Chapter 87
Chapter 87
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: The Loser Wants to Become a Clicker
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Suddenly, Han Yu-jeong fell silent.
Her eyes lost all focus.
She looked like a toy missing a battery—beyond flustered, completely off the rails.
I laid out the shocking truth exactly as it was. Even if it would become a barrier down the line, I no longer wanted to hide it.
"Bukppudeupppu's true identity is me. I won't offer a single excuse about the circumstances that forced me to keep it secret all this time."
She might think I'd been toying with her.
There had been plenty of chances to reveal that I was Bukppudeupppu.
I couldn't deny that.
"……"
"I know it's incredibly disorienting. I'm sorry about that. Even back in Busan, I agonized over it endlessly, but there was no room to tell you then."
This, too, was nothing but pure, unvarnished truth.
Attacks were coming from all sides, and my business in America had collided with things back home. Chaos outside and in—that summed it up.
I braced myself for a slap and lowered my stance.
As I squeezed my eyes shut and waited, some forceful power tilted my head.
When I opened my eyes, two massive peaks loomed right in front of my face.
"Gasp!"
Jin-seong toppled over in shock.
This was a café, after all.
In a place full of people, Han Yu-jeong had thrown her arms wide open and hugged me outright.
"You're really Bukppudeupppu oppa?"
"...Yes. I'm Bukppudeupppu."
"Really, truly Bukppudeupppu oppa?"
She asked again.
So I answered honestly once more.
"I'm Bukppudeupppu."
"Hngh!"
Her crystal-clear eyes wavered on the line between truth and lies for a moment before a single tear, then another, quietly trailed down her cheek.
I had no idea how to handle the sudden turn.
If it was going to hit her this hard, I wouldn't have told her in the first place.
"I'm just so happy."
Instead, a smile curved her lips.
Happy?
It might have felt better if she'd yelled, 'You've been deceiving me all this time? How could you, oppa?' and slapped me hard.
But Han Yu-jeong was too kind-hearted for that.
"I wanted to repay you somehow, but with no replies and you always dodging me, I started feeling so worthless..."
"?"
I'd never dodged her.
Dodging a beauty like this? Unthinkable!
But I'd been born with an ugly mug. So much so that during puberty, I bitterly resented my parents and dreaded mirrors.
Someone might say,
Just get plastic surgery and call it a day.
The problem was my constitution: quintessential loser guy. Have you ever seen a loser willingly put a knife to his own face? True losers flinch at even a needle.
A loser guy's the type who hunkers in his room, cackling at internet streams, or otherwise kills time with games, fiddling with his third leg using toilet paper to vent urges.
Did I not know what everyone else did?
I'd thought it over a hundred times.
Lotto jackpot, crypto boom—I was sitting on nearly 3 trillion won. Hand it to a top domestic surgeon, and even I might end up handsome enough to rival celebrities.
But.
Ugly face or not, I couldn't bear scarring the precious body my parents gave me. If I visited my late mother's grave boasting, 'Mom! Your son made it big on his own!' only for her peaceful soul to reply, 'Who are you? I never had a handsome son like you!'—the sheer humiliation made my skin crawl just thinking about it.
So no surgery.
I gently patted Han Yu-jeong's trembling frame, like a drenched kitten.
She seemed to calm down soon enough.
"Here's what happened..."
The story stretched a full two hours. She beamed with joy at times, shared my sorrow at others.
Especially during the high school tale of Mom enduring abuse from the market vendor—her face filled with fury.
"How could anyone do that? That shop owner was awful."
When I mentioned the rumors later tanked his business, she clapped in delight, grinning ear to ear—one corner of her mouth twitching like an elder downing fizzy soda after sweet potatoes.
"Alright, let's discuss Hope Delivery Person. Round 1 was basically just a teaser event. Like warming up poolside before a swim."
Round 1 was simple.
Han Yu-jeong just had to visit the letter writer and hand over Pepero sticks brimming with sincerity.
Hearing she made them herself might even floor them. Could rack up a viewer or two.
The real deal was Round 2.
"Round 2's letter writer lives where large-scale construction's impossible. Houses crammed right up against each other. To start work, we'd need prior notices to residents within 100 meters."
Overwhelming for one person.
Smartphone map check confirmed it wasn't easy.
Some residents leave early mornings.
Others evenings.
Work schedules vary; homes might be empty depending on circumstances.
If one returns exhausted only to face eardrum-shattering noise, complaints galore.
One mishap, and content's canned.
Streamers cherish public image. Harming neighbors twists Hope Delivery Person's good intentions into backlash.
Jin-seong looked deeply troubled.
"Hyungnim, that's bad news? Round 2's request is probably..."
"Remodeling, right."
"Y-Yeah?"
"But that's easier than it seems."
"Huh? Easy?"
"Just throw money at it. Few tens of millions won, tops."
"!"
"!"
They both gaped.
I'd said it like handing pocket change to a stray dog.
Stream donations hit Bubble Gifts 300k minimum, up to a million. Cash? 30 million to 100 million won.
Compared to mindless clicking, this was purposeful spending.
"Remodel quick and dirty. Contractors are easy—pay up, and they'll marshal every worker to finish on time."
Yeah.
Just pay; they handle it.
Construction itself ends there, but prep work's the hurdle.
"H-How about handing out diapers or formula?"
"Diapers or formula...?"
Han Yu-jeong pointed at her phone.
"Local shops suggest lots of newlyweds. Or elderly living alone."
Probably.
No rich folks here.
They'd be in Hannam-dong mansions or Pyeongchang-dong palaces, like me.
"So drop off what they really need. No one's home? Leave it at the door. 'Neighbors—construction nearby from [date] to [date]. Sorry for the noise; your understanding appreciated.'"
"!"
"Formula and diaper prices are skyrocketing lately. Newlyweds are struggling."
Why didn't I think of that?
Sharp insight.
I stared blankly at Han Yu-jeong, suddenly struck by realization. Top 0.1% streamer—and Seoul National University business major, to boot. Love goggles slipped on naturally.
"Yu-jeong."
"Yes?"
"After graduation, come work for me?"
"!"
Not a proposal, per se.
DJ Group needed talent aplenty.
Especially a secretary crew for the chairman.
Her meticulous nature screamed competence.
"Official scout offer."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Crumbling buildings haphazardly lining narrow alleys.
Hong I-seo rushed to her family home upon hearing her parents had slipped on a slick floor and been rushed to the ER.
A week since she'd left.
Even cleaning felt daunting; she furrowed her brow deeply.
Plus, a newborn wailed vigorously on her back.
With a deep sigh, she soothed the baby and headed to the front door.
'This month's budget's so tight...'
Her husband, usually home late, brought in about 2.5 million won monthly. Barely covered formula and diapers.
Groceries for meals.
Phone bills between them.
Mounting management fees shrank wiggle room; she and the villa residents lived sighing, worrying.
'If only diapers and formula were sorted, I could cook him tastier meals...'
That thought in mind, she approached the door—and spotted a mountain of parcels.
"What's this?"
Wrong address? No.
Spot-on: her home.
[Neighbor with upcoming construction. May be noisy—sorry in advance. Modest gift for affected residents.]
"H-How many is this?"
Enough formula and diapers for half a year, easy.
And not just her.
"You get one too? Same here."
"Really? We got rice and grains. Mom's thrilled..."
"Oh? Rice over there? Ours was..."
Construction noise?
Inconvenience? Long gone from their minds, replaced by pure joy at the gifts.
"Well, ours was..."
Weary from harsh lives,
happiness bloomed amid the laughter, a rare treat.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Truly, nothing money couldn't fix.
That's why everyone scrambles for every penny.
Blunt 'Construction soon—bear with us' would've gotten door-slammed.
Jin-seong's mouth twitched nonstop.
"Alright! Time to start Hope Delivery Person Round 1!"
He hit the broadcast start button at screen bottom.
Big content day— even office workers took leave.
Viewers surged past 400k in under 30 minutes.
💬 Comments — Viewer -Gyeok! — Viewer -Rak! — Viewer -Gyeok! — Viewer -Rak! The good deed hype pierced the heavens.
Jin-seong, buoyed, bellowed,
"Thanks to hyungnims' precious support, we made it here. Truly grateful!"