Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 350: Formal Training and Ophthalmologist

 [Has your vision improved after clearing the game?]

[Have you ever felt that it’s easier to breathe?]

[Has the range of motion in your major joints increased, or has your body felt lighter?]

The next day.

Eung Eung’s relentless barrage of questions caused Lee Da-hye to burst out laughing.

“What kind of doctor are you? It feels like you’re diagnosing me with some disease.”

[So, what do you think?]

“I do feel something.”

[What symptoms did you experience?]

“All of the things you just mentioned?”

Eung Eung tightly clenched her fist.

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This was it.

To find out the secret in Zombie Hazard, she never imagined it would come out this way.

“But, you know, when you win a game, you usually feel good, right? Feeling lighter or thinking you’ve improved might just be a temporary mood swing, don’t you think?”

Without hesitation, Eung Eung immediately called for Ujiwoo to arrange for an ophthalmologist to be summoned.

“Thank you for responding to my sudden request.”

“Oh, not at all. It’s my honor. I watch your VTuber channel, Silent Swordsman, all the time.”

So, the doctor was a VTuber fan.

Ujiwoo looked excited, as though he was the one being honored.

‘Like a little dog.’

‘Barking dog.’

‘Oh my, like a golden retriever that loves people.’

‘Totally like a dog.’

These thoughts belong to Eung Eung, Mark 2, Lee Da-hye, and Lee So-hye, respectively.

“Lee Da-hye’s last eye test showed Left 1.1, Right 1.2, correct?”

“My vision’s still fine, though. Do we really need another test?”

“I agree, but the Guild Leader’s strong request piqued my curiosity. There’s no harm in confirming that your vision has improved, right?”

Both the doctor and Lee Da-hye were skeptical, just like that.

They had heard of vision worsening from too much gaming, but hearing about improvement was almost unbelievable.

Well, with the idea of just giving it a try, the results surprised both of them.

“Left 2.0, Right 2.3.”

“Goodness! It’s almost doubled!”

“This is... this is truly astonishing. How could this happen?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even know myself.”

“How could such a shocking thing not have been known to the world?”

The ophthalmologist trembled while holding a blindfold in his hand.

“Could it be... have I just learned an enormous secret that I shouldn’t have known?”

“Maybe because gamers don’t go to the hospital unless they’re physically hurt?”

“......”

Lee So-hye’s usual cynical retort surprisingly hit the mark.

‘That could be true.’

‘Makes sense.’

Both the doctor and Lee Da-hye nodded in agreement internally.

“Silent Swordsman, how did you know my vision would improve?! I didn’t even know my own body well!”

[Someone of that level can tell just by looking at you. How well someone’s energy has developed is obvious.]

The internal energy that builds up in the lower abdomen is just a common method for martial artists to gather their qi.

In the martial arts world, there were also Taoists who practiced magical arts, diviners who read the heavens, and gods who could cure any disease except death.

Others with different mechanisms of energy cultivation would enjoy different effects of their qi as well.

[In this case, it would be called the Elite Players’ Recreational Longevity Technique.]

Recreational Longevity Technique.

A technique to gain longevity by enjoying games.

A ridiculous, almost cult-like story that would be told by charlatans deceiving the ignorant.

“Isn’t it just a mood swing? Maybe it’s some special constitution?”

“There’s no such thing as a special constitution?”

“Too harsh~”

Despite their teasing, Lee Da-hye couldn’t stop smiling, unlike yesterday.

Even Lee So-hye, who responded curtly, seemed a bit embarrassed.

There was a noticeable change in the atmosphere compared to the day before, as if the sisters were finally getting time together.

“So, does this Recreational Longevity Technique mean anyone automatically learns it just by playing games?”

[There should be conditions. Winning against a strong opponent on the highest difficulty or winning a specific game.]

“Ah, could it even be related to Half-Demon Corner?!”

[I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s a game that you can’t clear by reducing the synchronization rate.]

“That’s going to hurt... Honestly, I don’t even dare to try.”

Eung Eung was the type to go all-in and achieve big results in one shot. Lee Da-hye, on the other hand, was more about steadily gathering little by little.

[What’s your main game?]

“Battle Minesweeper. It’s rare to find a game I’ve played for this long.”

[How do you adjust the game settings?]

“Full random mode, highest difficulty. The map has mines that move every certain period and increase over time. Once there’s no more space for new mines, mine monsters rise up and start chasing players. Want to give it a try?”

Eung Eung shook her head.

She did see some potential in Battle Minesweeper, but this game didn’t suit her.

She wasn’t confident in her luck, and even if she gathered little by little, it wasn’t enough to achieve the amount she was aiming for.

[But for lower-level martial artists or ordinary people, the energy gained from clearing the game could be a great help. It could make a significant difference in health.]

“Hmm... I never imagined such incredible power could come from the game I used to play.”

[So, Lee Da-hye, what do you want to do with this secret?]

In the modern world, a game is like an internal cultivation method.

Just as those who cultivate internal energy don’t casually share the key points of the same method with outsiders, Lee Da-hye had no reason to share her victory with others.

Eung Eung had already relinquished the right to the one who had dominated Battle Minesweeper for a long time.

“Well, I guess I’ll keep playing like I have been. I’m not too thrilled about having tricksters who break the rules like martial artists join in.”

Even Eung Eung thought it wasn’t a good sign for martial artists to gather in Battle Minesweeper.

‘It’s like the common people’s martial arts being exploited by the hooligans.’

When low-level martial artists started showing up for the little amount of internal energy, it was no different from how the corrupt mercenaries would jump in whenever there was profit at stake.

[Got it. Then we’ll have the Ha-nam Faction refrain from joining the Battle Minesweeper game.]

“Really?”

[If it’s about internal cultivation, we can create a private room in a separate lobby, exclusively for martial artists.]

Suddenly, there was a new training course that rivaled the Jumping Rabbit’s wall training, the Minefield Technique training.

But no one in the group seemed to be trembling with fear at the thought.

Ha-nam Faction’s lower disciples had suddenly become like soldiers in a battlefield, rolling through a minefield. But Ujiwoo, Lee So-hye, and Mark 2 were more interested in whether the training would be good for them.

“Guild Leader, would it be okay for my disciples to have an eye test too?”

[If the ophthalmologist isn’t too tired, I guess.]

With ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ Ujiwoo’s excited look, it seemed like he was planning to push the younger disciples into the minefield with a smile, asking if they wouldn’t want better vision.

 The Ha-nam Faction’s training hall was filled with a sense of dread.

“Ugh, did you hear? The 12th group? They’ve got leg injuries from the minefield and won’t be able to walk for a week due to post-trauma.”

“They were carried off in groups to the medical team this morning, right?”

“This is insane. I’m quitting as a disciple!”

With many injured from the temporary minefield technique training, the once peaceful hall was in chaos.

“Wouldn’t it be enough just to lower the synchronization rate?”

“Are you an idiot? Lowering the synchronization rate means you won’t train properly.”

“It’s harder to avoid the mines too.”

“But if you get hurt, that’s even worse.”

“Wow. I tried the Jumping Rabbit wall training for three months, but this is way easier. The other technique had post-trauma death, and I had to keep going endlessly.”

“......”

“So, if we lower the synchronization rate and take it easy, will we keep getting in?”

“Probably?”

The disciples decided that it was better to get the training effect in one go, short but intense, than to suffer repeatedly in the minefield.

“13th group’s winner is Choi Young-rak!”

“Wow!”

Choi Young-rak jumped around, thrilled.

It seemed his confidence in the new technique had grown, and he was in a great mood after winning in the highest difficulty private room.

Ujiwoo looked at him, raising an eyebrow, then called out to Choi Young-rak.

“Do you feel light right now?”

“Yes!”

“Do you think your vision’s improved?”

“Everything feels better!”

“Then, you should get an eye test.”

“Huh?”

The ophthalmologist conducted Choi Young-rak’s eye test and nodded.

“The vision in your left eye has slightly improved. You can even lower your glasses prescription.”

Eung Eung’s expression changed subtly when she received the report.

If this wasn’t just the new technique, then it seemed that noticeable benefits were being given to the winners.

After conducting several tests and comparisons with normal rankers in Battle Minesweeper, Eung Eung was able to conclude.

‘Private rooms do have a lower efficiency than public rooms by about 0.2 times, but the improvement is still present.’

However, users who had forcibly won due to ‘carry’ or ‘strategic victory’ had no noticeable improvement.

[Please make the temporary training program a formal one from now on.]

“Will the disciples drop out more than this?”

[If they’re afraid of training, they can quit. I’m not going to accommodate cowards.]

Training in martial arts is tough, dangerous, and requires sacrifice.

Unlike martial artists, the higher-ranked martial artists find their training methods even harder, with more risks to bear.

Training in a game has real risks and post-trauma, so the danger level is higher than the real world.

If one is unsure, it’s better to quit early; it benefits everyone.

[Please ask the ophthalmologist if they’d be willing to join our medical department.]

“How much will you offer for salary?”

[We’ll raise the salary in proportion to the number of disciples coming in for eye tests, relative to the number of customers at glasses shops.]

Ujiwoo was bewildered.

“An ophthalmologist and an optician are different, you know?”

[We’ve got over ten thousand lower disciples.]

“That’s right?”

[Imagine if they all got eye tests regularly.]

“!”

[Would that still be an issue with salary?]

With so many disciples, the ophthalmologist was quickly convinced and made a decision.

“I’ll resign from the hospital’s ophthalmology department today.”

A new doctor joined the Ha-nam Faction’s medical department.

“Not an ‘ordinary’ doctor, but why are we collecting all these types?”

Ujiwoo was shocked, but the hired doctors were all highly satisfied with their jobs.

Many of the martial artists had minor injuries and became frequent patients, and the doctors were happy to see a steady flow of patients from the wealthy guilds.