I Became the Eldest Daughter of 10 Siblings

[Galaxy War Gallery]
[Author: Breaking News Man]
[Title: Courage Match Finals Matchup Confirmed]
Han Yujin vs Son Yena
Both Aliens
Both undefeated
Both women
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-Are you a staff member?
└(Author) Yes
-Who’s Son Yena
└Famous amateur user
└What’s her ID?
└Killerqueen
└She was Son Yena? Wow
-As expected of HaYoo
└IYHNY (I Yield to Han Yujin)
-There will be… no upset..
-But wasn’t Han Yujin’s ID Barcode? Why is it [R]Zenith?
└(Author) That’s her main account apparently
└Really? She kept it well hidden
└I’m a noob, what does that mean
└※ Zenith, peak
└Climax, orgasm, something like that?
└Wow lol Zenith was HaYoo? She was already super famous in guild wars from the beginning lol
-If Son Yena wins, she’ll live up to her nickname. She’ll literally become a Killer who killed the Queen
└Oh
└The narrative is so tasty lol
-Even so, it’ll be Han Yujin’s ending.. It’s obvious
-It’s a battle between women
-HaYoo is precious… I hope she walks only on flower paths..
-Han Yujin must have been Lü Bu or Xiang Yu in her past life
└Her courage is insane
└But she gets pregnant in front of fortune-telling…
└No baby no
└She might really have a baby..
-I’ll cheer for Son Yena who is younger, cuter, kinder, and more innocent
└Well, I’ll cheer for Han Yujin who is prettier, earns more, is more talented, and is better
└You money-crazy bitch, go suck on the one you’re obsessed with
-Yena-chan looks so cute pya pya
-Doesn’t Han Yujin’s sister appear in Courage? I heard her pure talent is insane too
└Seems she couldn’t apply for Courage? She’ll probably appear next month

I comfortably settled into the finals. The arena that had been packed was now full of empty seats.
Just then, a sharp-looking part-timer handed me a coffee.
“HaYoo-nim. I’m a fan.”
“Ah… Thank you.”
I took the coffee and looked at the part-timer’s expression.
Coffee, I already had a cup earlier.
“Ah… You don’t like coffee?”
“Ah, no. I’ll drink it well.”
When the part-timer looked dejected, I explained and took a sip of coffee.
Then he lowered his gaze and smiled.
“…Why are you doing that?”
“No, no. It’s nothing.”
I turned my gaze towards Son Yena. Son Yena had her face buried in the keyboard.
I approached closer, but she didn’t even notice my presence and just mumbled to herself.
“Ugh. Someone who’s going to be a pro shouldn’t be like this.”
Then suddenly,
“Ah, I’m really going to lose it!”
Son Yena messed up her hair and suffered alone.
…What’s suddenly wrong with her?
Seeing that, I raised the corners of my mouth.
“You shouldn’t lose it.”
“…Eek?!”
Son Yena was startled as if she had seen a ghost.
“Yena-ya. Did you lose by any chance?”
“No! I won!”
“Then why do you look like death?”
“No, it’s just…”
Son Yena tried to say something but just opened and closed her mouth, then swallowed her words again.
I covered my mouth and asked mischievously.
“Are you perhaps scared of me?”
“That’s ridiculous. Not at all? If I had to say, you’re pitiful…”
“Huh? Pitiful?”
“Ah, it’s nothing.”
…This is suspicious.
Suddenly, Son Yena looked up at my face intently. Her eyes were like those of a puppy sad because it couldn’t eat a snack.
I twisted my lips and spoke.
“You have something to tell me, don’t you?”
“…Um, unnie.”
She bit her moist lips once, then carefully spoke.
“Luck is part of the game, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
I answered naively. Then another question followed immediately.
“Then is bad luck also part of the game?”
“Of course.”
“Really? Even bad luck outside the game?”
Son Yena’s expression was begging for an answer.
After some thought, I opened my lips.
“Overcoming that is what makes a pro.”
Hearing my answer, Son Yena dropped her head powerlessly and spoke haltingly.
“I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“I think I’m going to do something terrible.”
“…”
I lowered my body and stared at Son Yena’s face. Her eyes were red and she looked like she was about to cry at any moment.
Finding that cute, I smiled and offered my hand.
“Yena-ya. I don’t know what’s going on, but let’s do our best for now.”
“You won’t… resent me, right?”
Resent. I hesitated to answer for a moment, but,
“I won’t.”
I said firmly.
Then Son Yena held my hand with her small hand. I felt her warm body temperature at my fingertips.
And,
“You two, please take your seats and get ready now!”
The tournament staff ordered the start of the final match.
I returned to my seat, put in my earphones and put on the headset. The sound was cut off as if by a knife, and everything around became quiet.
I slowly closed my eyes and recalled the build I had prepared.
The first game is One Gate Double.
Let’s go as practiced.

“Hey, Hanseok-ah.”
-Yes, hyungnim.
Choi Jongyoon couldn’t hold back his laughter as he took off his apron.
“We succeeded.”
-Oh, fuck!
Choi Jongyoon handed Han Yujin the coffee laced with tranquilizers.
It was a classic method often used in high-stakes golf betting.
At first, he was half in doubt, but when he confirmed Han Yujin drinking it, he inwardly rejoiced.
“How much did you bet on Son Yena?”
-Just in case, I only bet 50 million won. Even though it’s a verified safe playground, I was a bit cautious…
“You idiot! I’ve been using that place for years!”
The winning odds for Son Yena were 15 to 1.
If you put in 50 million won, it comes back as 750 million won.
Choi Jongyoon bet 100 million won, meaning if Han Yujin loses, it would come back as 1.5 billion won.
Choi Jongyoon barely held his trembling voice and said,
“Hey, now that we’ve seen everything, let’s head to the airport early.”
-Yes, hyungnim!
After hanging up, the corners of Choi Jongyoon’s thin lips rose.
‘Fuck. Now it’s time to start a happy life in Thailand.’
And.
Another call came from Lee Hanseok.
“What?”
-Hy-hyungnim.
“Speak quickly, you bastard!”
At Choi Jongyoon’s rebuke, Lee Hanseok’s sigh was heard through the speaker.
-No… That crazy bitch Son Yena, she’s going to lose?
“…What?”

Hyun Junho couldn’t stay still, spinning around in place anxiously.
From the staff seats, they couldn’t see the game screen well, so it was impossible to know exactly how the situation was unfolding. Even when he tried to zoom in with his phone camera, the image quality was too poor to see clearly.
Rilme, who was looking at Han Yujin’s monitor through opera glasses, grumbled.
“I don’t know much about Alien mirror matches. I can’t tell at all who has the advantage.”
Then Hyun Junho, seemingly frustrated, urged,
“Can you at least tell me their positions?”
“HaYoo is at 5 o’clock, and that little one is at 11 o’clock.”
It was diagonal.
In a diagonal position, the rush distance is far, so the side using an early all-in strategy would be at a much greater disadvantage.
Rilme, who was watching the game intently with furrowed brows, sighed.
“Ah, HaYoo failed her scout. The opponent’s Zealot is blocking the entrance.”
“Blocking the entrance? What’s that little kid’s build?”
“…I don’t know. She’s just building a ton of Gateways.”
“Building a ton of Gateways in her main base? Ah, shit. Give me that for a moment.”
“Ah, what!”
Hyun Junho finally couldn’t hold back and snatched Rilme’s opera glasses. When he put his eyes to the lens, the distant monitor appeared close.
Hyun Junho calmly analyzed the unfolding situation. He quickly checked the opponent’s build first.
The opponent was neatly building four Gateways.
“4 Gate… All-in.”
Han Yujin’s scouting Probe didn’t see that and was just wandering in front of the entrance.
Hyun Junho immediately shifted his focus to Han Yujin’s monitor.
Han Yujin’s strategy was One Gate Double.
It was the worst build choice, very vulnerable to a 4 Gate All-in.
Hyun Junho’s brows furrowed. A bitter sigh escaped his lips.
“…Ah, this is too disadvantageous.”
“What? Give it back!”
Rilme snatched back the opera glasses in irritation.
Hyun Junho sat down and pressed his temples firmly with his hands. He let out a trembling voice weakly from his dry throat.
“…Dreams really are scary.”
Even if we generously gave points to Han Yujin, the current situation was 8:2 in her disfavor.
In mirror matches, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the build battle determines everything. The advantage and disadvantage of builds alone greatly tilting the game was both the strength and weakness of mirror matches.
‘…Is there really no way to turn crisis into opportunity?’
As Hyun Junho was agonizing with his fingers interlocked,
Rilme scolded him with an incredulous expression.
“What do you mean big trouble, she won!”
“What?!”
Hyun Junho stood up abruptly.
It was hard to believe. Even with a big skill gap, in mirror matches, it was as difficult as finding a needle in a desert to reverse the game when you’re behind in builds.
Hyun Junho looked at the monitor with a strange excitement and expectation. And he doubted his eyes.
The solution Han Yujin presented was…
“…Shield Battery.”
Shield Battery was a defense tower shunned by users to the point of being rare even in normal games. Literally, an abandoned building that no one uses.
Han Yujin cunningly pulled back Zealots that had lost health in battle. Then she used Shield Batteries to recharge the Zealots’ shields and sent them back to the battlefield.
Then, surprisingly, she was able to barely hold off the opponent’s units pouring out from the 4 Gates.
‘Ah, because it’s diagonal, the straight-line distance is far, so she can operate Shield Batteries.’
Hyun Junho was once again amazed by Han Yujin’s skill and sense that could not possibly be that of an amateur.
Han Yujin had appropriately pulled out the joker card of Shield Battery, like digging out white jade buried in the dirt.
Finally,

<[R]Zenith: gg>
Killerqueen has left the game!
“…She’s really amazing.”
Cheers erupted from the staff seats as they confirmed Han Yujin’s victory. Han Sejun and Moon Jaehyun hugged each other, unable to hide their joy. Kim Hwachang was clenching his fist while filming the process with a camera.
Hyun Junho smiled as he looked at Han Yujin. But something seemed strange.
Han Yujin was putting her hand on her forehead and trembling.

The moment I was certain of victory after blocking Son Yena’s wave of attacks.
I realized that something… was going wrong somewhere I hadn’t noticed.
My vision turned completely white as if my eyeballs had been bleached. Everything I saw wriggled like an illusion.
It became difficult to make expressions or even speak.
It felt like my entire central nervous system was paralyzed, as if stung by a scorpion’s poison.
I looked at the coffee next to me. The coffee I had drunk about half of.
My intuition was screaming. That something was in this coffee. Some drug or whatever.
Just then.
“We’ll start the second game right away!”
“W-wait a moment!”
I barely managed to squeeze out my voice. My dried lips and tongue numbed by the drug slurred my words.
“Can’t we take a short break before continuing?”
“No, we can’t. According to the rules, the 2nd game proceeds immediately.”
Fuck, this is driving me crazy.
The countdown sound was chilling.
I desperately flailed my fingers, which had become heavy like waterlogged cotton, as I entered the game.
What build did I say I was going to use in the 2nd game? Ah, now it seems even my thoughts are stopping.
…That’s right.
The build Son Yena used in the 1st game.
I had prepared a 4 Gate All-in.
I had to end this quickly before my condition worsened further.
Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly.
As fast as possible.
I proceeded with the game at lightning speed as if being chased by something.
Sending out a scout, blocking the entrance, building up to four Gateways.
My hands moved mechanically, but my soul was elsewhere. My mind was filled only with thoughts of wanting to vomit out this drug that had entered my stomach.
I gathered the units coming out of the four Gateways and quickly went on the attack.
The 4 Gate All-in I chose was strong against One Gate but extremely weak against Dark Templar builds.
Now was the time to check my luck.
If a Dark Templar came stomping out of Son Yena’s base, I would have to type GG immediately. My condition wasn’t one where I could struggle and hold on.
And…
The world pushed me mercilessly to a point where it was truly hateful.
My army stopped in place as if they had discovered something and lost their way.
I made eye contact with a Dark Templar wearing a shadow cloak.
Son Yena had come out with a perfect counter build. As if she knew my build.
In the end-
<[R]Zenith: gg>
I threw in the towel without regret.
When Son Yena’s eyes met mine, she hurriedly avoided my gaze and ran out of the arena as if escaping.
I let out an empty sigh.
Now, all that’s left for me is the final match.
But my condition has become the worst in an instant.
What on earth was in that coffee? What was in it to make my body feel so lethargic? No, whatever it was.
I didn’t have time to stand around dazed like this.
I had to spit this out as soon as possible.
I immediately grabbed the takeout coffee cup and ran into the bathroom.
I went into a stall, opened the lid, and tried to vomit everything inside. When it didn’t work well, I even stuck my fingers down my throat to induce vomiting.
The sound of retching as if spilling out my insides filled the bathroom.
“…Haah.”
As usual after vomiting, tears welled up in my eyes.
I couldn’t know exactly what had entered my body, but I spat it all out like vomiting dirty blood. Only then did I feel a little relieved.
I flushed the toilet.
And.
My scattered thoughts came together into one.
The dream I had seen.
So this is why I lost.
When I opened the door and came out, Han Sieun, who had followed me into the bathroom, gave me a worried look.
“Unnie! Are you okay? Why do you look like that!”
I immediately answered.
“Sieun-ah. This coffee…”
“Huh?”
“I think someone drugged it.”
Just then.
Click-
The sound of a door opening came from inside the bathroom.