Debt Demon Iron Streamer (1)
I check my bank account.
There's about a million won staring back at me—a hefty sum. Of course, it's not truly mine; it's what Simhae Cheongsobu lent me.
Hah, she's a fellow Iron scrub just like me...
Simhae Cheongsobu. A creepy netkama degenerate swimming in the deep end. Always glued to the game all day, so no way she has a job. Probably another burnout scraping by like me.
And worse, she's got a severe case of weeb-itis. From the looks of it, that'll never get fixed in this lifetime.
"Gotta pay her back quick."
She might have to survive on cup ramen for the foreseeable future.
From today on, I'm a money-crazed demon.
Demon. That's me right now. Can't slack off after borrowing cash from a friend.
"Everyone. Thinking of trying some new content today."
I open Notepad and type out some text.
Happy Duo with Geogeun Wondil-nim
"Don't be shocked! From now on, I'll duo with the top donor!"
This was today's content. A bit desperate, but no choice if I wanna rake in cash. Gotta use myself as bait to squeeze out donations somehow.
"Uh."
Super negative vibe!
Had to admit I got cocky. So I hurriedly added,
"Oh, and I'll play support if you want. Or whatever lane's comfy for you..."
These fuckers?
"No, why! I'll call shots and everything, we can play together?"
It's an honor! A once-in-a-lifetime chance!
Trembling with rage...
"Y-you'll regret this for real later..."
Roughly 150:1 odds.
Frustrating, but no winning an argument here.
Literally mass-lynched by viewers, I snapped and lost all reason.
"FUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING DOGS!!!!!!"
"Haa... haa..."
I steady my breathing. Raging and yelling plays right into their hands.
Just think how to pry cash from these wallets.
Hypnotize myself. Money only from now on. Think of Simhae Cheongsobu surviving on cup ramen three times a day after lending me money.
...
...!!!
"Everyone. You trash my skills, but confident in yours?"
"Okay. Prove it. 1v1 mid bash."
Why would I give? Should be taking instead.
"Entry fee though. Just 10k won for a soul-clashing 1v1 with me."
Trembling...! Not doing it?
"C-chickened out. Total pussy... Not like 10k's too much."
"Chicken...?"
Asgard QuickExpert has donated 10,000 won!
"Wooow!"
Actually got one.
Diamond Gatekeeper has donated 10,000 won!
"Woooow!"
Another one!
"Th-thanks. I'll get you obliterated in return."
Stag Beetle has donated 10,000 won!
Donations kept pouring in after that!
A police station in Seoul.
"Haa..."
Dandan Mukjik. He rolls his stiff neck, stretching. His job: cop. Rank: sergeant.
Dandan Mukjik stretches once, then sits back down. His gaze lands on his smartphone screen on the desk.
[Geogeun Wondil Stream ON]
"Hm..."
Watching the stream, Dandan Mukjik's brow furrows.
Something's off no matter how I look at it.
He recalls their meeting a few days ago in the park. Oversized droopy hoodie and baggy sweatpants... No way clothes for a girl that age.
Child abuse... or neglect likely.
That's not all. Streaming now, begging donations like money-mad, spewing curses unfit for polite company. Mental state doesn't match that cute kid face.
Emotional instability and affection deprivation...
Clearly didn't grow up in a normal home.
Plus, that pissed-off money obsession screams exploitation or dire survival threat.
Someone blackmailing her into streaming?
Could be an adult puppeteer behind it.
"No way..."
Dandan Mukjik clicks his tongue bitterly. 20 minutes pass. Stream shifts from games to chit-chat, so-called Just Chatting.
"I'm beat too, so games end here. But Just Chatting—1k won per question. Broke asses no questions."
Acting tough, but to Dandan Mukjik, it looked like a cry for help.
What the hell's happening to her...!
Couldn't imagine.
Amid that, 1k donations pop with light questions.
"Main Nike. Cool like me."
"Hated supports... that minion-farming fucker last time? Tool like you doesn't dine with Prince ADC."
"Dinner... triangle kimbap. Snack Choco Ball."
Casual question vibe. Seizing the moment, Dandan Mukjik hesitates then sends a donation.
Dandan Mukjik has donated 1,000 won!
How old are you?
Basic personal info check. Dandan Mukjik holds his breath, waiting. Too real a question; might dodge.
"Age? Exact's secret. Just know 20s."
Dandan Mukjik's eyes widen watching.
What? Twenties...?
That face? That build?
Impossible.
Looked middle school max. High school generously. But adult? Worst scenario hits Dandan Mukjik.
Malnutrition...
Pretty plausible. Long-term starvation and abuse could stunt growth.
Big problem. Gotta ask about home first.
Dandan Mukjik decides to donate again. Confirm no guardian top priority. As he ponders message...
Do you have no parents?
This line's no good. Too direct.
No adults at home?
This too weird. Smells like interrogation.
Hm.
After agonizing, Dandan Mukjik settles on a message.
Dandan Mukjik has donated 1,000 won!
By any chance, no parents?