“So, you chose the top and bottom separately because you thought they looked good together?”
[Party] Killer: Yes.
“You mean the Roman top and the Dawn’s Judge pants?”
When I told Killer to try matching an outfit they thought looked nice, this was their choice.
[Party] Killer: Yep.
[Party] Killer: It looks cool.
“Ah…”
I couldn’t stop my true thoughts from slipping out.
Roman and Dawn’s Judge were both well-designed in their own right, so there was nothing inherently wrong with the look. Each set had parts like cloaks and insignias that allowed for different stylistic variations.
The issue was that their designs were drastically different. Roman was a fitted uniform, while Dawn’s Judge followed an assassin concept, making the pant legs somewhat loose.
At this point, I was seriously wondering if Killer had some kind of deep-seated fantasy about combat-ready baggy pants.
But the real problem was something else entirely.
[Party] Killer: The color contrast is pretty too.
“Contrast, my ass.”
It was the colors that were the real problem.
The Roman top was red, and the Dawn’s Judge pants were navy blue. It was practically a reincarnation of the Taegeukgi flag. Even the protestors waving flags in the square wouldn’t dress like this.
“Um… wouldn’t it feel more cohesive if you wore a matching set?”
[Party] Killer: That’d be too boring.
[Party] Killer: I want to wear both!
At Killer’s classic fashion-disaster logic, Sa-yoon clutched his forehead. Throbbing. He could feel a headache forming out of nowhere.
Despite their very cooperative attitude, the results were… catastrophic. Worse yet, Killer seemed quite pleased with their own coordination.
Sa-yoon crossed his arms and tapped his forearm with his index finger.
Initially, he had planned to just refine the details while keeping Killer’s personal taste intact. Everyone had their own preferences, after all. But there was a limit to how much he could respect those preferences.
Then again, if he was going to intervene completely from the start, another thought crossed his mind—wouldn’t it be better to just overhaul Killer’s entire wardrobe to match his own tastes from head to toe?
[Party] Killer: Or how about this?
While Sa-yoon was deep in thought, a green jacket appeared draped over Killer’s shoulders. A massive ornamental piece split down the middle adorned their chest. It was an outerwear item from the top section.
[Party] Killer: It looked a little plain.
[Party] Killer: So I added a cape too ><
Leaving them to their own devices was making things worse by the second. Now flaunting the three primary colors in all their glory, Killer twirled in place right in front of Chasa.
The thick jacket on their shoulders billowed out, briefly sweeping past Chasa. Overhead, a flood of “lol” appeared and disappeared above the spectators’ heads at the sight of this chaotic color combination.
[Party] Killer: Should I add more?
“No! Just—don’t add anything else.”
Killer must have completely misunderstood Sa-yoon’s silence as encouragement because they were about to suggest even more additions. Seeing that their chest was on the verge of becoming a storage unit for accessory parts, Sa-yoon hurriedly put a stop to it. He gritted his teeth so hard while speaking that his words came out garbled—”Tsgghhzz mmh.”
[Party] Killer: Okay~
[General] Swakkoong: But why does the ex-leader keep holding fashion shows in front of the new leader? Feels like they’re getting checked or something.
[General] GegulGegulFrog: Looks like Chasa is giving them fashion advice!
[General] Freedeal: No way.
[General] Killer: Yeah, that’s exactly it. LOL.
[General] FluffySteamedPotato: Ohhh, certified fanboy moment.
[General] Killer: ><
[General] Freedeal: Omg, finally, all the suffering from the server transfer was worth it TTTTT
[General] Shokrates: Pant pant Chasa personally curating an outfit? I’m so hyped!
[General] GegulGegulFrog: Dude, the way you’re breathing like that kinda makes you sound like a perv…
[General] Shokrates: ㅗ
Sa-yoon was too deep in distress to even register the chat. Forget respecting personal taste. The moment he saw the horrifying red-green-blue combo, that plan was scrapped on the spot.
And now that word had gotten out that he was giving fashion advice, there was no way in hell he could let Killer roam around looking like that. An odd sense of duty welled up inside him.
“First, get rid of that outerwear.”
[Party] Killer: ㅠㅠ
[Party] Killer: But it’s pretty, I don’t wanna take it off.
“Do you dress like this in real life too? Do your friends never say anything about your outfits?”
[Party] Killer: Nope, never.
“…Seriously? Not a single one?”
If anyone with functioning eyes saw that color combination, there was no way they’d stay silent. His doubt naturally led to another question.
[Party] Killer: I don’t have any friends.
The subject of that sentence was “friends”?!
Sa-yoon, who had been casually tossing out remarks, suddenly shut his mouth.
Thinking back, Killer had never once mentioned making plans or meeting up with anyone outside the game. There had been a moment when he’d wondered if they even had friends. Turns out, they really didn’t.
It’s like calling a handsome guy ugly—it’s just a joke. But if you say it to someone who’s actually ugly, it becomes an insult. Thankfully, this conversation was happening through a screen.
“Uh… yeah. That happens. Life is… you know, it’s a solo journey.”
The man with hundreds of contacts saved in his phone stammered out a blatant lie. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure what was coming out of his mouth at this point. He was just desperately trying to smooth things over.
[Party] Killer: Yep.
[Party] Killer: But in real life, I mostly just wear whatever’s on the mannequins. LOL.
Honestly, that made perfect sense.
The only reason this even looked halfway acceptable was because it was on an 8-head-tall, model-proportioned game character. If someone tried to wear an outfit like this in real life, there was no way they could pull it off.
Unintentionally, an image flashed through Sa-yoon’s mind—a short, stocky guy dressed in a chaotic mix of bright red, blue, and green.
“Uh, yeah. That’s the right approach. Keep doing that. Professionals know best when it comes to fashion.”
Fortunately, Killer didn’t seem particularly offended. As Sa-yoon let out a quiet breath of relief, Killer’s top suddenly shrank, revealing a well-defined set of abs.
“Hey, are you an idol or something?”
This was a separate issue entirely.
[Party] Killer: Cropped tops look nice…
What kind of bullshit logic was that? Were they trying to live out some unfulfilled dream through their character?
“Serious question—why do you keep making your tops shorter?”
[Party] Killer: People say short or low-cut tops suit me.
“And who the hell told you that nonsense?”
Who the hell recommended this kind of look to a 20-year-old guy? They were definitely messing with him.
Fueled by conviction, Sa-yoon’s voice took on a rougher edge. Maybe it was because Killer had just admitted they had no friends, but it pissed him off even more.
“If someone told you that, then—”
He was fully prepared to tell them to flip that person off with a nice middle finger.
[Party] Killer: My mom did.
“…Oh.”
Back-to-back emotional damage.
And this time, it was family. The fighting spirit that had flared up inside Sa-yoon instantly plummeted. What the hell was up with today?
“If… uh, if someone says that, you should totally take their advice. Your mom clearly has a great sense of style.”
[Party] Killer: But I do get told I look like an idol sometimes. LOL.
Sa-yoon’s face twisted at the next message. That had to be something his mom told him too, right? Yeah… he wasn’t about to go on a third adventure down that road.
“Sure, sure… Anyway, how about we just hit the reset button first?”
He replied absentmindedly, offering a half-hearted agreement. He hadn’t even properly given any styling advice yet, but just stepping into these traps had already drained him.
[Party] Killer: But you know…
[Party] Killer: There is something weird.
“What is it?”
The next response was something he absolutely couldn’t brush off.
[Party] Killer: I based it off your look, but I don’t know why the vibe feels different.
“…What part of this is the same?”
This was slander. If this outfit was modeled after his, Killer needed to close the game and book an appointment with an eye doctor ASAP.
“Look closely. My outfit is completely different.”
[Party] Killer: Not the one you’re wearing now.
[Party] Killer: The one from that post you made before.
“…There’s no way.”
He had no recollection of ever creating such an unholy fashion disaster.
[Party] Killer: And, I mean, navy and black basically look the same in the dark.
Anyone who measured colors by pixel coordinates would have keeled over at that statement.
Sa-yoon was one of those people.
Helping someone coordinate their outfit was so much harder than he expected. For a brief moment, he found himself holding newfound respect for every profession in the counseling field.
[Party] Killer: Is it really that bad?
[Party] Killer: ㅠㅠ
[Party] Killer: I swear I put this together based on your post.
“When did I ever wear something like this…?”
Wear this mess?
Sa-yoon was about to firmly deny it when he suddenly stopped.
Roman. Dawn’s Judge. And the infamously flashy Kaliga’s Conqueror Coat.
A flood of memories hit him like a slap to the face. Posts he had written flashed through his mind—“How Roman’s Look Changes Depending on the Insignia,” “Mixing Dawn’s Judge Pants for a Different Outfit,” “Kaliga’s Conqueror: A Cloak That Goes with Everything.”
That last one even made it to the main page.
Which meant…
Every piece Killer was so stubbornly insisting looked nice—every single item they had proudly thrown together—had, at some point, been something he had posted to the image boards.
