Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

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The monsters thought.
There would be no next chance.
"The Silent Swordsman lost her arm!"
"Kill that monster!"
The Fourth Faction of the Oho Generals, charging with the final assault to kill just one person.

"My lord!!"
"Come over here quickly!!"
Despite the call, she did not turn her back.
She tightened the muscles in her arm, applying pressure to stop the bleeding.
She retrieved her severed hand and took a stance with her sword.
It was different this time from when she had lost her arm before.
She was no longer a fugitive.

Boom!
With a violent clash, several dozen monsters were thrown back.
It was as though the space, once filled with chaotic brushstrokes, had been wiped clean by an eraser.
The small area was just the beginning.
"Th-this is a lie..."
"Her right arm... it got cut off..."
"Why isn’t she getting weaker...?"

The monsters, unable to find the answer, all fell.
The Silent Swordsman, like a crushing machine, stepped forward, and the rate at which her enemies fell increased.
One step.
Another step.
As her steps grew lighter, the area of slaughter expanded.
To the workers watching from the city walls, it looked terrifying.
"She’s pushing further into the enemy’s lines."
The concern that she would fall into despair after losing her arm proved unnecessary, as she fought even fiercer than before.
A huge line dividing the battlefield stretched outward from her.
Thanks to this, those who came to rescue her, including Tutta and the generals, had their faces drained of color, but it was already too late to feel sympathy for those chasing her.
A brief wait.
Was there time to indulge in such luxuries when she had already lost an arm?

"It’s harder to chase her now."
The workers’ eyes turned to something strange.
They had seen strange humans before.
They had seen many powerful monsters before.
Yet, this human…
This monstrous strength…
It was different from every other loser they had seen so far.
"Is she really human?"

Silent, the elite commander Nine appeared atop the city walls. Even though her presence was sudden, the worker wasn’t startled.
"Won’t you join the fight?"
"My subordinates have gone."
"The special forces might be upset. Your commander is hiding while you fight with one arm missing."
Nine glared at the worker.
Her eyes, revealed through the bandages, glistened with a dull, yet sharp emotion.

"You, what’s your real identity?"
"As you see, I’m just a worker."
"Cut the crap. Why are you pretending to be weak?"
"Isn’t that the same for both of us?"
"Your eyes are sharp. It’s unsettling, honestly."
From the moment she spoke of her techniques to the human commander, she had suspected something.
That was no ordinary half-beast.
"There’s no need to be so tense. I just… know a bit more than others."
No answer came from pressing her further.
Nine’s gaze returned to the battlefield.
A red line crossed the entire field.
The line, stained with the blood and corpses of the monsters, expanded in real-time.

"Even the Oho Generals’ power is something she can handle with just one arm... It’s hard to believe, but I think that strange worker is the least problematic compared to that human."
Kama Itachi.
A scythe-wielding weasel demon.
The wind from the Oho Generals’ blades was swept away purely by the force of the Silent Swordsman’s sword pressure.
Kelpie.
Seahorse General.
The remaining two Oho Generals.
The long stalk of the water-floating monster flew through a millisecond of time, but the Silent Swordsman’s sword never missed.
1v2.
The Silent Swordsman recreated the overwhelming strength shown by the Crocodile General against the Oho Generals.
Before any reinforcements could join, the tide of the battle turned without even a chance for surprise.

"Zipper tactics. To stop multi-phase attacks with just one person’s power…"
This wasn’t just ordinary Zipper tactics.
It was a high-level war, combining commander battles and continuous boss hunts.
After over a dozen exchanges, Kama Itachi’s head fell, and the sword was driven into the fleeing Seahorse General’s back.
Her purple eyes, glowing like a sinister flower.
The purple sword energy, cutting down enemies, trailing like a soft, graceful curve.
Closer to a monster than a human.
"Self-admiring woman."

Yes, she was not human.
If anything, the term "self-admiring woman" would fit her best.
‘It’s over.’
The winner of the battlefield had already been decided.
No one could stop the flower that bloomed, and with the loss of all five generals, the army had no chance to turn the war around.
Nine turned her back.
To follow the will of the White Spirit General, she needed to look beyond this.
The Silent Swordsman, with her blossomed talent.
The monster that grew even stronger.
But how long could this talent last?

The hibiscus blooms in a day and withers.
The red flower does not last ten days.
How long can the purple flower, the Silent Swordsman, last?
[Oho Generals’ final assault has been stopped.]
[Oho Generals’ continuous hunt completed.]
Cheers erupted through the fortress.
Boom. Boom.
The sound of triumph grew as the cheers multiplied.

‘No flower blooms forever, but at least today isn’t the day it withers.’
Nine, trying hard to clear her complicated thoughts, descended from the walls.
Meanwhile, the worker, who had been responding with casual remarks, had a much more serious expression.
‘A lifeless imitation will only bloom forever. Silent Swordsman. Can you be different?’
Can a flower that bloomed in the world of predetermined harmony truly be called a living flower?

[Sudden Event: Survived the Oho Generals’ final assault without dying. (Achieved)]
[Successfully withstood the Oho Generals’ final assault without using traps. (Achieved)]
[Defeated all Oho Generals. (Achieved)]
[Turning Point]
[Wiped out the Oho Generals’ forces with a direct assault. (Achieved)]
[Clear Rank SSS]
[Hunt Rank SSS]
[Challenge Rank SSS]
[Total Rank 10★/3★(+700%)]

[TOWARDS THE LEGEND]
[The Great Demon begins the "Feast Journey."]
[The White Spirit General begins "The Struggle for Survival."]
[WARNING! WARNING!]
[Strong signs of historical change have been detected. (3/3)]
[All critical turning points have been triggered. The planned outcome of Ban-Yo-Gok may change. Do not give up on the impossible challenge.]
The flower of possibility has already bloomed.
The workers in the game didn’t see it.
Predetermined harmony.
Harmony’s plan.
When the possibility, born in an unchanging world, truly blooms, Ban-Yo-Gok may face an ending of a different kind.

[▶Game Over.]
[▶Silent Swordsman has ended the stream.]
But today’s change ends here.
The world the player stopped in holds no future.
Frozen time, frozen in gray.
The great game stops, and the stage falls into darkness.
Waiting for the player to step back onto the stage once more.
 
Even after the stream ended, the rage of the Space Miasma didn’t stir.
It was an unusually calm reaction from the Silent Swordsman’s viewers.

"Can you move your arm well?"
Twisting her wrist, elbow, and forearm, Ha Eung Eung moved her entire right arm slowly, as though checking its range of motion.
Once she confirmed it, Eve, Lee So-hye, and Joo Ah-young let out a sigh of relief.
"Be careful. Sometimes injuries from the game can cause lasting effects in real life. If you notice any symptoms, get treatment immediately to avoid problems."
"Right, unni. You need to take extra care of your health."
"Sister Ha Eung Eung, let me know if you feel any weird sensations in your right arm."

Ha Eung Eung drew an X with both hands, her face sour, causing Eve to chuckle.
"Don’t worry. I wasn’t going to use my powers, I was going to inject you with morphine."
Lee So-hye, who had been listening, gave a look that seemed to suggest, Isn’t that even more of a problem?

‘At least I’m glad the aftereffects weren’t as severe as I feared.’
When her arm was deeply scarred before, the aftereffects were so severe that she had permanent scars.
But this time, after losing her arm, all she had was a slight sensation in her arm.
After having lost her arm once, this small discomfort hardly felt like pain.
[Today, I think I’ll rest a little.]

She would rest.
Her companions wholeheartedly agreed, suggesting she should take it easy.
[Today, I’ll rest a bit.]
[Again today.]
[You know?]
"Uh… Guildmaster? How long are you going to rest?"

One day, while lounging around, Ujiwoo asked with a dark expression.
He had every right to ask.
"You went around asking for a passport, bought the food and things you wanted to watch on TV, and even took care of it all, right?"
[Good job.]
"..."
[Should I pat you on the back too?]
"Ah, I do feel like it... but no, that’s not it. While I was running around doing all that, I found this TikTok video."

Beep.
A short 30-second video played.
In the video, Ha Eung Eung stretched her hand out with a bright flash of electricity.
Crackle.

Pigeons were electrocuted by the lightning and fell to the ground, only to be caught by clouds and handed over to a vendor in exchange for some bills.
But with a scene like that, who would think it’s a patient suffering from phantom limb pain?
"Tell me honestly. That phantom limb pain’s gone, right?"
Ha Eung Eung’s eyes slowly shifted to the side, avoiding Ujiwoo’s gaze.
She couldn’t lie, but her face showed the unmistakable expression of wanting to.
Ujiwoo placed the foreign local specialties he had brought back on the table with a knowing smile.

"From today, no more overseas errands. If you ask me, I’ll go on strike."
"!!"
The once docile errand boy, Ujiwoo, now rebelled against her orders.