So-jjang Who Came Up from the Countryside (1)

The moment I woke up, I scrolled through the cafe.

Nothing beats a cafe for pure idea paradise. Viewers even more obsessed than me dump story concepts left and right.

Of course the comments aren't exactly pretty to look at… hehe.

Hope they're holding up okay. Anyway, every once in a while they're a huge boost for creativity.

"War? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hmm… a general? Looks boring. Fighting gangs seems fun, but I can do that later. Do I really have to do this now? Something else. Why do people love fighting in two evenly split sides so much? Is that actually fun?"

The story concepts were way too sprawling and generic, and they still hadn't grasped what I actually wanted.

I don't want political intrigue, schemes, the big picture… all that situational drama.

I just want achievement runs. So-ah becoming police commissioner. So-ah becoming hospital director. So-ah becoming a chaebol chairman… So-ah becoming a gang boss.

That's what I want.

I just want to get high on the image of success.

What I do after becoming commissioner, what I do after becoming hospital director… too much work. Boring. Not my vibe.

The title alone is enough. No—it's so good it actually fills me up.

"What should I do today?"

Unlike the cafe, I had way too much to think about.

There were so many achievement runs I still wanted to do!!

So many things I hadn't accomplished yet.

— Knock knock.

"Seona. Time to get ready to go."

"Ah!! Yes, ma'am…!! Mom, what's today's supply drop?"

"Strawberries. You loved them so much last time, so I bought more."

"Ohh!! Excellent choice!!"

Eheheh. Today I was going to stuff my face for real.

"Is there a lot?"

"I bought plenty."

"Can I go wild and eat as many as I want?"

"Of course."

"Waaah!! I'm eating!! I'm eating them!!"

"No. Go eat them at the office. You eat them once you get to work."

"Ugh… I see."

If I push back here, I only get the strawberries later. I've tried that plenty of times before—total failure every time.

Mom is an unbreakable force. Just listen fast and I get to eat sooner…!!

I scrambled into my clothes.

"Mom, I'm heading out. Call a taxi right away, please."

"Alright. Have a good day today."

"Yes!! Ah. Mom. Mom."

"What is it?"

"I need to run a business in the game—what should I do? Give me a recommendation."

Mom slipped the fruit container into my bag as she answered.

"Business is hard. Don't do it. Be a salaryman. That's better."

"Salaryman? What's that?"

"A company employee. Going to work and collecting a steady paycheck is the happiest thing there is."

"But you can get fired!! Getting fired is scary!!"

"Hahahaha. Then a company president would be too scared of going under to ever start."

"Huh… that's true? But I'm not scared."

Mom was right, and also wrong. I am a company president. But going under doesn't scare me.

It never has. What's scarier is cooking up stream content and getting zero reaction.

"Impressive."

"Eheheh. Right?"

"That's right. Now go."

"Ah… ah!! So what business should I do, then?"

"Hmm… be a distribution boss. Sell goods. Run logistics with delivery vans."

"Oh? Distribution?"

"I've been using Rocket Delivery lately… it's so convenient."

"I love it!! I'm going to dominate the entire distribution industry!! Thank you!!"

Insights pouring in…!! Yes. Perfect.

I'd monopolize all the food. Mom really is brilliant. She handed me the idea on the spot.

I'll make it happen for her right away.

Delusion power ON!! Currently deluding. Beep-beep-beep-beep.

I burned so many brain cells that I snuck a few strawberries from the container and ate them.

"Seona, time to go?"

"I'm using my brain right now. One moment."

"When will you be done using it?"

"It takes a bit. If you talk to me it'll take longer. Concentrating."

"Um… should I call the taxi a little later?"

"Concentrating now."

And so I kept using my brain, and using it, for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over five full minutes until the story was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠complete.

"I've finished writing the whole story. Eheheh."

"Then shall we go?"

"Yes!! Call ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the taxi. And the fruit container… I'm leaving!!"

"Take care."

In the taxi I polished the story a little more.

The concept was so flawlessly perfect that I couldn't help but admire it myself.

The taxi driver even asked if something good had happened to me.

I answered proudly, "Yes." Then added, "Want me to explain? Want to hear it? If you listen, you have to knock a thousand won off the fare."

He said he was fine, thanks.

Honestly, I was a little disappointed in the taxi driver.

My story concept isn't even worth a thousand won? My stream chat loves this stuff…!!

Anyway, I headed up to the office.

"Pyeong-nim. I'm here. I have arrived!!"

"You're here? You're a little late today."

"Ah. I was late because I was cooking up a story concept. I cooked up a whole pile of them today. Ah…!! Before I forget—phone. Phone. I really cooked up something proper this time. Ugh. Busy. So busy."

Thanks to Mom, I'd used my brain for the first time in ages. Getting to feel a delusion again after so long… haah.

My brain right now… feels like it's studying.

Time to finish this with strawberries.

"Eheheh."

I pulled out a fork right away and stabbed strawberries, eating them one after another.

"So basically…"

First, make a new account. No—make an alt. The concept is So-jjang, the country girl who came up to the city. Already funny.

Now I'm a country person. I came to the big city with a huge dream.

And now, I'm someone who sold goods pulling a cart. Yeah… that kind of thing. Just that.

So first I make money pulling a cart, then later I start a taxi business, and become the god of logistics.

I chewed strawberries furiously while organizing my thoughts.

Turning what's in my head into something real is a very difficult process.

If I finally power through that hard process only to get nervous or make a mistake and lose it all, that'd be such a waste.

I wrote the story out very carefully.

"What are you doing?"

"Me? I'm writing a story right now."

"What kind of story?"

"Me. Today I'm So-jjang."

"So-jjang?"

"Yes. Country origin, came up to the city. To accomplish a great undertaking."

"Oh… oh…"

"So I become the godfather of the distribution industry. Start by hauling things with a cart, buy a delivery truck… later hire people and become the boss of the delivery industry. I wrote that whole story. How is it? Insane, right?"

Pyeong-nim's reaction was ambiguous. But that was fine. No—actually good. Even Pyeong-nim swings and misses a lot when it comes to content.

He's incredibly competent, has great sense, and works hard.

But that didn't mean he had no weaknesses.

Whenever he worries about the content side or shows this kind of ambiguous reaction, the stream tends to get pretty solid reviews.

"Oh… okay."

"I'll prove it!! I'll prove it again today."

I've grown. I've learned a lot.

Whatever it is, you prove it on stream.

No matter how much you talk like a dreamer before the stream, no matter how perfect the plan looks—if it flops on stream, it's over.

"I finished the strawberries, so I'm going to go prove it. This is filling. Leaving any would be a sin."

I shoved the last two strawberries into Pyeong-nim's mouth, washed the fruit container, and immediately went live.

"Ah… right!!"

I realized it the moment I started the stream.

Good thing I hadn't switched the screen yet. If chat saw me browsing the cafe and the conversation came up, just thinking about it made me dizzy.

Who do I give the police commissioner seat to? I hadn't thought about that.

And I hadn't even asked the server admin if I could make another account!!

Ah, and that person—Raming's friend, right!!

Uwaah. This is bad. This is really bad.

I haven't prepared a single thing…!! I got lost in a delusion and uwaah…!! Next time I delude, I have to finish all my actual tasks first.

Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts. Right, this is growth too. Yeah. Okay.

"Chat, one moment. Sorry."

I opened Discord immediately.

A message from Raming was already waiting.

Just in case, I opened my own stream on my phone. Thankfully it was still on the waiting screen.

Chat was flooding with "?" messages.

"Chat, one moment. I forgot way too many things!!"

Raming's wall of text asking me stuff… summarize a little, please. Friend or not, this is too much.

In this day and age a three-line summary is mandatory. Hmm…

I sent Raming my honest feelings.

One thing down. Next: the police commissioner seat. Who do I give this to?

Maem-nim would be the right person for the job.

I immediately checked whether Maem-nim was streaming.

Oh no…!! Why, world.

"Maem-nim isn't streaming…"

"Ah. Day off? Aha…!!"

Damn it…!! Who do I give it to? Ugh, um… ah!! I can just give it to Raming's friend.

Yeah. Raming's the hospital director, so if it's Raming's friend then police commissioner… it fits!!

It fits so well. It really fits so well. Done. Finished.

Everything sorted. It's so hot my back is damp.

Whew~ That was close.

"Everyone… whew. That was seriously almost a disaster. All solved. Solved dramatically. There's one thing left, okay? I'm going to get permission for this."

The last one was actually easy. It's my server, but for fairness I should still ask permission, right? I immediately called Neoul on Discord.

"Neoul. Can I make one more character?"

"One alt for me. As So-jjang."

"Thank you!!"

I hung up and spoke to chat.

"From now on I'm going to go around as So-jjang, the country girl who came up to the city!! There's already a right person for police commissioner. Already handled, so don't worry."

Then I spotted a legendary chat message.

Insane. I genuinely never thought of that. It's an amazing idea, but I can't turn my brain any further right now.

I used too many brain cells and I'm exhausted. I'll think about that later.

Right now, So-jjang comes first!!