Chapter 7: Let’s put the Enter key back in.

3:30 AM on a Saturday.

At a time when even those who enjoyed Friday night were tucked into bed, I and 200 die-hards were still playing solo queue.

The current win rate is 90%.

In the middle of it, due to the viewers’ insistence, I went mid with a support champion, and the four people other than me all trolled, so I lost.

I got solo kills in lane, but the champion’s skill set is fundamentally not carry-able, so what can you do but lose.

“It’s getting harder to find queues now.”

—Why isn’t she sleeping?

—She’s determined to get the mission prize and die.

—Can’t blame her for hundreds of thousands.

—A million won is a lot for a middle schooler.

—It’s a lot for me, a 30-year-old…

—lol.

—But it’s amazing that she’s only one win away.

—If she wins, she gets a million won.

—Judging by what she’s doing, she deserves it.

—Saying she has to win to get it is a bad thing.

—Are there still snipers lol?

Well, if I win this game, I’ll have a complete victory over the viewers.

So, after waiting and waiting, the moment the queue for the last game popped.

“Aren’t you sleeping?”

My mom, who was still awake, suddenly came into my room.

—Mom’s here lololol.

—Ah, mom, just this one game.

—If I win, it’s a million won!

—Mom’s scolding to turn off the lights and sleep.

—It’s happening lolol.

—G.G. if you’re sure she’s a middle schooler.

—That’s right.

—Mother, heueung.

—You crazy b*stards.

—But her voice was nice, right?

—G.G. if you know who the streamer inherited her voice from.

—lol.

The speed of the chat window had slowed down a bit since dawn, but it caught fire again.

But contrary to my worries, unexpected words came out of our Mrs. Jang’s mouth.

“Daughter, what tier did you reach?”

“…Huh?”

“You said you were Silver last time. Seeing you working hard until dawn, you must have reached Gold, right?”

I wouldn’t be surprised if it were my dad, but the fact that tier talk was coming out of my mom’s mouth smoothly, combined with my dawn mental state, caused cognitive dissonance, but at least she didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping the game.

Apart from the fire-type filial daughter whining, it seems that she made an effort on her own since it was something her daughter said she wanted to do.

“Uh…if I win this game, I’ll be Diamond tier.”

“Already? I searched the internet and there are people who are Silver or Gold for a year…”

“It’s because I’m that good.”

—Bragging about games to parents success.

—lololol.

—G.G. if you’re a viewer who got hit by splash damage in the meantime.

—I’ve been Silver for 3 years…

—I’ve been Bronze for 2 years, I can’t answer any questions.

—Who asks questions to Bronze.

—Damn.

—It would be much more beneficial to donate to the streamer and listen to her concept explanations.

—Why are you saying the obvious lol?

“But mom, I’m streaming right now…”

I, for the last game. I chose a bruiser champion after looking at the opposing team’s champion picks. The opponent only had squishy champions focused on damage.

Anyway, right after that, I temporarily lowered the cam to show only the keyboard.

But Mom said it was okay and restored the cam angle to its original state.

“Don’t worry. I don’t know about Lock, but I’m familiar with broadcasting.”

“….Huh?”

“Why do you think there was cam equipment?”

“……”

I wondered why there were broadcasting equipment with excessively good performance.

I thought my parents bought it somewhere when I said I would stream instead of playing Lock, but it turns out they gave me their personal belongings.

“Can you show me the chat?”

As soon as Mom finished speaking, the chat window completed self-censorship.

—Nice words.

—Roughly nice words.

—Our child is really good at games.

—You have talent.

—Saying nice words.

—She’s an amazing daughter who streamed from evening and lost only one game.

—I’m rooting for your pro debut~.

—This friend is really good.

The viewers were very cute to be so nice when they were like this.

“The chat window is clean, huh?”

“They’re all nice people.”

“Still, be careful with your words. You know, right?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Mom will go to sleep, so reach Diamond and tell me when we eat tomorrow.”

After that common yet uncommon worry, my door was firmly closed again.

“Since you endured it well, I’ll let you see what you endured for 10 seconds.”

—Really?

—Extreme.

—Lock.

—Hehehehe.

—[This comment has been blocked]

—You’re throwing it right away.

—lolololol.

—You said you’d let me see it? 

—Come here, both of you!

—What kind of person is the father who has such a wife and daughter?

—G.G. if you’re envious.

—Damn, I’m so envious.

—I’ve never seen a family where parents just let it go when they’re streaming and playing Lock at 3 am…

—Mother is really cool.

I looked through the chat window and immediately banned the ones that crossed the line for three days.

—Kyaaak.

—Someone died.

—You said it was okay, you b*tch!

“Oh dear. I don’t know, but my mother says no.”

How would she know when she went to sleep, you ask?

Parents always know.

Anyway, with the comment window cleaner than a little while ago, I started the last game before the end of the broadcast.

As soon as the portraits of ten people appeared on the screen, I checked the nicknames.

“There are some familiar faces again.”

—lol.

—I’m going to memorize those three names.

—Really vicious guys lolol.

—Still, this time there’s only one support troll.

I can’t fathom what kind of life people who are Master on their main accounts and bring their smurf accounts to harass a middle school student until 3 am are living, but I don’t need to pay more attention to them.

“…You f*ckers.”

But not buying a support item and coming to mid to eat cs is crossing the line.

“You shameless bastards!”

I got a new life, and I tried to live calmly without swearing, lest I get any bad luck, but these guys are trying to bring my personality back to the old days.

—lololololol.

—If you run away with your main account, it’s over~.

—The troll concentration is so high because it’s the last game.

—Still, she didn’t go top Heimer, cheers.

—(Scary fact) The streamer carried that game too and dragged it to victory.

—But is there a way to do that? I don’t know about other things, but the experience difference is a bit big.

Anyway, they’re not the type to listen to words, so I pretended to be angry and pressed the recall button.

Of course, within a narrow range where I could just eat the experience.

And just before the minions all burned. I rushed to the opponent champion who was pushing the lane with a smile.

And without even giving the support time to get an assist, I got a solo kill in an instant.

—?????

—Is that a kill angle?

—This guy is really good at assassin bruisers.

—It’s a kill even without Ignite.

—The mid matchup is bad, but losing more than half of your HP from the beginning is a bit too much.

Just before both of them reached level 3.

I got a kill in an instant when the HP pool itself was still squishy.

“Since you two are duo, it’s obvious that you’ll go forward if I fall back, right?”

And when I recalled home, the two of them were excited and didn’t even think about counterattacking, whether it was voice chat or something.

That’s the result.

I cleanly last-hit the next wave, considering the skills and attack power of our support, and spent the minion gold, and then teleported to bot.

“Mr. Support F*cker, play in mid.”

Fortunately, the champion I chose is an assassin who can cross walls without cooldown.

So it’s a bit early, but I have to play according to the champion’s reason for existence.

[ True -> Flash forward Flash backward ]

[ Durang -> Heimerdinger goes home ]

Fortunately, the AD carry is a normal person, so he was having a hard time laning without a support, and when I came to roam, he was excited and responded to my initiation, and at the same time, our team’s support went to the US and the opponent’s bot lane, who was pushing the lane without thinking, gave up kills.

“I’m going top this time.”

I didn’t care if it was stream sniping or whatever.

What I have to do now is get kills.

So that the opponent doesn’t even think about going to the mid-late game.

Overwhelmingly.

[The opposing team surrendered with 3 votes in favor and 2 votes against.]

The moment this sentence appeared in the chat window, I pressed the Flash I had saved.

And right after that, the camera angle quickly moved to the opponent’s base, and then the opponent’s base exploded.

And when I pressed the confirmation button under the victory that appeared, the Platinum emblem that popped out started to change.

It’s a brilliant Diamond emblem.

“F…u….ck…!.”

I did it.

Before the champion’s expiration date, I managed to break the spirit of the opponents except for the two trolls and received a surrender.

If it had dragged on even a little longer, it would have been time for the opposing team, which had high value, to start showing their strength, but anyway, that didn’t happen.

I managed to beat the trolls.

“I’ve been through so much…”

And at this point, regardless of the tier, there is a sense of accomplishment.

—Congratulations.

—Congratulations.

—You did it!

—Wow.

—Crazy girl…crazy girl…

—She did this until 3:30 in the morning.

—Only a week from Silver to Diamond.

—G.G. if you’re a Lock bro feeling a sense of shame.

—Is that…talent?

But before I could be happier, I had something to do.

—?????

—lolololol.

—This is it.

—Wow lololol.

—Just no hesitation itself.

You guys started it first.

I’m just defending myself.