The live chat for the 'Modern Battlefield 4' broadcast exploded after Kamiyā Yuu's incredible double kill.
"What's going on?"
"My God! Is that medic a monster? Is that even a human reaction speed? He must be using some kind of head-locking cheat!"
"As far as I know, even a headshot cheat can't do this. He's playing on a console, and if you watch the slow-motion replay, you can clearly see his crosshair moving steadily onto the targets. It's nothing like an instant snap from an aimbot. Besides, no cheat locks on that fast."
"One shot... one kill!"
"He's an army all by himself!"
"I don't know what method he's using, but this definitely isn't a normal human reaction speed! In short, he's using some kind of advanced technology! 'Sky' must be doing the same thing!"
"Just keep watching. I don't believe a single player can defeat an entire professional team with cheats alone. Not even 'Sky' could do that!"
"Why isn't he using the medic's special ability to revive 'Sky'? Maybe the two monsters together could actually beat Team TBC."
"The enemy only has a single medic left, yet Team TBC has gone into full defensive mode. Their commander is being way too cautious!"
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Imagine if, in 'League of Legends,' a Demon King-level player had a one-hit-kill cheat, full-map vision, and an invulnerable Nexus.
Could that player take on an entire professional team alone?
Without question—
It would be a one-sided massacre.
Sniping.
Gunfights.
Assassinations.
Grenade kills.
Kamiyā Yuu's methods were endless.
The match had turned into a one-man performance.
To everyone watching, this terrifying medic wasn't just a master marksman—his game sense was equally terrifying. He moved as if walking on a tightrope, slipping past every ambush and encirclement Team TBC prepared before counterattacking in ways no one could have predicted.
"D1 is secure."
The professional player codenamed Rabbit hid behind cover while carefully observing his surroundings and reported through his headset.
The instant he finished speaking, a cylindrical flashbang landed at his feet.
"Flashbang!"
He cried out in alarm and instinctively turned his character around to avoid the blinding effect.
The moment he turned, however, his back was exposed, placing him within assassination range.
His screen shook violently.
Then his character was grabbed from behind by the neck as a knife was driven cleanly into his heart.
"Damn it! He's at the border between D1 and D2! Get over here and support me!"
Rabbit immediately recovered from the shock and shouted into the headset.
"Where exactly?"
"By the third broken wall. He assassinated me from behind. He should be escaping toward D1."
"Fox and Giraffe, check that area. Be careful."
Silence followed.
Then, suddenly—
Gunshots echoed through the headset again.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Giraffe and I are both dead! He's at the sniper position on the C1 high-rise! Mouse, what the hell were you watching?"
"The hell are you asking me for? I never even saw him pass through the hallway!"
The members of Team TBC began cursing one another.
A chill crept down their spines.
This medic was the true Grim Reaper.
He lurked in the shadows, and every time he emerged, someone died silently.
Only then did they realize Death had been standing beside them all along.
The score kept closing.
10:76
10:71
10:64
Every passing moment, Team TBC's remaining respawns dwindled.
Three players had already exhausted all of their lives and were permanently eliminated.
"Lion, what do we do now?"
The team members anxiously sought their commander's decision.
"There are only thirty seconds left until the match ends. Once time's up, everyone moves out. Even if we kill him just once, we'll still win this match!"
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Whatever the enemy—or the spectators—thought, Kamiyā Yuu was thoroughly enjoying himself.
That mysterious sensation allowed him to grasp the entire battlefield.
Every movement made by the enemy existed within his field of perception.
The match had become little more than a test of this newfound ability.
Up until now...
It hadn't been wrong a single time.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull cracks of the sniper rifle echoed out once more.
Three more enemies fell in succession.
Kamiyā Yuu's character stood calmly in the open.
At least five enemies were hiding inside the ruined building ahead of him.
Yet every one of them was instantly shot in the head the moment they peeked out.
They didn't even manage to see where Kamiyā Yuu was.
To the audience, it looked as though he already knew exactly where they were hiding and was simply waiting for them to expose themselves.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Match time has ended. Overtime has begun. The match will conclude once both sides are judged to have ceased engaging one another."
"So you've finally decided to come out."
Kamiyā Yuu paused briefly before putting away his sniper rifle and moving his character into a building along the street for cover.
What happened next completely stunned every 'Modern Battlefield 4' player around the world.
A lone medic—
Without a single teammate.
Without dying even once.
Defeated an entire professional team.
The rhythm of the match was bizarre.
High-level competition was normally cautious and tense, like the calm before a storm.
But this game remained at maximum intensity from beginning to end.
No matter what strategy Team TBC adopted...
No matter how desperately they struggled...
They looked like clueless beginners charging to their deaths in a low-level public match.
During the latter half of the game, the sniper rifle became the only gun anyone heard.
And every single shot meant another Team TBC player had died.
It was like a performance whose ending had already been decided.
It began naturally.
And it ended just as naturally.
Ten minutes later, the score had undergone an unbelievable reversal.
Kamiyā Yuu: 10
Team TBC: 6
Only two members of Team TBC remained.
From the moment the regulation time expired, the audience in the livestream skyrocketed.
In only ten minutes, the viewer count surpassed 300,000.
The unbelievable turn of events drove countless viewers into a frenzy as they rushed to tell everyone they knew.
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"This is insane! Completely insane! The whole world has gone mad!"
"Is this some kind of exhibition match?"
"What the hell is happening?"
"The two remaining members of Team TBC each still have three respawns left. Is this damned medic actually planning to wipe out every single one of their remaining lives?"
"I admit Team TBC is an incredible team. If it were me, I'd have quit the match already! I swear! I'll never underestimate medics again! This is more terrifying than an entire army in a hard campaign!"
[Livestream Notice: Due to the overwhelming volume of viewer comments, real-time chat has been temporarily disabled. Thank you for your understanding.]
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"Bang."
The final gunshot rang out.
The score became 10:0.
"Ah... finally over. That felt great."
Kamiyā Yuu put down the controller and stretched contentedly.
Beside him, Kamiyā Sora had long since fallen asleep, her head resting on his thigh.
He had no idea that this single gaming session had become the center of attention for the hundreds of millions of 'Modern Battlefield 4' players around the world.
In terms of influence, it was no less impactful than the six months he had spent painstakingly creating 'Puella Magi Madoka Magica'.