Streaming? Way Too Much (5)
3 wins, 2 losses.
That was my record from today's stream.
"And that's it for the broadcast... Time to log off."
The chat window filled with disappointed viewers. I tilted my head.
...Why am I even popular?
Viewership had hit 400 before I knew it. I nearly bombed out as total dogshit, but the reactions were surprisingly hot. Of course, most of the hype came from my past misdeeds, so the audience was basically a pack of demons.
"Nope. I'm a busy person too. So that's it for today."
Everyone enjoying it was nice, but I couldn't push further.
Too much had happened today. Suddenly going live and skyrocketing, then plummeting right after. Trying to recover my image, only to lose it raging at that hyeji support... My emotions had been a total rollercoaster. Even tough-as-nails Geogeun Wondil might handle it, but frail little Yuaran's stamina couldn't.
"Anyway, gotta run—got urgent business. My schedule's packed today."
Time to crash hard.
Harsh! Unemployed folks got their own busy lives too!
"Ah, whatever—I'm out! See you next time!!"
I ignored the complaints and slammed the end broadcast button.
Broadcast ended.
"Haa..."
Once the screen went dark, I slumped in my chair, pressing my forehead with the back of my hand.
"Gonna die for real."
Never dreamed streaming was this soul-draining heavy labor. Playing games, watching chat, reacting to donations—total multitasking god mode.
Still, not all bad.
176,000 won
Made a whopping 170k today. That's over 100 triangle kimbaps. Basically covered a month's groceries in one day.
"Ehehe~"
200k in three hours flat. What's the hourly rate?! Back in day labor, I'd slave for peanuts like this!
Sure, first-day hype— that "open boost" thing. Tomorrow it'd normalize, but hey, happy is happy.
"Feeling good."
I grinned like an idiot and dove into bed.
*
Next day.
"You fucking trash-tool bitch!!!!!!!!"
Day 2 of streaming. Back at the monitor, screaming my lungs out as usual. Dropped the fake politeness a bit, just streaming comfy like old times.
Viewers: 400
Despite yesterday's chaos and early logoff, viewers flooded back the second I went live.
Weirdos.
What's fun about watching a dude game? No clue.
Kept streaming like that when the doorbell rang.
*Ding-dong.*
"Hm."
Doorbell at this hour? Who?
I parked my champ roughly inside the tower and headed out. Sure enough, the house landlord grandpa's kind face waited at the door.
"Hello, Grandpa."
"Heh heh... Doing well?"
Early sixties maybe? White hairs peeking through, but fit from steady exercise.
Why was he here, though? Glancing at the wall calendar, I guessed immediately.
"Um... Grandpa."
I cleared my throat.
"Here about rent, right? Thing is, I don't have it right now..."
"Hm..."
Grandpa trailed off awkwardly.
"Sorry, but... it's been three months already. My situation's tight too—can't delay anymore."
Gasp.
Three months behind on rent already...
"I'm sorry! But money's coming soon, for real? Just started a gig!"
It's fine. Made over 170k yesterday. No cash now, but soon.
"Next month, I'll pay it all back with interest!"
"Hmmm..."
As Grandpa eyed my face thoughtfully—
*Ping! Ping! Ping!*
Someone in-game spamming pings. Probably me—AFK inside tower, so ~~ requests help! pings everywhere, raging.
Stop...!
Bad timing. Gaming while behind on rent looks awful.
It's not gaming, it's work.
But streaming ain't respected by elders. Just "playing around." As I squeezed my eyes shut, pondering excuses—
"Oho... Isn't that Asgard?"
"Huh?"
I peeked open an eye.
"You know Asgard?"
"Heh heh... Of course. Been playing lately myself."
A sly smile crept on Grandpa's lips.
"...Whaaat?!"
Shocking confession. Grandpa's age on Asgard? And not some chill healer game, but this trash-tier disease-ridden MOBA?
"National game, huh. You like gaming too, Grandpa?"
"Hm... Grandkid's hooked on Asgard, so started to play together... Heh heh."
"Ah, for your grandkid?"
"Yep. But the scenery's nice... Characters cute... Grew on me."
Aha, that type. Asgard's models were adorable and serene. Bad rep all on the players.
"But... young folks these days lack chill. All fighting, cursing... Tsk tsk."
"Yeah, it's intense..."
"Anyway, gaming's fine, but don't rage too much. Bad for health~"
Grandpa patted my shoulder kindly.
"I'll wait on the rent—don't worry."
Whew, dodged it.
"Thank you! Really!"
I bowed deeply. Fire out, but need cash fast...
Hm.
...Gotta grind streams hard?
*
Seoul suburbs, riding stables.
A white horse galloped gracefully over the grass there.
*Neigh!*
The horse finished a lap, panting roughly to a stop.
The rider atop dismounted lightly in one motion.
*Thud.*
"...Good work."
Sin Yuli. She removed her gloves, stroking the horse's neck. Then to the table, crossing her legs in a chair with a long sigh.
"Hoo."
Black hair contrasting snow-white skin, 168cm height with model-slim proportions... But not just skinny—tight riding gear hugged impressive curves.
"Ma'am, water?"
The staff asked. Sin Yuli muttered blankly.
"Sparkling water."
She turned on her smartphone, face still blank.
[GeogeunWondil - Offline]
"...Not streaming."
Sin Yuli moved to turn off the screen, inwardly disappointed. But notifications buzzed nonstop.
*Buzz, buzz, buzz.*
Sin Yuli covered her mouth, leaning forward. Not happy at his misery, but the chat sparked inexplicable cheer. She fired back quick fingers.
Endless lol spam in chat, but her lips twitched up just a bit. Offline her and online her? Total 180.
"Heh."
Stifling a laugh, Sin Yuli typed furiously again.
Harsh words, but she'd already opened her bank app mid-send.
She's good at paying back.
Geogeun Wondil borrowed often—bills, food money.
Sin Yuli sent cash regularly; he always scraped together payback. Kept his word quietly.
Wouldn't mind if he didn't.
A million won was pocket change to her.
He assumed she was broke like him. Sin Yuli let it slide.
"...Hm."
Chat done, Sin Yuli changed and headed out. A sleek sports car waited.
Opening the door, she murmured softly.
"...Head home, watch some streams maybe."