BJ Swordmaster

Algorithms are not gods.

Henry broached the conclusion he had just come to.

'As if it wasn't that great...…. And yet, with the help of algorithms, the chances of a good channel going up are high.’

The effect of algorithms on channels is significant.

However, he is not a "great being" and even more not a divine being.

So it's like a tool?’

He was also a well-thought-out family.

What if it's a very valuable and useful tool.

'It's possible. Tools.'

Then the wizard may have used idiomatic expressions. Meaning as a performance tool that leads to the right results.

'As the manager said, the effect would be substantial.'

I didn't know exactly how much I could achieve, but it was clear that it would be of great help to Henry now, as it was a gift from a cannabis wizard.

Algorithm cases have been sorted out.

Henry moved on to the next thought.

What do the viewers think of this place?’

It was a more fundamental question. It was also a question that had always been deep in thought.

There was a wall between the viewer and Henry.

A wall that seems to sympathize with Henry, but does not allow him.

Henry could never identify himself.

Where the hell is the difference coming from?’

For a while, Henry thought viewers were 'wizards'.

They are different from ordinary humans in their way of thinking, and as their skills increase, they become increasingly cranky.

In fact, much of the doubts felt during the broadcast have been resolved by itself.

Because I'm a wizard.

They're people around the world that Henry doesn't know much about.

They're the same mana user, but the wizards are considered to be out of touch.

But through this incident, Henry felt an incomprehensible sense of incompatibility.

'It wasn't just because you were a wizard.’

It doesn't matter if it's one or two.

It's possible that a small number of people would have a completely opposite view of Henry.

But the moment you confronted the assassin's sword.

There were certainly thousands of viewers watching.

'It's impossible for all those people to react the same just because they're wizards.’

What if all the wizards think so?

By now, it was no wonder that the wizard had been treated as a public servant of the continent.

Wizards were people who devoted their lives to achieving magical achievements.

There were also types of magic that used humans as research materials or as a medium.

'That's the dark magic. The Black Wizards are the ones that are executed immediately upon discovery in every country.'

Is that all?

Many of the wizards used their own power solely for human development.

In addition to simply being used as a combat technique.

For example, how many wizards study the structure and utility of magical structures, such as developing magic that helps agriculture.

'There's no way they'd take human lives lightly.’

Henry was still looking outside the carriage. Only a few clouds floated in the clear sky, and the wide plains looked peaceful.

From Ballaran to what he is now.

The wizards have certainly provided a wide range of help beyond counting.

'Then.'

Gulp.

With a serious look on his face, Henry raised the idea he had put deep into his unconscious.

What if the viewers aren't magicians?’

I've thought about it a few times. But it quickly folded. Henry's imagination was weak to make other assumptions.

What should I think then?’

The King of Balarans?

It just doesn't make sense. Even so, the way the viewers spoke or reacted did not match.

For similar reasons, it was unlikely that it was people from other countries.

Henry felt like he was in a throbbing mood. Starting with the battle with the assassins, he gradually went back to his memory.

I recalled the incident that happened over Henry and the reaction of the viewers.

Viewers sympathized with Henry. On Henry's side, thought and said.

But apparently there was something wrong in between.

[What game is this?] Is it a new movie?

Henry is back for the first time. It was the day when I wielded a sword in despair and resignation.

What's the magic road?]

Henry's first audience said so.

Henry's world was called a game.

Asked if he was walking on a magical path, he asked again what it was.

[You've got a very boring concept]

With that remark, the first viewer went on the air.

I didn't understand it at the time, but now Henry was able to understand it.

I didn't feel any interest in the broadcast, and it's like I'm seeing a clumsy clown struggling…That's what I mean.’

In fact, I still don't know the exact meaning of the concept. However, it was possible to infer to that point.

Henry's memory went a little further.

It was the moment when the first audience was released and the second audience was welcomed.

"Hurray for Gimbap Heaven." That's the name.’

Kimbap heaven manse was a kind viewer. Henry, who didn't know anything about broadcasting yet, was told a lot of things.

Naturally, Henry remembered the conversation at the moment.

If you can use the computer, anyone can come.[Laughing]

Anyone can watch the broadcast.

As long as it's a computer.

In fact, even if I don't have a computer, I can see it enough if I have a [cell phone].

Of course Henry didn't understand.

I didn't even wonder. The opponent was a wizard, and I thought every expression I didn't understand was magical.’

The second viewer, "Gimbap Heavenly Nation Manse," also left the broadcast shortly after.

Henry had given up and focused on training.

And when he came to his senses, seven viewers were waiting for Henry.

What did he say?’

The memory from then on was not intact. There were too many chats to remember, and Henry was also in a state of confusion.

Of course, in the midst of that.

You said it was a game.’

The fact was that all seven viewers used the expression.

[LOL] What game is this? Did you work out?

What's the name of the game? I've never seen this before.

[Academy?] Is that the name of the game?]

[Balla?] I've never heard of it. Is it Clvae?]

It was not a magical expression. That's all Henry can be sure of right now. Henry misunderstood at will, and the misunderstanding has only continued so far.

“…….”

Henry opened his mouth. He breathed out a short breath and closed it again. I felt like I didn't know what to do at all.

After sitting like that for a long time, Henry ran the show.

[This is a private broadcast]]

It was a means of talking to the flame solo a little while ago. He said he was leaving because he was busy, but now Henry felt like he had to ask this question.

[Viewer: 0]

Henry waited still. I looked out the window at the number that reads zero. And a long time to look at the comments again.

[Poporizang has entered]

[M: Huh? Driver?]

Another manager came in.

He is not as much of a "technical" help as a flame solo, but he is a manager who is stronger than anyone else in his heart for Henry.

"Porizang manager."

[M : Yes!!!] What's wrong with you?]

"Oh, no different…….”

[M: You look so depressed!!] What's really going on? Today's broadcast was really good!!!]

"That's not why. Thanks to your help, we were able to continue the broadcast smoothly. I'm always grateful."

[M : Ouch, ouch!!] Don't mention it! So what's going on? Have you been waiting for me?

"Yes, I'd like to ask you something…….”

[M : Just say it!!!]]

I couldn't see his face, but I could feel the enthusiasm to solve Henry's curiosity here.

I can't believe I can express that feeling simply by text.

Facing the unconditional favor, Henry felt a little relaxed.

"Among the expressions that viewers use."

[M : Expressing!]

"So, what exactly does 'game' mean?"

[M: Of course...]…. Game? That game? You're talking about the expression we know, right?]

"Yes."

[M : Uh…]I mean...What the game is!

This time, he looked embarrassed.

Henry waited calmly without rushing.

It's a game! Play! A fun, exciting, and immersive game!]

"Play……."

Something embarrassing came out.

But Henry was unexpectedly calm.

Rather than the fact that one's life is considered a play, he was just happy to be able to understand the viewers' reactions.

If you think so, it makes sense.’

If it's a game.

Until this moment when you face the assassins, cut off the skin of the monster, and go to see the Duke of Camilton.

It meant that the whole process was seen as "play" by viewers, and then the light response was not fully acceptable.

"I see. That's what it was.”

Mumbling, Henry asked again.

"To the viewers, the way I showed you was a fun game. I think I know. I'm sure Poporizang's manager is on the same page."

[M: No, I, too, did I make any mistakes…]If so, I never meant to do that's all.….]

"That's not true. May I ask you a few more questions?"

Henry asked a question with a hint of vigor.

Only then did Poporizang receive words of relief.

As naturally as possible, Henry asked.

"Are you a dragon by any chance.

It was a way of thinking that a dragon would have. For them, human life was just a game.

But it wasn't.

They were the same human being.

"Do you live in Ballaran?”

When asked if he was from the same kingdom, he also answered that he was not Poporizang.

It wasn't even a human being living on this continent.

[M : I live in Seoul]…]

A name that I've never even heard of in my life came out.

I was going to look it up as soon as I got back to the Academy, but Henry was already convinced that nothing would be available.

Henry asked additional questions.

Where Seoul is, where it is, and how to get there.

But the answer back was not satisfactory.

It was all Henry couldn't understand.

A hidden ancient kingdom, or a continent that has yet to be discovered.… or maybe a country. Maybe it's the land on the clouds.'

It was still uncertain, but it was clearer than before.

The viewers were human beings, living far from Henry.

They were not wizards.

***

Henry arrived at the Viscount Redwood.

Not many people welcomed him because he didn't contact him in advance.

The guard guarding the entrance recognized Henry and approached him happily.

"Henry!"

"Mayhen, how are you?”

"What's going on? You said you were busy.”

"Something's come up. Is my lord there?"

"Oh, he just happened to be away.What should I do? It's too bad.”

"I can't help it. What about your father?

"Fortunately, Earl Camilton is here. Hey, Henry, you look better than last time I saw you? You've got a lot of muscle?"

Henry grinned at the familiar expression.

I was always in a position to listen to professional expressions such as "What do I do, what do I do with swordsmanship?"

Talking in moderation, Henry pretended to write something down in the air with his hands.

"What about the entry and exit records?”

"What are you... " Just go in."

"But I have to do what I have to do. Mayhen might get in trouble later.”

"No way. What kind of man is my lord?"

"He's a great lord, but he's as strict as he is?"

"…I'll be right back."

Security guard Mayhen brought in the access control register.

I wrote down my name and signed it by my side. After a simple and perfunctory procedure, Henry passed through the entrance.

A friendly view greeted Henry.

My hometown that I've seen every day before I joined the academy, never changed.

It was at that moment that the message came to mind.

[An unexpected mission has arrived!]

An unexpected mission.

At the first message since the broadcast began, Henry stiffened his face.

BJ Swordmaster

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