Chapter 86
Chapter 86
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: Hope Deliveryman Debut
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Jin-seong's broadcast station.
It wasn't some public broadcast network delivering info through TV, radio, or the internet. Just a streamer's personal homepage.
Streamers used these stations to post announcements or run free boards to chat with viewers.
One day.
A notice with views in the hundreds of thousands popped up here—an all-time legend.
📰 Notice [Only viewers who feel like they're about to die right now, leave a comment.] The title oozed simplicity.
The body was short, too.
It said only viewers desperate enough to ask for help because life was too brutal should write something.
In less than a day, the comments hit hundreds.
Some were half-joking, but others were genuinely pleading for help.
— Anonymous Viewer Too hard... Feels like I'm gonna die. One comment.
One man reading it.
Jin-seong hovered his mouse, saved the platform ID and comment list to Excel.
'Whoa, for real?'
His face bloomed with smiles, belying his words.
The content went like this.
— Pepero-less Viewer Never gotten Pepero from a girl in my whole life on Pepero Day. I'm already 30. People might roast me for this pathetic life, but screw it—I'm saying it. I wanna get Pepero from a girl! 'This one's it.'
Content name: 【Hope Deliveryman】
This could rewrite Internet Broadcasting history.
'Keep episode 1 simple. Viewers need time to adjust.'
Starting too dark for the first episode could sour the vibe right out the gate.
So early episodes mixed in some variety show flair.
'Lemme see. Proof's solid—this guy's a total loner. Whoa, never even dated, not even basic Pepero...'
Credible evidence: a selfie from the sender.
The pic? Zero chance of landing a girlfriend.
'Alright. Time to show this guy what a woman's all about!'
Guest already locked in.
Just wrapped talks with one of the platform's famed Four Goddesses of Female Cam.
"Heh heh heh..."
And that Female Cam gal? Tied to a Big Spender donor.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Back in the day, they said of stunning beauties:
Jingugjisaek—a face that could topple nations.
A few days ago.
Han Yu-jeong, getting a call from Internet Broadcasting's president Jin-seong, gladly accepted.
No reason to turn down a good deed.
Truth was, she juggled streaming and college. Mornings at lectures, late nights grinding in the library, then home to slip into flashy outfits that wrecked guys' hearts on cam.
Day and night, two different women.
But her mood was golden.
Doing what she loved was a blessing, and the cash let her pay off family debts, gift her parents a sweet ride.
All thanks to one Big Spender donor.
Nickname: Bukppudeupppu.
Never met in person, but he'd vanished lately—worried her.
Had something bad happened?
'What’s Bukppudeupppu oppa up to these days?'
Good news: Streamer Jin-seong had met him. Shared meals, even. Word was he was some ace businessman.
Han Yu-jeong's type? Not height or looks like other girls. Just character. Could he truly love her? Kind heart, that's all.
Streamer-Big Spender weddings popped up now and then.
"Jin-seong oppa!"
Right on cue, she was at a café to meet him.
Online limits for hashing out content details.
"Hey, Yu-jeongie. Looking even prettier since last time?"
"R-Really? I thought my skin's been wrecked from no sleep."
"What? You're sparkling like a star."
"...Don't tease."
"For real. Saw it blowing up on SNS already—goddess spotted at Korea University. That's you, right?"
"……"
Han Yu-jeong dropped out for cash, dove into Internet Broadcasting.
Most Female Cammers lacked creds, but she aced into Korea University's biz school—the toughest one.
Jin-seong was floored when he first heard.
Top uni grad, right there, prim and proper.
"You heard the gist of this content. Not sure if it'll fly. Never seen production this massive—not even on public TV."
"Yeah, same thought."
Both pros.
Veterans of the grind.
Jin-seong pulled a script from his bag, thick with notes, slid it to her.
"Episode 1's guy: 30, zero Pepero from girls. Might seem off for 【Hope Deliveryman】, but no need to dive straight into the gloom."
Neighborly help didn't mandate total wrecks only.
Jin-seong kept going.
"Primary goal for ep 1: give viewers adjustment time. Go too deep early, it tires 'em out. Need breathing room."
"Sounds good. Too dark overall would've bugged me too."
"Yeah. But gotta pack sincerity."
Why pick this story? Funny, but dead serious.
"Alright, onto ep 2. Check here."
Han Yu-jeong eyed where his finger pointed.
Eyes went wide.
"This... for real?"
"Yup. True story."
"Wow... Couples like this still exist."
"Crazy, right? Birth rates hitting record lows on the news. Everyone's watching—politics too. Gov's pushing incentives nonstop."
"True, but their situation's rough."
Ep 2 sender:
This was the real deal.
Husband wrote:
— Dad of Nine We got nine kids. Five girls, four boys. That line said it all.
Lotsa kids, tiny house—wife suffering.
Jin-seong DM'd why so many; answer: rock-solid marriage.
"Patriotic family. These days, even one kid's patriotic."
Jin-seong nodded at Han Yu-jeong's words.
"Right. But nine. 25-pyeong place, 11 peeps total with parents. Zero personal space, probably."
"How you gonna help?"
"Been mulling that. Can't solo it."
"?"
Then why pick him?
Can't help, just disappoint?
Jin-seong grinned at her look.
"Got someone helping us. You’ve met a few times, probably?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. At the Starcraft tourney, remember? Said she was super chill."
"Oh!"
"She's in. Know Kim Do-jun CEO?"
"Who doesn't? Does tons of good, total opposite of me..."
"Doubt you'd think that."
"...Huh?"
"Anyway, he's coming soon. Tough to snag with his schedule."
Jin-seong knew.
Bukppudeupppu bro was Kim Do-jun.
Problem: Han Yu-jeong didn't.
Heard they'd met, but he hid it for some reason.
'How shocked will she be?'
Learning the Big Spender she craved was that guy.
"Oh? There he is!"
"!"
Slick-suited man in view.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ First love? One woman comes to mind.
Kang So-yeon.
Starlight's Elysia Chronicles author, Lightpia's top-tier web novel scribe.
School star.
Egg-shaped face, killer figure, mature beyond high school, top-10 grades school-wide.
Even PE class, she shone—guys and girls adored her.
"Jack-of-all-trades" fell short; she seemed the world's greatest woman.
But.
After spotting Female Cam Han Yu-jeong donating on streams, mindset shifted. Frog in a well, huh? World’s vast, beauties abound.
One of the Four Great Female Cams: Han Yu-jeong.
Beauty to swallow the world. No guy could resist approaching.
And she? Ears red, couldn't meet my eyes.
"Hi. Fancy meeting here again."
My greeting; she bowed deeper.
A soft whimper escaped her pursed lips.
"H-Hi."
Blushing this hard now—what if she knew I was her Big Spender donor?
At Jin-seong's Starcraft finals, I saw her.
Could've said,
'I'm Bukppudeupppu!'
Didn't.
Donating anonymously? No brag rights.
Plus, knowing might burden her.
"Looking forward to working together."
I'm not that old me.
Future mega-group head.
No more hiding.
Show the real me.
That's why I'm here.
"Yu-jeong."
"Yes?"
She froze at my call. Tense silence hung. I broke it, but confession words stuck.
Hesitated tons over this. For Jin-seong's content, truth now best. Still, not easy.
I opened my mouth; her eyes sparkled my way, laced with odd hope.
Inhaled deep without thinking.
"Gotta come clean now... I'm actually... Bukppudeupppu."
Words out, my voice trembled oddly. They hung in the air; shock flashed across Han Yu-jeong's face.
"...What?"