I'm Just the Supply Goblin
Moteok absolutely crushed it. Her orders were spot-on, her diction crystal clear and stuck right in your ears. And that wasn't all—her aim was insane too. Compared to her, me...?
"Hey, got any energy drinks?"
"Uh... yeah! Got 'em."
"Gimme one... and bandages?"
"Plenty of those too. Ten of 'em! Want some?"
"Yeah, a few."
"Got it."
I dumped seven bandages, four medkits, and five energy drinks on the ground. As Moteok scooped them up, she said,
"Whoa, what the heck. You're killing it on the farming. Good job~"
"Thank you!"
"Seona, got any 5.56?"
"5.56...? Tons."
"Share a bit."
This time, I dropped 150 out of my 250 rounds of 5.56 on the ground. Raming's reaction to grabbing the ammo was great.
"No way, you really have a ton. Way too much. Take some back. Oh, and medkits?"
"Uh... yeah! Lots. Want some?"
"Gimme a few. Wait, why do you have so much? What'd you do? You've got everything?"
"I-I'm rocking a level 3 bag. Picking up everything!"
I had the best bag in the bunch. Talk about lucky. Even full clears rarely hit full ceiling for me. If a breakthrough needed five, I'd cap maybe one or two, and the rest? Forget it. Without luck, I'd be a corpse—I'm that lucky. That's why my inventory's bursting, right?
Not everyone needs to be a crack shot. I suck at shooting, but I'm the supply guy... yeah. Supply duty.
But.
This is kinda sad. What's sad? I'm not sad at all. Everyone's got their strengths. Don't focus on the weak spots—look at the strong ones. Focusing on the good stuff makes you happy!
Since it was a collab, I typed in chat instead of talking.
The replies poured in.
Even one angel trying to see the good side is enough. Can't convince everyone anyway. I'm not that eloquent to begin with. If one person gets me, I'm satisfied. Fighting viewers gains nothing. Why? Viewers are customers, I'm the boss. No need for the boss to scrap with customers. Not my wisdom—Maru told me that once.
Irony is, Maru fights with her viewers a lot. I overhear her streams in my room sometimes. Still at it.
"Right in front. Enemy!! Enemy there."
"Uh... uh, yep!"
The second I heard "enemy," I yanked my eyes from chat to the game screen, but too late. The fate of someone who just sprints mindlessly...
"Dead..."
"Got one kill though. Ah, crap. Mingu, two left. Can do?"
I died pointlessly, but Moteok snagged a kill. Enemy team's down to two—bad odds for them.
"Haa... two behind us. Hit one for three, the other's full HP probably. Better bail?"
She started briefing right away. So cool... I wanna be like that, but I'm glued to chat and miss everything.
"Bail? We got this."
Raming said it with total confidence. So damn cool. Hearing in real life what I'd only fantasized about? Epic.
"Yeah, go for it. I'll watch your back."
"Okey dokey."
"There. Right behind."
"Got eyes."
She hugged the wall, crept slow, then ratatata—dropped one farming enemy. Then, cool as ice, she listened to the briefing and cleaned up the last one. Solo'd two. How. How is she this good? So cool.
"So... cool...! Raming's the coolest..."
"How cool? Gimme praise."
"Super. Awesome. The best."
"Mmm. Kinda lacking. More? More, more."
"More... uh..."
What else? I said it all. What praise? Hmm... praise. Praise. Oh, right.
"Then... praise sticker pop! Collect ten for a praise card!"
Raming's skills were legit. Calm when needed, aggressive when it counted. A girl who's killer at shooters? Hold up! I'm not sexist, but a girl crushing FPS? Nah, probably not. But doubt creeps in. No face reveal, so gender's a mystery, right? How does she shred like that? Wait, why am I even thinking this? I'm just curious! Super curious. Dying of curiosity.
"Raming! Got a question... can I ask?!"
"Uh...? Sure, shoot. What?"
"You a girl? How do you shoot so good?"
"Hahahaha! Big bro feeding you lines? Jjanghyungs got sharp eyes. Can't fool those."
Moteok's laugh came with applause sounds.
"What kinda question is that? She's our teammate. No mental attacks."
"I was just curious..."
"Obviously a girl. What nonsense."
I shrunk up. But it's fair to wonder, right? Back in school, girls who rocked FPS either had gamer boyfriends or... weren't girls. VTubers don't drop ex-bf hints though—that's low-class. Logically? Gotta be a guy.
"It's... fair to wonder... Never seen a girl crush shooters..."
"Girls can game too, Seona. You can too. Don't get down. Practice and anyone can."
"I suck. Ah! No. Wait, I do have something. Right. Infinite whale gacha games! Especially with auto. Needs auto."
"Whoa, Jjanghyung's savage. Every word hits hard and lives rent-free. Most unique person I've met."
Unique? That's good, right? In streaming, unique means standout...!
Big corp Moteok approved my potential. Huge. Wait, no. Not the point. I got serious.
"So you are a girl, right?"
"No. Seriously, what? Obviously. Moteok, explain. This a hidden cam?"
"Beats me. You really a girl? Hand cam? Nope. Jjanghyung's got reason to doubt."
Oh, wait. Right! If memory serves... pure female power maxed. Raming did that... yeah, ASMR. The one that shocked me in Rust. Her?
I pulled up my phone, hit YouTube, checked. Yup. That delinquent sis ASMR. Maid... master. It was her. Girl confirmed. Wait, yeah, girl. Totally a girl.
"Nah, Raming's a girl."
"Huh? Suddenly? Jjanghyung, pick a lane. Confusing."
"Raming... saw your school uniform ASMR. Nose power off the charts."
"Fuck. Hahaha."
"But not editor-level. Ours is iPhone delinquent girl vibes."
"Ooh, real? Must be gorgeous?"
"Yup! You know? Housecat vibe, Marlboro Reds or Menthols, shoulder flower tat... that."
Did I say something wrong? Mood shifted weird. But Raming jumped back in.
"Flow matters, y'know? Flow's all fucked. This right?"
"Don't try to understand. Think you can keep up with Jjanghyung tempo? Feel it in your gut."
"Why you so quotable?"
"Ugh, watch Jjanghyung's stream for real."
"What do you even do on off-days?"
"Me...? Proud 200 Jjang Partisans?"
Jjang Partisans. Metaphor for unbreakable core fans. True to the name, each one packs the firepower of a hundred normies.
What shocked me? Our chat speed. Insane. Hit a 500-1k viewer room and chat crawls—you suffocate. Ours? Nonstop frenzy. Thank the angels and jjangs for that.
Anyway, they own 98% of chat share. But factions: Good Chat Campaign angels... and evil complaint/aspiring troll jjangs. Ratio 2:6. That's 8. Last 2? Psychos. Angels one sec, jjangs the next. Scary viewers. Saw a good chatter turn hater in 30 mins once. Horrifying.
"Mingu. Mingu. Front. Right there."
"Got it. Already saw."
Raming bang-bang-bang—cut one down, but side enemy got her. First round: 5th place. Shame.
"Crap."
"So close..."
"Lil more and we'd chicken."
"Fr. We're good. No hax and we're top."
"Next round? Keep momentum."
"Let's go~"
Alas, momentum fizzled. Four last places, one third... stuck bottom-tier till we quit.