Chapter 7: Killcam Drama: The Streamer’s Gambit

Personal Room, a term meaning a private room.

In Force of Six, streamers who surpass a certain viewer threshold are granted a personal room within the game.

Streamers often use these rooms to broadcast or engage in “just chatting” content.

And in one such personal room, a man was spewing curses.

“Fck…”

The man was watching a Force of Six video on the virtual computer set up in his personal room.

The video was a recording of the match he’d just played.

Click, click.

As he starts the video, the distinctive Force of Six atmosphere kicks in.

A few minutes later, as the video nears its end, a chat from the user who slaughtered his team pops up, and the video cuts off.

(All) NoobSlayer420: ez

“Haa… fck…”

A haggard-looking man lets out a heavy sigh in his personal room.

His name is Kang Chan-woo, a typical Force of Six streamer on Twotch, with a viewer count ranging from 7,000 to 12,000.

On weekends, his numbers spike, but on average, he pulls around 10,000 viewers—a solid mid-tier streamer.

The reason for his sigh?

The unbelievable performance of a certain user in that match.

Because of it, the content he’d painstakingly planned was on the verge of collapse.

“Look, guys, this makes no sense! This is the noob bracket! The noob bracket! And someone’s pulling off aim like that? It’s gotta be a hack!”

With his content teetering, he does what any seasoned streamer would—pivot.

A malicious hacker in the noob bracket!

Throw out a juicy topic like that, and viewers will eat it up, spreading the drama themselves.

Soon, the Force of Six arena will be flooded with talk about that user.

And he’d earn the title of the righteous streamer who took down a filthy hacker.

Sure, the smurf account he’d poured effort into for content was trashed, but still.

Kang Chan-woo, aka streamer Mark, starts scanning the chat to gauge the audience’s reaction.

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[Looks like a blatant hack? Pulling that aim in the noob bracket? Defs a hack ;;]

[Lmao, you were spawn-killing noobs and met your match, huh, Mark?]

[Good thing Mark got some kills early. If that guy levels up, ranked is gonna get wrecked.]

[Fr, got lucky there.]

[Doesn’t seem like a hack to me. Judging by their situational awareness, just a smurf.]

[The guy above knows nothing lol. You think it’s just awareness? That aim is fcking unreal.]

[Lmao, killing their own teammate tho. Sledge’s groans are annoying af~]

[Chinese players? Heard they’ve been buying Korean accounts to hack on our servers.]

[You’re no better than a hacker lol. Spawn-killing in the noob bracket, Mark? Pathetic.]

OOO has been forcibly removed.

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“Get out.”

Mark instantly bans the toxic viewer.

Guys like that drag down the quality of the chat—lowlifes stirring sht for no reason, aka “forced haters.”

Mark isn’t the most patient guy.

So, when someone trashes him in chat, he boots them without hesitation.

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[Got banned? Toxic cut~]

[Mark’s such a baby…]

[Whoa, press suppression begins lol.]

[Watch out…]

[Mark’s grabbing the golden opportunity lol. Let’s go viral!!!]

—

After banning the toxic viewer, the chat heats up.

The “Let’s go viral!!!” comment catches Mark’s eye, making him smirk.

Truth be told, Mark isn’t exactly a saint.

He’s just good at talking and decent at Force of Six, which got him his fame.

For a streamer stuck around 10,000 viewers, this “hacker” was a godsend opportunity.

‘Alright, time to go viral.’

Rubbing his hands together, Mark stares at his computer screen, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Hoo.”

I rip off the VR headset.

It didn’t feel stuffy during the game, but now that I’m out, it’s surprisingly stifling.

My hands are sweaty—probably because the game felt too real.

“It was so similar.”

I clench and unclench my right hand.

The weight of the gun still lingers in my palm.

A VR reality that replicates even tactile sensations.

I can’t help but marvel at the tech.

I get up from the bed and open the balcony door.

The cool night breeze hits my face, and I lean against the railing, pulling a cigarette from my pocket.

Lighting it with a lighter, I take a drag.

As always, Korean cigarettes are the best.

When the cigarette’s half gone, I pull out my smartphone and search for Force of Six.

Unlike a few hours ago, I’m now completely hooked.

The hyper-realistic sensations, the thrill of shooting enemies.

And the fact I don’t have to wrestle with the weight of taking lives anymore—it’s exhilarating.

I raise my right arm.

My eyes catch the countless scars crisscrossing it.

Marks from countless missions.

My comrades called them badges of honor, but I never saw it that way.

The more scars I got, the more lives I’d ended with my own hands.

Even in a game, they felt so real.

Not just eating, sleeping, or basic actions—they laughed, cried, got angry, showed a full range of emotions.

Sometimes, I mistook them for real people.

“Kind of miss it.”

After missions, headquarters always threw a party.

Not some grand affair, but a simple one for us Six agents.

We’d drink our favorite booze, check in with each other, and spill the thoughts we couldn’t say out loud.

“Now… I can’t do that anymore.”

It’s all in the past now.

To move forward, you shouldn’t cling to the past, but how could I not?

At the very least, I can’t let go of the memories with them.

Tap tap.

I flick the finished cigarette into an empty beer can.

The hissing sound of the ember dying out.

Done on the balcony, I head back inside and boot up the computer.

I want to learn more about Force of Six.

Not for investigation, but as a gamer who’s genuinely hooked and wants to get good.

“Force of Six… search…”

I hit up NewTube, and a ton of videos pop up.

I pick the ones with the highest views from top-tier players and plan to binge them all night.

There were terms my teammates used in-game that I didn’t understand.

To climb higher, I need to learn the lingo, so I start watching with research in mind.

Then, a video catches my eye.

A familiar nickname and chat style.

Mark’s Force of Six!—a gaming channel that jumps out at me.

“That guy?”

The jerk who spawn-killed my team and typed “ez” in all chat.

If it’s him, I want to block this channel.

Streamer Mark is the epitome of everything I hate.

An attention-seeking aggro-puller.

A loudmouth who can’t shut up.

And worst of all, he gets off on slaughtering noobs with a smurf account.

I don’t want anything to do with a scumbag like that.

I go to his NewTube channel to block it.

“Huh? What’s this?”

A suspicious title catches my eye.

(Malicious Hacker in the Noob Bracket! I Took Them Down!)

“No way…”

A bad feeling hits me, and I click the video.

As expected, my gut was right—the “malicious hacker” he’s talking about is me.

Mark narrates, pointing out where I supposedly used an aim hack.

“Look, everyone! See that? The aim snaps right to the head! No normal person can do that! Watch this guy—head whipping around like crazy!”

His disgusting voice blares through the speakers.

“What the fck? Is this guy insane?”

I’m dumbfounded. The guy smurfing in the noob bracket, wrecking newbies, has the nerve to call me out?

I gave him a proper lesson, but in the video, Mark’s framing me as the villainous hacker.

It’s obvious he’s just trying to drag me through the mud.

His malicious tone, subtle jabs without outright cursing—it’s all orchestrated to create a shtshow.

“How do I screw this guy over?”

I slowly tap my index finger on the desk.

It’s a habit—I tap something when a problem comes up.

Right now, I’ve got a problem, and how I handle it wisely matters.

“Let’s see the reactions first.”

I’m curious how much viewers are buying into this manipulative video.

I scroll down to the comments…

“Nothing but hate.”

As expected, Mark’s instigation worked, and the comments are ripping into me.

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[Lmao, I faced that guy in casual, and they were hacking then too lol.]

[Chinese player buying a Korean account to hack? So gross, go back to your own country.]

[Mark was just trying to have fun, and he runs into a hacker. Kills the vibe.]

[Fr, if I meet that guy, I’m cursing them out on voice chat lol.]

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It’s all hate.

Some are even making up lies to fuel the fire.

“Hoo.”

I take a deep breath. Anger surges, but lashing out would make me no better than them.

Calming myself, I start thinking about how to turn the tables on Mark and his ilk.

“How do I mess with them?”