the condition, but the basic physical abilities in virtual reality are about twice those of a well-built adult male.”

The power he was putting in felt different. Understanding this from his sister’s explanation, he nodded.

However, the sense of incongruity the Swordmaster felt wasn’t just that.

It was as if his body moved completely freely? His reactions were much faster than in reality.

“Is it possible that the sensations here are more sensitive than in reality?”

“Hmm, probably. Professional gamers and athletes perform well here too.”

The sensory experiences of professional gamers and athletes are on a different level from those of ordinary people. Athletes have overwhelming instincts and sensations, while professional gamers have concentration and quick decision-making skills.

For the Swordmaster, the advantages of both seemed to coexist, making it even more palpable.

“Yeah, I thought so.”

“Anyway, let’s catch the next one.”

“What’s that?”

“Hurry up, hurry up!”

With no time to contemplate, the Swordmaster was dragged along by his excited sister and continued hunting. And each time, the result was the same.

[Perfect Critical Hit!]

It was confirmed that the perfect critical hit wasn’t just luck, but solely the result of his avatar control.

‘What is going on here?’

Although he had hoped for this, it was still surprising for her when it became a

reality.

“…Brother, are you doing anything special with your movements?”

“Anything special with my movements?”

“Like the way you swing the sword, something like that.”

If that was the case, then yes. The swordsmanship learned from the time he first picked up a wooden sword was etched into his body.

His grandfather had taught him various sword techniques, emphasizing that maintaining the family’s traditional swordsmanship was crucial, even if it was something he might never use in real life.

Although these techniques were adapted for modern competitions, their primary purpose remained to efficiently subdue and kill enemies.

“The sword techniques we learned from home when we were kids. You learned them too when you were young, right?”

“Do you mean those techniques that Grandpa taught us every time? I couldn’t manage them.”

As if it were obvious, the Swordmaster chuckled and shrugged.

“There’s a difference in experience between you and me.”

“True, but…”

But does that mean every hit will result in a perfect critical hit? Hayun was still bewildered. This was new to her as well, so she had no idea what was going on.

‘But this is really amazing!’

Every attack he had made so far had been a perfect critical hit. Hayun had a good idea but decided to ask her brother’s opinion first.

“So, what are you going to do now? You’ve finally entered virtual reality completely.”

The Swordmaster couldn’t answer immediately. He had completely cut off discussions about virtual reality because it had been too painful to even think about.

“Hmm… I don’t really know. I just thought about wanting to get in, but I haven’t made any plans…”

He only knew that sports had entered virtual reality, but he didn’t know any details. He was aware of one of the famous domestic tournaments, the ‘All-Disease King UFC’, but…

He didn’t know the process to get there and only knew the results, so it was like knowing nothing.

“So, what do you want to do?”

The Swordmaster quietly looked at the sword hilt in his hand. If he were to be honest with his desires, he wanted to show off his skills in a tournament and receive cheers from the audience.

“…Going to a tournament like before?”

“Then you should aim for a tournament, right?”

Hayun shrugged, as if saying it was no big deal.

“Yeah, but there’s a real-life issue. I’m tight on finances right now and can’t afford to buy a capsule…”

Unfortunately, he was not at all prepared to just rush towards a goal. He had to live on cup noodles for half of each month to make ends meet and had no savings…

“There is a cheat key that can solve that problem in one go. It’s a way to earn money while also getting a chance to participate in tournaments.”

Hayun casually mentioned it, with a slight smile on her face.

“What is it?”

The Swordmaster’s eyes lit up. It would be strange not to use such a good method if it existed.

“Streaming.”