Gender Swap: The Introvert’s Broadcast

Being a director isn’t easy, to say the least.
Especially when you’re also playing as one of the team members.
So, I don’t think I can be fully blamed for the missteps in the second set.
"One loss isn’t a big deal, so let’s calm down and give it our best, everyone."

[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: This is your fault.]
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: We lost because of you, loser, lol.]
[Lost because of yourself, lolololol.]
[Kang Hoomin: It’s fine to lose once (it’s your fault anyway).]
[Hwanhee: But let’s be honest, without Dama, we wouldn’t have made it this far.]
[Shut up, idiot. Is that really what’s important right now? We need to trash talk, not point out facts.]
Maybe it was because of the defeat, but the burden seemed to have lifted a little.
It felt like I stopped obsessing over the idea of avoiding mistakes.
With that lightened mindset, I prepared for the next set.
"Oddly enough, losing one game feels refreshing. Clears the mind. No one’s perfect all the time."

[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: Wow, the self-consolation is unreal here.]
[Kang Hoomin: What’s unreal? Hehehe.]
[Ew.]
[Can’t someone moderate the chat for harassment?]
[The manager is doing it, so how can it be moderated?]
[Hwanhee: Let’s win the next game!]
[Wasn’t that the first loss of this tournament?]
[Let’s just say the second set was a strategic throw, lol.]
Self-suggestions like that really made the game flow better.
I felt like I could win anything now.
With that thought, I jumped into the next match.
"This time, let’s lock in a clear composition so there’s no mental block."

The previous game felt like a mess, maybe because I focused too much on random things. This time, I thought I could do better.
If I focused on one thing, it shouldn’t be that hard.
With that in mind, I spoke up.
"Let’s go Leona right away. Don’t even glance at other champions."
There were other support champions, but Leona was the best fit for Rimaldo.
It didn’t require overly complicated controls.
Of course, if you got into advanced mechanics, it could get tricky, but that wasn’t the point.

[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: Giving Leona to the weak link, good call.]
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: Actually, not bad.]
[Oh no, don’t call it a weak link; it’s a sinkhole.]
[Calling it a weak link makes it sound like they’re just kind of bad.]
[Kang Hoomin: Rimaldo just can’t handle Leona properly, lol.]
[Support Leona is the only champ where they can somewhat pull their weight.]
[The surprising part is other team supports can’t even pull their weight with Leona.]
[Hwanhee: Support play in general is just tragic across the board.]
After picking Leona, I immediately chose the next pick based on the opponents’ choices.
"Let’s grab Sylas."

I had no intention of giving it to Parsley.
Obviously, I was going to use it myself.
Sure, Parsley was decent with Sylas, but that didn’t matter.
If we wanted to carry, it had to be me.
"And for the next pick... should we stick to what we practiced?"
It was time to start building the foundation of the game plan. Immediately—

"Ah, yes!!!"
Mid Sion.
A tank famous for being unkillable.
Its passive allowed it to stack health endlessly.
It was an excellent choice for lower-tier players to use, as long as they had hands.
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: Sion is perfect for the weak link.]
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: This raises our chances of winning.]
[Parsley is just weak enough to be a good fit for it.]
[At least it’s not a sinkhole, lol.]
[Kang Hoomin: Don’t even think about comparing Rimaldo to Parsley...]
[Comparing those two is just, lol.]
[Both are just passengers on the carry bus.]
[The key point is that Rimaldo doesn’t just ride the bus but actively strangles the driver mid-ride.]
[Even if you drive perfectly, they’ll still choke and threaten you, lol.]
We finished the picks and bans after some back and forth.

"Perfect draft."
That summed it up nicely.
We had enough damage, and I was perfectly set to carry.
The tank line was solid too.
"This draft looks really good!!"
"Totally agree."

Even Kang Hoomin, who usually kept quiet, chimed in.
It wasn’t an exaggeration, either. Objectively, it was a strong draft.
As long as we didn’t jinx it, we’d be fine.
With that thought, the game began.
How much time had passed?
The results of the third set were finally in.
[Victory!]

As expected, it was an overwhelming win for Team Dama.
I didn’t feel particularly happy, though.
I wasn’t even entertaining the possibility of losing, so my mind was already preoccupied with planning how to win the next game.
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: When the draft is this good, the game’s already decided.]
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: It’s like the opponents didn’t even stand a chance, lol.]
[This is it, mm-hmm.]
[Kang Hoomin: This basically guarantees our championship win, doesn’t it?]
[Kang Hoomin: How’s the other team going to draft against this next game, lol?]
[lololol]
[If we win, can I get 10,000 won? If we win, can I get 10,000 won? If we win, can I get 10,000 won?]
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[The audacity to beg before we even win, lol.]
[The begging is next-level cringe, lol.]
With the other team members, we started discussing our draft for the final set.
We all agreed there wouldn’t be a fifth game.
With that confidence, we carefully refined our strategies to create the perfect draft.

‘Pick champions we’re confident with. Skip the ones we’re not.’
What surprised me most was Rimaldo’s attitude.
I never thought he’d participate so actively.
Based on what I’d seen in his streams, I thought he’d just sit back, play games, and collect donations. Seeing him put in this much effort was unexpected.
"Rimaldo, you’re putting in a lot of effort."
"Ah, well... There’s money on the line. And it’s not a small amount."

[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: Then how about putting in effort regularly, you useless ***?]
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: The guy who streams for an hour and dips after raking in donations is suddenly acting all responsible, lol.]
[Kang Hoomin: Why is everyone so angry? Calm down.]
[Do we look like we can calm down, lol?]
[We absolutely can’t calm down, no matter what.]
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[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: If you can’t calm down, just get banned.]
[Hwanhee: Gasp.]
As I complimented Rimaldo, the manager joined the Discord call and announced the start of the fourth set.
The tension was palpable.
"Ugh... this is nerve-wracking."

I had told myself I wouldn’t be nervous, but this situation was making it hard to stay calm.
Was I this excited because the thought of winning a million won per person was so thrilling?
As these scattered thoughts ran through my mind, we began drafting for the fourth set.
"Let’s pick this, and then... this one here."
The process went smoothly.
There were no hiccups.
And after a short while—

"Done."
The draft was complete.
At that moment, a thought crossed my mind.
‘We’re almost guaranteed to win.’

It wasn’t arrogance.
It was justified confidence.
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: The draft is phenomenal.]
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: So the second game was just a minor blip, huh?]
[That “blip” was a bit extreme, though, lol.]
[Extreme blip, lolol.]
[Kang Hoomin: Thinking about the second game now is just hilarious.]
[Kang Hoomin: Messed up the draft because of a brain fart, lol.]
[For real, lol.]
I turned to my teammates and spoke up.

"Let’s not think about losing. Give it your all, everyone."
"Uh, but... didn’t you say earlier that it’s okay to lose once?"
"That was poetic license."
"Poetic license doesn’t really apply in this context, does it...?"
"Hush. Let’s just play the game."
"Yes, sir!"
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: Parsley just gets bullied non-stop.]
[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: Total gangster behavior, lol.]
[Parsley is like the team’s punching bag. Always grateful for your complaints, Parsley...]
[Kang Hoomin: Punching bag sounds harsh. Let’s call it the “stress outlet,” lol.]
["Stress outlet," hehehe...]
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[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: Enough with the harassment, seriously.]
[Whoa, lol.]
[Let’s at least cut the harassment, okay?]
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[🗡️Omnipotent Cthulhu: Also, no backseat gaming.]
With the team in sync, we launched into the fourth set.
My champion was Nidalee, a pick designed for early dominance.
The enemy jungler wasn’t particularly strong in counter-jungling, either.

‘I really have to perform well this time.’
There was no room for error.
Resolving to stay focused, I began pressuring the opponent’s jungle, leaving them no room to breathe.