I Became the Eldest Daughter of 10 Siblings

I swallowed hard.
Nadir.
An ID I’ve never seen before….
A real amateur?
No matter how much Kang Yohan is dismissed as a has-been, a pro is still a pro. And he wasn’t just any pro, he was once at the pinnacle of this industry.
But to win five games in a row against such a player? An amateur?
…Come to think of it, I was like that too.
Kang Yohan burst out in frustration,
“I was so angry I asked around everywhere, but it seems they’re not a pro. There were even other players who confessed to losing like me.”
Hearing that, I felt my throat go dry and took a swig of water.
I’m dying of curiosity, really.
I decided to set aside my questions for now.
I ran the replay and watched the games between the two in meticulous detail, as if dissecting them.
They played a total of five games, and this user named Nadir alternated between Insect, Human, and Alien.
After watching all the games, what I felt was…
Rough but good.
They’re using build orders that are far removed from the trend. In terms of martial arts novels, it feels more like an unorthodox path than the orthodox one.
However,
Like handwriting that looks messy when written quickly but turns out to be beautiful calligraphy when you look at it later, before I knew it, the weight of the game had tilted towards Nadir.
It’s a really strange style.
Is this really not a pro?
Even being conservative, it’s at least Major League main tournament level skill.
If what the pro gamers are saying is true, if this user Nadir is really an amateur…
It seems like I shouldn’t just be sitting here doing nothing.
If a user like this comes out in the semi-pro selection…
Feeling anxious, I finally spoke up first.
“Do you have another computer?”
“There’s one in the car. I brought an extra just in case.”
“…Let’s bring it in.”
I looked at the clock on the wall. The hour hand was pointing to 1 PM.
“Let’s go straight for 5 hours, you and me. Non-stop.”

The feeling of playing against an admired player lasted only for a moment.
I soon immersed myself in the game and plunged into the battlefield.
One game, two games, three games.
One hour, two hours, three hours.
Before I knew it, the hour hand of the analog clock had turned five times. Looking outside, a deep darkness had settled.
Kang Yohan said as he put eye drops in his eyes,
“Ms. Yujin, I learned a lot. In the end, I couldn’t win even once today.”
As he said, I had won every single game against Kang Yohan.
Kang Yohan blinked after putting in the eye drops. The transparent liquid flowing down his cheek looked like tears for a moment.
“But I think I’ve improved. I feel like my dulled senses are coming back too.”
“…Is that so? That’s good.”
I put on a faint fake smile at the corner of my mouth.
To be honest,
To put it plainly,
It was actually me who had grown.
I could finally be certain.
That the level of my basic talent had changed since becoming a woman.
It wasn’t just that I had an advantage from knowing future builds, but my fundamental hand movements had changed.
I realized that my past life self and current life self were subtly different.
For example, if my past self was good at swimming, my current self might be a beer bottle. If my past self was good at drinking, my current self might be a lightweight.
My head throbbed with these complex thoughts.
Kang Yohan turned off the computer and said softly,
“Shall we go eat? I’ll treat you to dinner, of course.”
“Wow, really? As expected of an emperor, you’re so generous.”
“Haha. So what do you want to eat?”
What should I eat? Since it’s winter…
I answered firmly.
“Bluefin tuna.”
“As expected…”
“As expected? Why?”
Kang Yohan murmured quietly.
“I knew you had a cat-like face, but I didn’t know your tastes were cat-like too.”
“Winter bluefin tuna is an exception! How delicious is plump bluefin tuna that’s fattened up!”
“Haha. Is that so? Alright, let’s go quickly. I know a place that makes it well.”
Kang Yohan put on his clothes and got ready to go out.
Before leaving, I searched out of curiosity.
/Find Nadir
Nadir is not logged in.
…They’re not online.
Putting aside my lingering questions for now, I went outside.

The cold wind was fiercely flapping the awnings.
We took a corner table and placed our order.
While waiting for the food to arrive, I took a selfie, which was out of character for me.
Then I opened the app, went into the fan cafe, and wrote a post.

[Title: Preparing for bluefin tuna nom nom]
[Author: HaYoo]
(Photo with chopsticks in mouth)
You saw the break notice, right?
Came to eat bluefin tuna that Kang-god is treating me to after 6 hours of practice,,,
HaYoo is working hard so please cheer me on
ㅗ’v’ㅗ

-Why are you flipping the bird
-Enjoy your meal
-Tender bluefin tuna is agreed
-She always has something in her mouth
└Hmm…
└Hmm
-Your siblings are starving at home while you eat bluefin tuna alone..?
-Mukbang go go go
-Fighting
-She still writes on the fan cafe after getting scolded once lolol
└Bullshit lol This bitch obviously just posted because she was bored while waiting for the bluefin tuna order lol She doesn’t care about the fan cafe at all usually for real for true
A lavish spread of bluefin tuna arrived.
I chose the fattiest part, the belly, for the first bite. I put wasabi on the white fatty belly and dipped it generously in soy sauce before eating.
“…Ah, I’m happy.”
The savory oil melted softly on my tongue. The unique crunchy texture and knife-like taste with each chew was also good.
Next, I picked up some gill meat with my chopsticks and put it in my mouth. It feels like cold butter melting gently as it meets my body temperature.
Dipping it in the sea cucumber innards I ordered on the side, it’s truly paradise on earth.
It’s delicious. It’s so delicious I’m going crazy.
Kang Yohan asked with a chuckle,
“Do you like it that much?”
“…Yesh.”
“Your face looks just like a cat high on catnip right now. Seeing you enjoy it so much makes me want to treat you again. Next time I’ll buy you something even more expensive.”
Even more expensive?
“I know an omakase place. Let’s go there next time!”
Hearing that, I made another vow to myself.
I’ll definitely make this person win, no matter what.
Just then, Kang Yohan, who was looking at his phone, let out a low sigh and cursed.
“Ah, really. How did these illegal private broker bastards get my number.”
Then he suddenly asked me.
“Have you received any match-fixing offers, Ms. Yujin?”
“Match-fixing offers?”
Isn’t that something only pro players get offered?
“Times have changed these days. They’re not just betting on broadcast matches, but even on internet broadcasters’ ranked games. Crazy bastards.”
Ah.
You mean, for example, if I turn on my broadcast and play solo ranked, they open bets and gamble on the outcome of my games?
“Those guys haven’t approached me yet.”
“That’s good. When those guys latch on, they try to make you lose by DDoSing you and stuff.”
Hoping those bug-like people don’t cling to me, I took a crisp bite of bluefin tuna.

For the last task of the day, I came to work my part-time job at the bar.

I had eaten a hearty bluefin tuna meal and was full of caffeine, so I felt energized.
But,
It felt like I had become a bomb disposal unit. I calmly dealt with the non-stop barrage of orders one by one.
“Soju? Which kind would you like? Yes, please wait a moment.”
It was like a battlefield in all but bombs and corpses.
I worked so hard that I couldn’t even look at my phone, and before I knew it, the hour hand had made two full rotations.
Just as the customers were starting to dwindle,
“Hey, Han Yujin!”
A woman I didn’t know suddenly called out to me. Judging by her expression, she seemed quite angry.
Who is this that knows my name?
“Yes, yes! Is there a problem…?”
“What are you saying. Your concept is weird these days.”
“Huh? I’m sorry, but who…”
“Who, my ass. Check your phone.”
When I turned on my phone, there was a KakaoTalk notification.
Jung Sehee.
“…Ah.”
“Are you going to keep pretending even now? I’m really disappointed in you. Just because you succeeded with broadcasting, are you ignoring us now?”
…Haha. This is driving me crazy!
Who is she, you ask?
Who Jung Sehee is…
She was my high school friend.
No, to be more precise, a high school friend I don’t know.
Since becoming a woman, I had no memories from before the age of twenty. So I had rejected all the clamoring from high school friends wanting to meet up, using work as an excuse.
I became a woman in March, so it had been a full 8 months.
Jung Sehee snorted angrily, unable to contain her rage.
“How can you do this? Is high school friendship not even a friendship?”
“No… Sehee. It’s not like that…”
“If it’s not that, then what? This is the first time I’ve seen your face since high school graduation.”
I shrank like a deflated balloon, wringing my hands even though I hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Anyway, make some time. We all decided to go on a trip together.”
“…Ah, okay. I’m quitting this part-time job soon anyway.”
“But,”
Suddenly, Jung Sehee’s face brightened.
“Who’s that guy?”
Jung Sehee pointed at Sung Dojun.
“Ah, a friend who works with me. His father owns this place too.”
Jung Sehee covered her mouth. Even though she covered it with her palm, I could clearly tell she was smiling.
“Damn, he’s so hot.”
“Bullshit. I think you need to get your eyes checked.”
“What are you saying, he is hot.”
…Well.
As much as I really, really hate to admit it, Sung Dojun was quite handsome.
Jung Sehee nudged my shoulder with her elbow.
“Han Yujin. You said you’re quitting here, right?”
“Yeah.”
“When you quit, can I work here instead?”
I looked at Jung Sehee with distrustful eyes. Jung Sehee then rattled off an explanation like a machine gun.
“Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Is this all the trust we have? Don’t you remember I worked part-time at the chicken place in front of our high school for a year?”
I don’t remember. I have no memories.
Suddenly, Jung Sehee grabbed my hand and whined, bouncing her body.
“Anyway, okay? Yujin-ah. I want to work here.”
“Alright. I’ll talk to the owner, so come in starting tomorrow.”
“Yay! You’re really my true friend. I love you, Han Yujin!”
Then she hugged me and nuzzled me.
I turned my head and smiled, looking around the bar.
I’ve been working here continuously since becoming a woman.
Finally quitting this place too, huh.
…But it’s strange.
Why.
Why do I feel so regretful?
Am I really a workaholic or something?