My Favorite Has Started A Live Broadcast!

‘Baraa has started a live broadcast!’

– Want to play a game?

Click, click—

In the black screen of the broadcast, with no webcam on and only the faint sound of mouse clicks, over 700 people had gathered. The pull of a Sunday evening was undeniably strong, and since it had been a while since Baraa had streamed a game, the viewers kept increasing steadily. Eventually, the stream even reached Twitch’s main page, causing the viewership to grow continuously.

Click—

With a mouse click, the black screen shifted to reveal a blue desktop background. The mouse moved in a circular motion, as if waiting for something, but no voice came from Baraa.

“…Ahem… Hello…”

Those who had watched the broadcast a few hours earlier noticed that Baraa’s voice sounded noticeably worse, and they were concerned.

“…I’m… ahem… ugh…”

Clatter—

There was a faint clinking sound, the sound of water being drunk, then another clink. After a moment, Baraa moved the circling mouse and opened Notepad.

-???

-Is that all?

=Hello. I… I don’t think I’ll be able to talk much today because my voice isn’t in good shape.

– Did you take medicine?? Did you go to the doctor?>

=I took some medicine earlier. Hopefully, I’ll feel better soon. So, what should we play today?

Leaving Notepad open, Baraa started circling the mouse again, waiting for the viewers’ suggestions.

The viewers recommended dozens of games, ranging from well-known games to obscure ones only a few people knew. Baraa, still silent, looked at the chat before moving the circling mouse again.

Click, click—

When she opened a folder labeled ‘Games,’ there were only a few titles inside. At the top was Lesik, followed by some rhythm games and a couple of popular FPS games.

=Pick from one of these.

The audience didn’t have too many differing opinions. Although many viewers had come for Baraa’s voice and appearance, a substantial number were there for her gameplay. Her reactions were lightning-fast, and her aim, which often landed precisely on the head, was impressive even for professionals. Most viewers wanted her to play Lesik. Though some requested other games, the choice was overwhelmingly in favor of Lesik, so Baraa quietly launched it.

“…Oh…”

As she waited for the game to start, Baraa spun the mouse in circles. After about two minutes, the familiar background music and screen appeared, and her voice slipped out faintly.

Alpha Pack.

These packs, earned by completing missions or during events, provided various accessories, weapon skins, and operator skins. Baraa quickly opened an Alpha Pack that she hadn’t seen in a while.

A colorful weapon skin emerged from the pack with a fizzing sound.

The weapon was a shotgun—the shotgun of Amarung, which was widely regarded as one of the worst.

“…Wow… a carp…”

The skin featured a tasteful blend of white and red colors, living up to its nickname. Although Baraa couldn’t see, the viewers’ reactions were similar.

– Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

– Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

– Ha.

“…”

Baraa spun her mouse in circles again, equipped the skin, and quickly started a match.

“If I… if I win this… I’ll be Platinum 1…”

“…Café…”

The match took place on Café, a map suitable for a promotion to Platinum 1. I quickly cast my ban.

The first round was on defense, and the location was the third floor.

Given the spacious map, I thought I could play well with Caveira. However, I wasn’t able to pick her.

“They took her…”

Since someone on my team had already picked Caveira, I needed to defend.

Hmm…

I chose Maestro, the go-to operator for solid defense. Equipped with an 80-round LMG and two deployable cameras that could shoot lasers, Maestro was a powerhouse for defense, and the game began.

As the game started, I prepared a hiding spot where I could check my phone. I rushed to a corner on the third floor to set up reinforced walls and deploy cameras. With the six-shot revolver drawn to speed up my movement, I dashed forward.

I placed one camera near the red stairs, where enemies could come from lower floors, and another in the large piano room, which had many windows and was prone to rappelling. Afterward, I moved to my safe hiding spot, destroying one or two stray drones along the way.

Once the game started, I quickly got to work. I settled into a corner of the site, checked the external CCTV with my phone, and rotated the cameras to locate the enemies.

Four enemies were spotted at the front entrance on the first floor. They began breaking through the cameras and barricades as they climbed the stairs. We had one roamer and four defenders. Although I wasn’t sure where the roamer was, if the enemies advanced as expected, my position would be dangerous. If they reached the second floor and discovered my location, I was likely to die. I immediately pinged the enemies, lowered my phone, and prepared to move.

Rustle—

Ratatatatatatata—

Just as I stood up to move, a sound came from the window, and I fired my heavy gun toward it. The kill log appeared, and enemies on the second floor began shooting at me.

But their bullets were blocked by the reinforced wall I had set up earlier, and I quickly sprinted during their reload.

“…”

One enemy seemed to predict my escape route, nearly incapacitating me before I managed to reach safety. With single-digit health left, I was as good as dead if hit by a bullet or even grazed by a grenade. I hid behind a long table and checked my phone again.

As I quietly reactivated the camera, I saw my team trying to stop the incoming enemies by throwing grenades and shooting. However, the enemy’s Montagne, equipped with a shield, ignored the resistance and continued advancing. It seemed like my help was needed.

I stowed my phone, moved toward my team despite my dwindling health, and created an escape route by blowing up an intact wall with a grenade. My wounded teammates retreated to the site for cover while I lay prone and aimed my scope.

Ratatatatata—

Suddenly, my LMG’s barrage held the enemies at bay, with each of them seemingly waiting for my magazine to run dry. I kept firing until only about 75 rounds remained.

As my bullets ceased, the enemy team advanced with Montagne in the lead, making a crucial mistake.

Ratatata—

Although Montagne’s shield was large, it couldn’t cover the heads of all three enemies. I aimed at the barely visible head and pulled the trigger, killing one.

Click—

Out of bullets, I quickly crawled back and began a lengthy reload.

“Caveira would…”

At this moment, I realized that if Caveira could attack the enemy’s rear, we could secure an easy victory in the first round. But she was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh.”

What? When did she die?

Frustrated with the Caveira who had taken my role but achieved nothing, I continued the standoff.

The standoff dragged on. Every time I tried to reposition, Montagne would mockingly restrict my movement, and sporadic bullets kept flying my way. Though the enemy’s bullets seemed to be running low, so were mine. After several minutes of this standoff, I had about 30 bullets left and less than 20 seconds on the clock.

The enemy team was likely preparing to make a move.

-! -! -!

Suddenly, urgent yellow and red pings appeared, marking the camera near the red stairs I had set up.

Whirr… Bang, bang, bang!

As I tried to return to the site, a flash went off in the distance, instantly taking down two teammates who were guarding the site.

Whether it was coordinated over mics or not, the remaining enemies stormed in all at once. Montagne lowered his shield and attempted to push closer to my teammates, but our team managed to take him down, only for the enemy behind him to eliminate them.

Ratatatatata—

I managed to kill the enemy trying to enter the site, but only about 20 bullets remained.

To make matters worse,

The defuser was planted.

Although my team tried to locate the enemy using the remaining cameras, they were all destroyed in moments. I moved cautiously, trying not to expose my location.

An ominous red message popped up, indicating my location had been revealed.

I looked back to find an undetected drone behind me.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Bullets flew my way, and I returned fire, determined to turn the tide. Thankfully, the bullets were stopped by a table, but I heard a faint click—the gun wouldn’t fire. I quickly took out my knife to destroy the drone and drew my six-shot revolver.

With around 20 seconds left, I had to kill the enemy and disarm the defuser fast.

I fired the revolver in a measured rhythm to keep the enemy, hiding behind a pillar, on edge. I didn’t hear any movement, meaning the enemy was about five meters away. I had one bullet left, and 13 seconds remaining.

I steadied my aim, inhaling deeply.

“Hoo…”

Click—

As I leaned slightly to the left, I pulled the trigger.

Bang!