Chapter 0 - Prologue
“Hey, have you heard that rumor?”
“What rumor?”
“The rumor that Solomon’s Devil has finally been discharged.”
“Really? That man has been discharged?”
“Yes. I heard he’s returning to his homeland, Korea. He’s even giving up our citizenship.”
“That’s a shame. That man alone was equivalent to a company-level force.”
“I wonder what a devil who took 500 lives in the last 3 years will do back in his homeland.”
“Indeed. Maybe he’ll join a security company or a PMC? He’s a war hero who even received a medal of honor.”
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[LonelySniper – Thank you for the 10,000 won donation]
-Will you try Sniper mode after a long time?
Reading the message that appeared along with the cheerful donation notification, I raised my middle finger towards the camera.
“Go eat shit. Don’t make me recall those fucking memories.”
Trying to make me play that boring shithead mode.
A fucked-up mode where you carry a sniper rifle that can send each other to Valhalla in one shot on a wide map.
I guarantee you, among my experiences on the battlefield, there are no good memories about snipers.
I lowered my stiffly raised middle finger and looked back at the mode selection screen.
Meanwhile, the chat was rapidly filling up with viewers’ reactions.
-PTSD ON!
-Ah lol shitheads stay out lol
-What fucking memories is he talking about?
-Probably memories of being sniped on the battlefield
-What battlefield?
-This guy is a veteran of the 5th Middle East War
-??
-Is that a lie?
-No, he showed photo proof last time
[LonelySniper – Thank you for the 50,000 won donation]
-Please sniper mode please sniper mode please
“Why on earth do you want me to play a mode where shitheads run rampant? Are you trying to snipe me?”
Just as I was about to declare in annoyance that I would absolutely not play Sniper mode,
[LonelySniper – Thank you for the 100,000 won donation]
-Here’s a bribe
“Oh my, LonelySniper, thank you for the 100,000 won donation!! I’ll enter Sniper mode right away!!”
The body moves faster than the mind.
Before my brain could process, my body had already stood up and was doing a full bow.
As my t-shirt slipped down revealing a bit of bare skin, the chat caught fire.
-Ooh, let’s see that back
-I see it!!! A man’s smooth back!!! Four-wheel drive!!!
-Hnnng oppa my lower body feels weird
-How can these crazy bitches see anything with such shitty cam resolution…
-You can see it with the eyes of your heart
-Look at that quick change of attitude lololol
-He’s been bought;;
-Money is the best!!
-It’s thrilling!!
-Always fresh!!
-For real, money whore lololol
-For real lol
-For real lol
“Money whore, you say! I’m just a retired soldier struggling with living expenses!”
Who would have thought that I, who used to kill people on the battlefield, would become a streamer in a gender-reversed world.
[LonelySniper – Thank you for the 50,000 won donation]
-Let’s hurry and go in
“Ah!!! Of course!!!”
Well, whatever.
It’s a bit embarrassing and tiring, but money gets duplicated.
My income from streaming activities is more than the salary Solomon sent me while I was fighting.
The reward for reacting enthusiastically while playing virtual reality games is greater than the reward for risking my life fighting in reality.
What a fucking world.