NOVEL WEB chapter 107
In the world of trolls, Magia was an irregularity.
In most cases, trolls could be categorized into one of two states:
Already banned.
About to be banned.
And that rule applied even in Momo’s streams.
So, before Magia was hired as a manager, those who had been watching her relentless stream-sniping and toxic chat messages thought the same thing:
"That signal flare’s gonna get sniped soon."
"Just watching this is making me nervous."
But—
Surprise.
The night of Momo’s drinking stream, she finally snapped and went off on Magia.
And after what seemed like a private discussion, Magia’s Pazijik username, ‘IiIIlliiIIlliiIIll,’ suddenly appeared on the manager list.
Everything changed overnight.
Before, people who pushed the boundaries of trolling managed to survive in the flood of fast-moving chat.
But suddenly, if anyone crossed the line—immediate ban notice.
Even weeks-old chat messages got reviewed and banned retroactively.
Some tried to argue about it—
But ultimately, they gave up.
Because they realized: they had messed with the wrong lunatic.
The Reason Behind It
Momo always enjoyed bantering with viewers, so she had given previous managers a lot of leeway.
But that leniency sometimes led to situations where she got overwhelmed and ended streams early.
And Magia—
As seen in her own past toxic chat messages, she might have been a troll, but she hated it when streamers ended early.
Thus began the unspoken battle in Momo’s stream:
The Anti-Stream-Ending Defense War.
Trolls continued to mess around as usual, but Magia would instantly blind or ban anyone who went too far—keeping Momo’s mental state intact.
It was, in a way, a perfect case study of how a manager should navigate the fine line between strict moderation and allowing natural banter—especially for a streamer like Momo, who treated fans like friends.
The Revenge Plot
However—
Among the trolls, some were also stream-snipers.
And ever since Magia became a manager, they had been waiting for their chance to get revenge.
Sure, having Momo stream longer was great and all—
But did she really have to ban them for 10 minutes whenever they stepped over the line?
They had to constantly switch accounts—it was a minor inconvenience, but an inconvenience nonetheless.
And so, many of them had gathered in Magia’s own gallery.
All waiting for the day she would debut.
So they could snipe her and ruin her experience.
Magia Mini Gallery
[Magia’s getting destroyed today.]
(Come at me, bro)
"There’s no way she wins a 2v87. 😂"
"She’s gonna sing for two hours and get a debut truck sent to her house."
[Comments]
Magia930: The sign-ups for viewer matches are gonna be insane LOL
Magia385: Harder than registering for classes. 🤣
Magia021: How many people are planning to stream-snipe? 😂
Magia021: Has she always been this much of a target?
Magia404: Only for trolls lol
Magia021: Ah, got it.
🟧Magia1: BTW, there’s a bounty for killing Magia in the event.
Magia598 (OP): Thanks.
🟧Magia1: (Wink)
As soon as the “Kill Magia Tournament” was announced, the gallery exploded.
Dozens—no, hundreds of people rushed to submit their sign-ups.
All hoping to crush Magia’s skull in Battle Colosseum and win the 50,000-won delivery gift card.
The scale of it was absurd.
At this rate—
More than half of the 87 players fighting Magia might end up being stream-snipers.
This was their chance.
To finally put Magia in her place.
***
Meanwhile, Magia wasn’t just being targeted by outside trolls—there were also people within Parallel who had a score to settle.
“This time, we’re gonna take her down.”
Leading the charge? Maru and the rest of the first-gen members, Another.
After getting tricked over and over—during the anniversary trip, in every bet, in every match—they couldn’t just let this opportunity slip by.
“Good idea. We have to crush her.”
“But can we even queue-snipe her?”
“Magia~ it’s gonna be hard even getting into the match~.”
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“Yeah, but we won’t know unless we try! Just think of it like course registration!”
“…Course what? The hell are you talking about, you nerd?”
“Course registration?”
That was when Maru realized—she was the only one among them who had ever set foot in a university.
“…Forget course registration. Think of it like ticketing. The kind where the competition is absolutely insane.”
With Momo also participating, this was the perfect chance to get revenge on both Magia and the CEO.
Their determination was unmatched.
But their enthusiasm ended up backfiring.
All four of them took the day off from streaming—just to # Nоvеlight # queue-snipe Magia.
[🔴Live] Defeat Magia! 👪 32,227 viewers
#BattleColosseum #Parallel #Momo
Since Momo was supposed to participate off-stream, they had estimated around 15,000 viewers.
Instead, the numbers more than doubled—hitting 32,000.
Which meant the competition to enter the match had also doubled.
And that…
Was a disaster for the stream-snipers.
[Wait, why are there so many people?]
[First-gens all took the day off, that’s why.]
Originally, out of the 90 players, they had expected half to be Diamond-tier players aiming to take Magia down.
[Check who got in.]
[…What? Only 20 made it in?]
Less than half of their expected numbers.
Since the lobby required a password hint, no matter how fast their hands were, it was still a bottleneck.
The goal was to form alliances—the more people ganging up on Magia, the better.
But this?
Could they even stop her at this rate?
[There aren’t enough of us. Are we good?]
[It’s fine. We’ve got enough people watching the stream and feeding info.]
After all, they had organized this last night in a TalkCord server—a proper, structured plan to corner Magia.
Even though more people were outside the game than inside,
Having eyes on Magia was never a bad thing.
Because all they needed was to track her location.
As long as they knew where she was,
She wouldn’t be able to escape.
The Plan
Today’s sniper-in-chief, Kim, gave the order.
“There are ten matches. Let’s just make sure she doesn’t win a single one.”
“All we need is her location. No matter how good Magia is, she can’t escape if we all swarm her.”
[What if she just throws smokes and stalls?]
“Her smokes aren’t unlimited. And listen up—
None of us are allowed to bring smokes.
Tell your teammates not to pick them up, either.”
[Got it.]
[Understood.]
Smokes were too versatile of an item.
If anyone carrying one died to Magia,
She’d just pick them up and stall even longer.
If they trapped her, they had to finish her cleanly—no smokes, no escape routes.
The Battlefield Was Set.
63 snipers & viewers vs. Magia & Momo.
Would they stop her, or would she win anyway?
Everyone had Magia’s stream open on a second monitor, watching the countdown together.
[3, 2, 1—match starting.]
A click sound from the stream.
A brief loading screen.
Then—
A plane carrying all 89 players, flying from southeast to northwest.
Everyone stared at the screen, waiting—
For the exact moment Magia jumped off the plane.
Some even enlarged the minimap section of her stream, zooming in.
Alright.
Jump, Magia.
Where are you landing?
How are you planning to loot?
Wherever you land… is about to become hell.
—?
—WTF
—LOLOLOLOL
—Oh, for f*ck’s sake
—HAHAHAHAHA
—I CAN’T SEE SH*T
—YOU CRAZY B*TCH LMAO
—ARE YOU INSANE
“…What the f*ck.”
Right before Magia jumped out of the plane—
Suddenly—
The entire screen was splattered with paint.
Nearly everything got covered.
What appeared in its place?
High-quality, full-screen images of Another’s new outfits—
Screenshots from their post-reveal streams, striking cute poses.
Each of the four corners of the stream was occupied by a massive, high-resolution image of a first-gen member.
The minimap?
Gone.
Her position?
Completely hidden.
All that was visible?
The center crosshair.
The chat exploded in outrage.
[This event was meant to celebrate Another’s new outfits. You remember that, right? So I prepared accordingly.]
—???
—Excuse me?
—Wha—What the—
[If you want to see my screen, you’ll need to guess the pre-set password—any number between 1,000 and 9,999—and send it in a donation. If you guess correctly, you’ll also win a merch package. Check the pinned message for details.]
—LMAOOOOOO
—SHE’S SCAMMING US WTF
—GODDAMMIT SHOW THE SCREEN
—I DID NOT EXPECT THIS
—MOMO GO LIVE PLS
Kim sighed and spoke into the sniper voice chat.
“Alright. The screen’s blocked by the illustrations, but there are some gaps. Anyone watching the stream—try to gather info through those.”
[Got it.]
[Not easy, but we’ll try.]
“For now, just hunt anyone NOT wearing a hat.”
All the viewers who joined the match had customized themselves with Santa hats,
So it was easy to recognize teammates.
Anyone not wearing one?
Fair game.
While everyone focused on watching players jump,
A voice crackled through the comms.
[MAGIA JUMPED!]
Half of the snipers immediately jumped out of the plane.
But something was wrong.
None of the players they landed with were hatless.
[Wait, what?]
[She’s not here?!]
[Who said that?]
Then, seconds later—
A single player jumped out of the plane.
Kim saw the bouncing pigtails and felt dread crawl up his spine.
Crazy Shot.
‘…No way.’
The voice that called out Magia’s jump?
There was something off about it.
The tone, the mic quality.
Could it be—?
Had Magia infiltrated their sniper voice chat?
No time to think.
She was already on the ground.
“No, now! She just dropped! MAGIA JUST JUMPED! GO, GO, GO!”
[Let’s go!]
[CHASE HER!!]
In the end—
Only ten snipers managed to land with Magia.
An additional fifteen regular viewers had also dropped nearby,
But they were less of a threat and more like fuel for the fire.
If they didn’t take her out quickly, she would simply wipe them out, steal their loot, and go on a rampage.
Like a zombie virus that kept spreading unless dealt with immediately,
Every kill she secured would only make her stronger.
This round was a complete failure.
Kim’s mind raced.
He knew his top priority.
Before anything else,
He had to flush out Magia from the TalkCord server.
As long as she remained inside,
She would keep leaking their plans.
He quickly sent a DM to his right-hand man,
A fellow sniper known as Magia369 in the Magia Gallery.
[👑Magia404: 369, you there?]
[👑Magia404: Magia is hiding in our chat.]
[👑Magia404: Are you in the match right now?]
[Magia369: No, I didn’t get in.]
[👑Magia404: Then please kick her out.]
[Magia369: On it.]
A few minutes later, a message appeared in the server:
- Magia509 has been removed by an administrator.
Kim grinned in triumph.
No matter how sneaky she tried to be,
Matching usernames against the player list would always expose her.
She might be a troll king,
But they were a troll army.
[Magia369: Chaos neutralized.]
[Magia369: Let’s keep going.]
[Magia369: (Chimpanzee emote)]
But There Was One Problem.
Magia wasn’t just some random troll.
She was the head mod of her own Mini Gallery.
Which meant—
She had multiple backup accounts.
So, out of the 63 remaining snipers (-1)...
How many of them were actually real?
And how many were her?