Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Let's See If You Can Do Well Without Me!
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📰 Breaking News Let's see if you can do well without me! (Guest body image attached) 1. Let's see if you can do well without me!
"Sorry, Jae-ho. This is the end of the line for you."
"Pardon?"
"You can quit the editing gig."
The man with the blank expression said it to me straight.
The goofy face he usually showed on stream was completely gone.
I stared back, utterly baffled.
This was on the level of the Magic Faction and Martial Faction burying the hatchet—pure nonsense.
"So... you're saying I should focus on manager duties?"
"What are you on about? Su-a's taking over that from now on. You're free to go."
For a split second, genuine confusion washed over me.
'He's firing me?'
The guy in front of me was a big deal. Ma-sam, the streamer and newtuber with a massive fanbase.
That said, he was a notorious cheapskate, womanizer, and lazybones(?).
Especially—he couldn't do jack for himself. I'd handled everything.
'This guy who can't even use a delivery app without help is cutting me loose?'
Sure, the new editor Su-a was supposedly stepping in.
But I had serious doubts about that working out.
My guess? A solid 100% failure rate.
I shook my head slowly, then asked one more time.
"You really want me gone?"
"Yeah. Scram."
His rude attitude made my blood boil for a moment. Plus, the three years I'd sunk into learning streaming from him felt wasted.
But I swallowed my anger quick. Nodded.
"Got it. Understood."
Exactly this thought hit me:
'Let's see if you can do well without me.'
He'd regret it soon enough, no doubt.
Of course, no point rubbing it in. He wouldn't listen anyway.
I turned to leave. Just walk out.
Then, something I'd forgotten popped into my head.
I cracked a slight smile.
Knowing that cheapskate's personality, he'd flip out over this.
"Oh, right! Deposit my severance into my account."
"Severance? What severance?"
"Don't, and I'll report you to the Labor Department."
"Hey! Park Jae-ho!!"
His panicked shout came from behind. Bet he hadn't even thought about severance.
Thud.
I bolted out of his studio.
No desire to stick around. All my lingering feelings had evaporated after that mess.
'Ha...! After all the slave labor I put in...!'
Still, the suddenness left me feeling lost.
Especially more than your average Joe.
'What now?'
I was a bit different from the folks in this dimension. Make that worlds apart in origin.
I was from Earth.
Yeah, this place called itself Earth too.
But my world had no magic, no martial arts, no other races, no monsters.
Just your plain old everyday reality.
This dimension I'd landed in? Totally different.
Same geography and place names, sure—but a whole other world.
And in it, I'd been a newtube editor. Same job as back home, so easy adjustment.
Until now, when I got canned.
'Sigh. What am I gonna live on?'
Luckily, I had legit status. Got citizenship while editing.
That was it, though.
No real degree. No parents to fall back on. Basically on my own.
'Gotta scout a place to crash first.'
Until now, I'd crashed with Ma-sam (pretty much as his live-in servant).
No housing worries. Now? Shelter was priority one.
I sighed, heading for a nearby motel. Knew the area like the back of my hand.
That's when it hit.
"Whoa! It's Jae-ho bro!"
"Ack! Ma-sam Manager!"
"Where?! No way, for real?!"
Forgot this was Ma-sam's studio turf. Forgot my hat hid my face.
I'd popped up plenty on his streams—not as a guest, but helping out meant unavoidable cameos.
So yeah, I had some recognition. These kids charging at me proved it. Eyes sparkling as they closed in.
"Jae-ho bro! You're so handsome!"
"Photo together!"
"What’s Ma-sam bro up to?"
"Another errand for him?"
Of course, they were here for Ma-sam.
I talked the kids down easy.
I was done with Ma-sam now.
"Ma-sam bro's inside the studio. Wanna knock?"
"For real?!"
"Who knows? Maybe he'll come out."
"Whoa! Thanks!"
They bolted for the studio. Classic Ma-sam popularity.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Ma-sam bro! Come out!"
"We know you're in there!!"
Imagining his headache brought a petty thrill.
'Kids, so he can't even snap properly. Heh.'
But no time to gloat.
Time to bail.
I hoofed it quick to the motel.
Ma-sam's studio faded from view. Safe now.
More importantly, those kids sparked an idea.
'I'm more recognizable than I thought.'
Not big-corp streamer level. But solid mid-tier fame.
'Should I debut as a streamer?'
Starting with built-in name recognition? Huge edge. Play it right, and doors open.
'Yeah. Can't learn martial arts or magic anyway... best shot.'
Public story: amicable split from Ma-sam. Keeps him from messing with me.
'He won't want rumors of firing his three-year manager over cash.'
Ma-sam wasn't dumb.
Just too much of a flirt(?) cheapskate.
Anyway, motel first, then house hunt.
I picked up the pace.
Weird.
Fired from my job, yet my steps felt light.
Like a slave tasting freedom?
'I'm free now.'
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Luckily, I found a decent studio apartment nearby.
Quickly set up the stream rig after.
Years in the game—child's play.
Soon, a pro-level stream room took shape.
Wrapped the whole place in soundproofing. No neighbor complaints.
High-spec PC, stream mic, lights—the works. Looked legit.
Cleared out my savings doing it.
'Ramen diet from here on out.'
Grim reality check.
Still, chin up.
'Streams'll pay the bills.'
Streaming wasn't easy here either. Breaking out was tough.
But I had a plan.
Not banking on my half-decent looks. Something better.
Pulled out my smartphone. Scrolled contacts.
'Lemme see... Rena sis? Nah, An Young sis is better.'
Dropped into this world with nothing.
But connections? Plenty.
Streaming network especially—perks of being Ma-sam's manager/editor.
I booked all the guests, handled them too. Network inevitable.
'Plenty owe me favors.'
Manager life: meet every type.
Like that streamer who nearly got into it with a martial artist after a drinking mukbang. I smoothed it over.
No one knew. Not even Ma-sam. Just me and her.
She'd been putty since. Perfect leverage now.
'Time to cash in.'
I smirked slyly.
Win-win. Collab revenue split 50/50.
Shot An Young sis a KakaoTalk after ages.
Reply came fast, as expected.
💬 Message — Streamer An Young Heyyy. Jae-ho. Long time no chat. What's up? ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A bit later.
"Hey everyone! It's An Young! Jae-ho's happy to see you too!"
"An Young sis! Come on in."
As expected, she jumped at the collab.
I glanced her way.
Her voluptuous curves and deep cleavage were killer.
'She dressed up more than I thought?'
Dongtan look(?), with a plunging neckline to boot.
Perfect for me. More skin, more viewers.
She wasn't thrilled, though.
"Calling me out this early? Rude."
"It's 2 PM."
"Feels like dawn to me."
Prime streamer nap time.
That's why I picked it. Ma-sam was snoozing too.
"First stream ever. Cut me some slack, sis."
"Tch. Fine, you're cute."
Pro streamer vibes—chat flowed smooth from jump.
Checked the chat.
500 viewers already.
Insane for a debut. My fame + her pull.
500 ain't small. Chat flying fast.
💬 Stream Chat — Anon1 Why's Ma-sam's editor streaming here? — Anon2 Went independent from Ma-sam. — Anon3 An Young boobs massive af. — Anon4 ↑↑↑ — Anon5 Ma-sam editor got cam boost? — Anon6 They kinda match lololol Quick chat skim, then back to it. Needed to hammer this home.
"Yeah, I went independent from Ma-sam bro. Wanted to stream. He's cheering me on big time."
Total BS. But it worked. Won over his corporate fans.
— Anon7 That cheapskate supporting? Wild. — Anon8 100% ditched for a girl editor. — Anon9 Kick the troll above. — Anon10 Debut chukahamnida lol Managed my expression reading chat. Didn't expect fans nailing Ma-sam's psyche spot-on.
Anyway, kept the stream rolling fun with An Young.
"How 'bout it? Sexy, right sis?"
"Yeah... pretty sexy."
"Pfft, look at that blush?"
"No fair squeezing like that!"
Light banter, then mukbang.
"Ooh! Sushi! How'd you know I love it?"
"You've guested on Ma-sam bro's stream how many times? Duh."
"Aww, sweet!"
But this wouldn't pull more viewers. Stuck at 500, as predicted.
'Needs a kick.'
Ma-sam editor stint taught plenty about streams.
Wrapped mukbang, timed it right.
"Anyway, folks. Time for the main event, yeah?"
"Event? Thought it was just eats?"
"C'mon, ex-Ma-sam editor here. No way it's just food."
Ma-sam thrived on wild content. Rubbed off.
"Wait, hold up... at least tell me wha—"
Ignored her, straight to viewers.
"You know that thing Ma-sam bro did sometimes? 10-Level Lottery Draw."
"Hey! What if we draw something crazy?!"
"Psh, just don't draw it."
10-Level Lottery: Viewers sponsor missions for 50k each.
Ten sponsors? Ladder game picks one to do.
'Cash in, viewers up. Perfect.'
Nodded, gauged reaction.
— Anon11 lmao you sure you can handle? — Anon12 Same 50k? — Anon13 kyaaaaaaa — Anon14 Sensei spotted. — Anon15 Recharging now! Reactions hot, as hoped.
Ma-sam viewers galore. Sponsors poured in easy.
But missions? Not tame.
Worse than expected.
🔔 SPONSOR ALERT 🔔 [Kiss An Young for 30 seconds!!]