## Chapter 1561 – Chronicles of the Black-Haired Foreigner – The Demon God of Another World

And so.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Just 47 seconds into the game, a curse erupted.

“No, you son of a bitch!!!!”

The voice belonged to none other than Liz. Her face was as red as a tomato, twisted with surging anger.

She was on the verge of a blood pressure explosion.

What had driven her to such fury?

“Damn it, this crystal!!! What the hell is this crystal, you son of a bitch!!! I can’t move!!! What is this!!! I can’t control it!!! Is this really the end!!!”

The reason was utterly horrifying.

A crystal had appeared during her blood pressure marathon run.

The crystal was a goddamn trap that prevented any progress unless a worker spawned and automatically picked it up and moved it.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!”

StarCraft.

The venerable custom map, Blood Pressure Marathon.

This was a devilish custom map designed solely to explode human blood pressure. This insane game, meticulously designed to destroy one’s mental state, was so dangerously awful that playing it had a 50% chance of causing a fatal stroke.

The rules of this murderous sport were simple.

Units were randomly summoned at each corner of a square map. The goal was to control them to complete laps around the square map and increase the score.

However, these units were given inhuman traits. And most of these traits were terrible flaws.

It was a marathon where the first to arrive wins, but some units were incredibly slow, or couldn’t move, or even reset the score upon reaching the goal.

There were good ones too, but most of the bad ones were trash like that, and when those trash units appeared, human blood pressure exploded.

“I CAN’T!!!!! MOVE!!!!!!”

And the worst of them all was the crystal that Liz had drawn. The worst possible draw, unable to move on its own, making progress impossible.

“No!!!!!!!!! Why is everyone else playing except me!!!!!! Why can’t only I move, why!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!”

Long ago, when I was in elementary school. Back then, all the friends in my class enjoyed playing custom maps.

And so, the children died.

Because they played Blood Pressure Marathon.

Even the superhuman Valkyrie was exploding with anger like that. There was no way mere children could handle it.

So back then, I remember that every Saturday we used to wear headbands and shout slogans as a school, marching down the street to protest against playing Blood Pressure Marathon.

Those were the days.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh?! Karin! Karin, your worker!”

It was then.

Karin, who had completed a lap with relatively normal units, appeared. The unit Karin had drawn this time was none other than an SCV. A savior who could move the immobile crystal.

“Karin, your worker! That’s it! Your worker is moving mine! That’s it! Karin, good job!!! Karin, you’re the best!!!”

Liz, lost in madness, spewed out joy as she watched Karin’s SCV.

“So this is how it works.”

Karin nodded, saying that’s how it works, but looking at her face, she didn’t seem to want to move it. But Karin continued moving, as if she hadn’t considered the option of suicide.

I think she would have killed herself immediately if she had thought of that.

“Good! Keep going like that! Let’s reach the goal together! Alliance! Alliance! This is an alliance! Ah! So this game is about forming alliances and playing together! I get it now!”

The anger disappeared, and only joy remained.

“Prepare yourselves! Now I’m rejoining the gameㅡ”

Just as Liz was rambling like a madwoman, staring at the monitor.

“ㅡNoooooooooooooooo?!”

ㅡThwaaack!

Suddenly, a Mutalisk appeared and began attacking, chasing the SCV!

“It’s an attack!”

The owner of the Mutalisk was Hilde! Hilde, who had moved quickly, was beating up Karin’s SCV, which was carrying Liz’s crystal!

“Hi, Hilde, you!!!”

Naturally, Liz was shocked.

“Wh, what are you doing!!! Why are you hitting that!!! Don’t do this!!! If it dies, I’ll be stuck again!!!”

Liz, pale with fear, stammered and protested to Hilde.

“The world of competition is ruthless!”

But it didn’t work!

“Liz! Have you forgotten that this is a competition!!!”
“Play fair!!!! Don’t you know what moderation is!!!!!!”

ㅡThwack!

And soon after, Hilde’s Mutalisk killed Karin’s SCV!

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

A scream erupted.

The Uraz Crystal, having lost the worker that was moving it, was left stranded in the middle of the road…! Hilde killed the SCV with a face that showed no remorse and moved on.

“Kyahahaha! This is so damn funny!”

Karin, who had drawn a Dark Templar, also burst into laughter and started moving again. And so, only Liz was left behind.

“How can you do this!!!! How can there be something like this!!!! I don’t know when the next worker will come out!!! Hilde, how could you do this!!!!”
“Don’t you know that eliminating competitors is the basis of competition!”
“I know!!! I know, but damn it, this is a game!!!!!!”
“Even if it’s a game, a competition is a competition! Liz, you can live there forever!”
“Why!!!! Why me!!! Why me!!!! Everyone else is moving, why!!! Why am I the only one who gets stuck with this shitty thing!!!!!”

Watching her scream like that, I thought I had chosen a really good game.

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Yes! This is the taste!

When I was a kid, Blood Pressure Marathon was what we always played when friends gathered! It was that taste of going to a PC bang filled with cigarette smoke, where there was no concept of a non-smoking area, and elementary school kids would gather and scream!

“Are you laughing, Katt, you!!!”
“Hahahahahahahaha!!!”

They were completely immersed in the game!

First, I briefly explained StarCraft and let them play a little so they could understand what kind of game it was, and then I explained custom maps.

That was it.

With just that simple lesson, they perfectly understood the game’s structure, rules, and overview, and skillfully played it.

“Ugh… Katt! Only trash is coming out! It’s slow! It’s slow! Wasn’t this originally a fast unit?!”

Look. Except for Liz, who was screaming, everyone was staring intently at the monitor and moving the mouse. Cloudie, who had drawn a Vulture with near-zero speed, called me angrily.

“It’s one of the slowest units in this map!”
“Please kill me!”

But no one will kill her.

Just as Hilde killed Karin’s SCV and screwed over Liz, the world of competition is ruthless.

And Hilde, who had ruthlessly finished off Liz, was now.

“Winia, I’m sorry, please stop freezing me, please!!!!!!”

Being thoroughly educated by Winia.

“Yeah. I can’t hear you.”
“Please stop pressing the ice key, I’m begging you, I’m sorry, please forgive me!!!!!!”

Hilde, pale with fear, begged with her hands clasped together to the Arbiter who was constantly freezing her, but Winia just smiled and kept freezing Hilde’s Goliath like crazy.

ㅡWhoosh.
ㅡWhoosh.
ㅡWhoosh.

Endlessly.

Endlessly.

She was freezing Hilde as if she would do so until the end of the game.

“Stop it? Stop it? Huh? Stop freezing me?”
“Please! Winia, please! Please stop freezing me! I’m sorry!”
“What? You want me to keep freezing you? Okay. Then I’ll keep freezing you.”
“Kyaaaaaaak! No!”

Hilde screamed.

“Hilde…! You drove me to hell, and now you’re paying the price! Good job, Winia! Keep doing that! Hold her forever!!!”

Liz laughed as she watched.

“Karin! Please kill Winia! If this goes on, no one will be able to play the game!”
“I’ll only mark Hilde, so don’t kill her! Karin, unnie!”
“Okay! I won’t kill her!!!”

Karin, who unintentionally benefited, burst into laughter and continued playing normally. Karin was the one benefiting the most right now.

“Winiaaaaaaaa!!! Please!!! Please stop freezing me, I’m begging you!!!”

I was watching that.

“Oh, oh?!”

And then attacked the neutral creep with 3 million laps to go, just as it was about to enter the goal.

“S, Saintess?! Why are you attacking me, Saintess!!! No! No!!! It’s 3 million laps if I just enter! Please stop attacking! Please! Please stop! I’ll die if this goes on!!!”

Elise pleaded with a horrified face.

Of course.

There was no forgiveness.

And next to her, Risha shouted.

“Don’t attack Elise, attack me!”

Risha was currently a Sunken Colony.

Unable to move.

“Why has a building been drawn! What is that cursed building that spits out its tongue! I cannot move! So please, attack me!”

I just smiled at Risha.

“Ah, ah…!”

Risha despaired.

But.

“That’s right! Kadia! Come here and kill me! As a saintess, you must have that much mercy! Come! Come and attack me!”

Kadia was coming.

“…Earthlings.”

Risha placed her hope on Kadia.

“Why can they enjoy something like this… This… Why can something like this exist? This is… definitely not a game. Isn’t this a torture device?”

Kadia could only mutter hollowly, controlling an Overlord without speed upgrades.

“Snap out of it!!!”

Mental breakdown.

Rising blood pressure.

“No!!! Hey!!! Hey, you son of a bitch, someone kill this, you son of a bitch!!! If I reach the goal with this, the score resets, what the hell is this trash doing at the end!!!! No!!! Someone!!! Someone kill it for meeeeeeee!!!”

Pandemonium.

“Father. Humans are really amazing.”
“I think so too.”

Except for Ari, who had put her chin on my shoulder from behind me and was watching the monitor, they were all screaming in despair for their own reasons.

This is Blood Pressure Marathon.

This is a Korean folk game.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!”
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!”
“Kill me, please!!!”

Watching them suffer, I had a few more evil ideas.

They want to play a few more games before going back anyway. To give them an unforgettable experience… Yes. That’s it.

“7-player entrance block.”

If I made them do that in a public game.

It would probably be fun.

Even though the Earth is in this state and a lot of time has passed, the roots of Koreans have never changed. Koreans are still playing StarCraft, and they have never cleared the 7-player entrance block.

Was it because humans were playing it? Was it because humans envied and were jealous of each other that they failed?

So I thought.

If I sent a demigod Valkyrie there.

Could I realize `salvation`?

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!”
“Please stop freezing me!!!”
“Kill me!!!”
“Katt…! I’m going crazy!!!”

Of course, they will suffer.

But maybe.

I could save the poor souls wandering in the heavens, bound by the uncleared 7-player entrance block.

A pleasant thought.