I Became a Malicious Streamer

It feels strange, like something magical has happened.

Dooong~

A light, dreamy sensation that makes everything a bit dizzy.

I couldn’t regain my senses, swept along by this feeling as if being led somewhere.

But despite this, I felt good and, without realizing it, a smile escaped me.

“Umm…”

Now that I think about it, what was I doing?

I slowly looked around.

Amid the noisy sounds, stacked glasses, there was Ryuah and Papi Joah.

And then there was that guy, Burpi, who just arrived earlier.

Ah, I was at the party hall.

“We’re ready, Mollru-nim.”

“Ready?”

What are they talking about?

Burpi aimed the camera connected to a selfie stick at me, not capturing my face at all.

Just my arms and upper body below my face were barely in the frame, while everything else was all about him.

Oh, right! We agreed to broadcast.

When people said they were looking for me, I decided to go live with Burpi.

Recovering my lost memories, I smiled and nodded.

“…It’s okay, right?”

“Of course! It’s all good. Really good.”

“Hmmm…”

Burpi crossed his arms and stared at me for a moment.

I met his gaze and, for some reason, felt happy. I grinned.

“Ahem! Yes, let’s go live. I’ll turn on the stream.”

For some reason, Burpi’s face turned red as he moved his hand to turn on the phone.

“Is Ryuah not going live?”

“I’m okay…”

“Papi-nim, how about you?”

“Me too…”

Looks like those two are totally drained, as if something sucked the life out of them.

Maybe they’re just tired.

“Ah, ah! Can you hear me, everyone? I’m currently at a Switch party!”

With Burpi’s greeting, the broadcast began.

Bam!

“…How did all these people gather here? Did they mark the coordinates? For now, I’ll enable slow chat. Everyone, the chat is moving too fast for me to read it.”

“Yeaaah~.”

“Mollru-nim, you don’t need to answer.”

[Mollru, what’s up today? Super cute, LOL!]
[I came here because my crazy friend is here.]
[The community coordinates have already been marked.]
[Just the two of you with a guy… just the two of you with a guy…]
[I might not be able to stand it! I might not be able to stand it?!]
[I heard Papi and Ryuah are here, what’s this person talking about?]
[Can’t hear anything right now, just excited, ㅇㅇ]
[Looks like drunk energy, gives off that ‘midnight broadcast’ vibe.]
[The legendary stream with no replay available!]
[Are we also doing a driving broadcast today?]
[If you drive now, your license will be suspended at least!]
[Do you even have a license?]
[LOL, the Bangjang is definitely drunk.]
[There’s another Bangjang here…]
[From now on, this will be our room!]
[This broadcast has been taken over by a wretched viewer base.]
[Looks like the Bangjang had a company dinner.]

“Geez, what’s going on with the chat…”

For Burpi, who mainly focuses on YouTube, experiencing this kind of chat chaos was new.

He usually had a decent number of live viewers due to his overwhelming subscriber count, but seeing over 10,000 or nearly reaching 20,000 was another story.

And all those viewers had high energy levels!

He realized in merely 5 minutes of broadcasting how that streamer and their fans were a whole different league.

“I was planning to do a Q&A with Mollru-nim briefly…”

“Q and A…”

“Yeah, but I guess that’s out the window now. I’ll have to set subscriber-only chat.”

Taking somewhat extreme measures.

Dual control with slow chat and subscriber-only chat.

It was a strong response, disregarding public sentiment, but the effect was definitely apparent.

However, Burpi didn’t know.

Why the viewers in Mollru’s room were called the Mottugi.

“No, what do you mean by subscribers…”

Burpi couldn’t finish his sentence.

For about a minute, it felt like the chaos calmed down, just slightly.

But suddenly, with a flood of new subscriber notifications, that peace didn’t last long.

[Mollru's Broth just subscribed for 1 month!]
-Ah, this is what subscribing means.

“Ah, yes. Thank you for subscribing, Mollru’s Broth!”

“Thank you~!”

“Uh, Mollru-nim, please stay still. I don’t think you should move right now?”

“Eh? They subscribed, so I should react! What are you talking about?”

“No, it’s just…”

“Burpi-nim, being a big company, are you not going to react? Is that who you are?”

“Mollru-nim is more of a big company than I am!”

“So that’s what you are…”

“Why are you trying to bury me?”

Burpi diverted his gaze from Mollru and glanced at the chat.

Already, quite a few had subscribed, and though not as fast as before, the chat was ramping up again.

[Yep, subscribing is all it takes.]
[We’ve reclaimed our land.]
[LOL, doubling the reactions but still no subscriptions?]
[Are you seriously not going to see the cute drunk Mollru reactions?]
[This doesn’t happen every day, it’s a missed chance…]
[Cute! Cute! Cute! Cute! Cute!]
[This house won’t be forgotten…]

Every time Mollru opened her mouth, it was like the stock market reacting wildly, reflecting global stocks.

She was drunk, speaking without a filter and felt as though there was a time bomb next to her.

Burpi wiped his face in disbelief.

“I actually hope the broadcast gets interrupted.”

Mobile broadcasts run through phones tend to disconnect due to high viewer numbers or poor connection, among other factors.

But contrary to Burpi’s wish, today the broadcast was holding up well, unlike other times when it often glitched.

With the tsunami-like wave of chat messages, Burpi decided once again to make drastic adjustments.

“I’ll only read the donation messages. I’m sorry.”

“Wow… Burpi-nim is going to get rich!”

“I’m not going to eat it all. It’ll be split 90% Mollru-nim, 10% me.”

“Everyone heard that…? Hurry up and donate.”

With Mollru’s remark, donations began pouring in.

[Lemon donated 50,000 won!]
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[Winia donated 100,000 won!]
[Sususu donated 150,000 won!]
…

[Daeja’s Keeper donated 100,000 won!]
-Gave 90,000 for cute Mollru.

“Wow, thank you so much, Daeja’s Keeper, for your donation of 100,000 won. If you have anything to say or question for Mollru-nim, she’ll answer for you.”

“That’s right~…”

“Mollru-nim, aren’t you going to thank your donors? Is that how you are?”

“Yeah, I usually only say thank you when I really want to. I said it too much before, so it’s kind of tough right now.”

“No…”

Burpi looked at Mollru with disbelief.

Earlier, she had painted viewers as ungrateful people who saw them only as dollar signs, yet she was acting cool as a cucumber.

[Can’t hold it together, huh? You’re already dizzy from Mollru’s spicy flavor?]
[She’s always been like that, so it doesn’t bother her.]
[Mollru/Controversy/Donation/Viewers Insulting Comments]
[When you were excited, you were spinning, but now you’re suddenly adamant.]
[This is the flavor! This is what I missed!]
[Just keep broadcasting every day.]
[Acting like you wouldn’t join a Switch party, and now you’re suddenly at one.]

After that, it was chaos with donations coming in at full speed.

Bam!

“Ugh… my head…”

With a splitting headache, I woke up.

My mouth felt parched, and my eyes wouldn’t properly open.

“Water…”

Normally, I would sleep longer, but the thirst drove me to get up.

This place feels unfamiliar.

A wide, white bed.

The soft mattress was all crumpled up.

I must have made it that way while I was sleeping.

I tossed around, trying to figure out my surroundings.

Drinking the water that sat on the nightstand felt like nectar, and once I regained a bit of my senses…

So, where am I?

What’s this cushion next to me?

Thud—

“Uhh…”

“Huh?”

It wasn’t a cushion, but a person.

Now that I look closer, it’s too long and thick to be just a cushion.

When I peeled back the cover of what looked like a white caterpillar, a person emerged from inside.

“Hee…”

Ryuah seemed to be lost in a pleasant dream, smiling as she slept.

There was only one huge bed in the room.

Outside the window, the sun was just rising.

Why are Ryuah and I sleeping in the same room?

Ryuah’s house is in Busan.

The theory that this is her house gets automatically ruled out.

Directly across from me was a TV, a small refrigerator below, a computer and desk.

“Is this a hotel…?”

Upon inspecting the surroundings, I realized that while not extravagant, this place was a fairly expensive hotel.

Then, why am I here?

My plan was to hang out with people yesterday, then take a taxi back home in the early morning.

I just realized my memories are a bit hazy.

I can’t even recall how I ended up here or what exactly happened inside the party hall.

In cases like this, I just need to trace back slowly.

The last thing I remember from yesterday was…

-Were you not keen on the drink I poured for you?

-I guess you really don’t like me…

-Are you really not that kind of person, being a big company? Is that really you?

“What is this…”

Strange memories merged together confusingly.

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