[ The Demon King Selection was closer to VR if he had to compare it to something, but not quite the same. Either way, he prefers keyboard and mouse. PC master race, but he can play any game—more that he has to. When games become life and death, you just have to get good or forfeit everything. Joonghyuk stays quiet, reminiscing the times he played professionally at the tournaments he can remember... The feel of the mouse under his hand, the camaraderie, the competition, the roar of the crowd, and the plays. ]
... It's been a while since I've played a game.
[ Being a gamer is part of his birth and he wondered if it felt right or if he only followed what was written for him. The answer finally settles on his shoulders, light and warm. Without another word, he initiates a countdown of ten seconds, possibly the most polite thing he has ever done in a while. At the count of three, he unsheathes and lines his blade with a golden glow that burns brightly in his other hand—it mirrors his soul, nerves alight. The effect washes over him the next tick, increasing his skill speed as long as the sword keeps its radiance.
Games are different from those deadly scenarios where humans are the underdog and he does value a fair match. The odd thing is that he waits where he is without a care when the match begins, as if waiting for Ye Xiu to make the first move. ]
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[ The Demon King Selection was closer to VR if he had to compare it to something, but not quite the same. Either way, he prefers keyboard and mouse. PC master race, but he can play any game—more that he has to. When games become life and death, you just have to get good or forfeit everything. Joonghyuk stays quiet, reminiscing the times he played professionally at the tournaments he can remember... The feel of the mouse under his hand, the camaraderie, the competition, the roar of the crowd, and the plays. ]
... It's been a while since I've played a game.
[ Being a gamer is part of his birth and he wondered if it felt right or if he only followed what was written for him. The answer finally settles on his shoulders, light and warm. Without another word, he initiates a countdown of ten seconds, possibly the most polite thing he has ever done in a while. At the count of three, he unsheathes and lines his blade with a golden glow that burns brightly in his other hand—it mirrors his soul, nerves alight. The effect washes over him the next tick, increasing his skill speed as long as the sword keeps its radiance.
Games are different from those deadly scenarios where humans are the underdog and he does value a fair match. The odd thing is that he waits where he is without a care when the match begins, as if waiting for Ye Xiu to make the first move. ]