Public Horror Stream Erupts
The chat exploded.
Sporadic trickles of chat messages snowballed into an avalanche.
Before long, they surged so fast even squinting couldn't keep up.
It made sense.
The title perfectly hit the viewers' sweet spot.
Just two simple words, nothing else.
But the effect was terrifying.
Group intelligence my ass.
Mic wasn't even on, yet they were yapping away like crazy—
Nokgodong donated 1,000 won!
"Hi"
Too beautiful, too sublime.
Financial therapy at its finest!
But the mic stayed off.
Not time for my grand entrance yet.
Streaming from the screen was my carefully curated playlist, painstakingly assembled.
Specifically, hip-hop tracks from a female idol group that slayed on both sides of the gender aisle.
The chat was a madhouse frenzy.
The "chewing donations" topic had long been trampled by the dancing beans.
Time to jump in.
I flipped on the mic.
"Ahh."
Chats flooded in like they'd been holding their breath.
Probably wrote 'em out just waiting for me to read aloud.
Whatever.
"Can you hear me okay?"
"Nah, gotta set the mood first. Can't skip the buildup in a proper story arc."
I slid the mouse cursor over.
Target: the spammer hogging the chat solo.
Moment I paused, the flow shifted.
No cam, yet they predicted my moves. Kinda cool, kinda creepy.
Definitely not because I had to play a horror game.
For real.
Anyway, after some back-and-forth banter, I checked viewer count.
Around a thousand.
More than enough—hell, undeserved.
Couldn't even grasp how it snowballed like this.
World flipped on the way home, somehow started streaming, somehow went viral.
And boom, here we are.
No idea why a no-cam stream blew up.
Even I couldn't wrap my head around these folks.
"Army? You don't get sick of it daily?"
"Even if I spill, it's just Kusari bait. Or wait—you want Kusari so you egg me on?"
Politeness fading fast.
No biggie.
Viewers ate this up.
Dunno their ecosystem, but service industry rules: give 'em what they want.
"Lemme see... Oh yeah, that one? Slid off the bunk slider and landed by a wild boar?"
"Story ain't over! Listen first!"
Might be why it went viral.
Rare for a guy to drop detailed army tales in this world.
Reliving old memories, one chat caught my eye.
Girl.
Army.
Detailed.
Put it together: roles reversed here.
...So what!
World changes, gender flips—didn't matter.
All that counted: I'm streaming online,
Nokgodong: Wild boars? Humans can totally take 'em, yeah
and the cash was rolling in better than expected.
Thousand-won punches? Chump change!
Who cares! Money's money!
Sitting, yapping stories—this revenue?
Could do this all day.
TastyEater1356: So when's the pub game?
...But the world wouldn't let me.
Time flew mercilessly; my seeds had ripened for harvest.
Pushed irritation and nerves down deep.
I'm a pro streamer.
"...Alright! Banter time over?"
Truth: streamers' choices always split the chat.
Balancing to keep everyone happy? That's skill.
And I had the perfect setup.
"Unnies! Don't bail on pub game—fill those seats! Got it?"
Voice pitched up a notch.
Big-sis suggestion vibe.
First time, I gagged from self-disgust.
But humans adapt.
This nasty habit stuck after a few tries.
Thanks to viewers playing along perfectly.
Quick warning given, launched the prepped game.
Cute toys as theme, but billed as horror.
Missed the hype window, but solid for a "never played" horror debut.
Literally never played it.
Viewers policing the chat themselves.
Tell 'em to play it? Nah. Stay quiet? They handle it. Contrarian bunch.
Click!
Turned off the room light.
Flickering bulb died; monitor gloom hit harder.
Peeling wallpaper in the basement? Air felt damper, moodier.
Aigoo, shit... Did I bite off too much?
Pro streamer duty to tackle someday—but regretting it now.
"Not spooked?"
Pisses me off for real!
But showing salt here? Amateur hour.
Laughed it off, hit start boldly.
Cheery chaos intro rolled by.
Woke up in a dark abandoned factory.
Unknown's scariest, right?
Slept fine through army ghost stories, but solo horror game? Legs shaking.
Here we go.
Game content's eternal curse: infinite scratching hell.
But pro streamer me? Light jabs like this? No damage.
SCRAAATCH!!
"Heup!"
OurUnnie subbed for 2 months!
"Whoa, I love pub horror hehe"
Not aiming for that!
Anything could jump out—sudden noise? Jump scare city!
Chats? 'Lol' storm, naturally.
Dunno why they love jumpscares, but hey, broke the tension.
...
Glanced at chat.
Horror game fate.
Game fate, really.
Less chat time = fewer messages.
Dwindling chat kills the vibe.
Dead vibe loses viewers.
Result: 600 now.
Still solid.
Still sucks.
Know I shouldn't sweat it, but...
Got the chat sitch.
Stuck hard on the puzzle.
"C'mon, cut me slack... Army makes you dumber, y'know."
Scanned flying chats for hints—nada.
They sync perfectly otherwise.
Solo-solved the puzzle somehow.
End-of-puzzle 1k punch felt nice—secret.
Deep in pathfinding, chat got rowdy.
What's up? Chat this fast mid-game?
Quick peek.
"Mission? Huh? When'd you drop it?"
Ireona-ra dropped 10k won on "Don't Get Scared."
Blatant test—snorted.
"Don't get scared? Too cocky? I'm used to the vibe now. Ha, free 10k."
KABOOOM!!
"Aaaah!!"
Reflex scream.
Legit startled.
Whipped mouse around.
Crazy toy right behind.
"Wait! Wait wait!!"
Didn't even register the failure screen.
Huff, huff.
Gasping weird breaths and shrieks, mashed keys like mad.
"H-here!! No, not!? Nooo!? Ah!!"
Eaten by gaping maw. Game over.
Death scene? Meh, as always.
Why so terrifying tho?
Drained, couldn't hit restart—eyes rolled to chat.
Literally a 'lol' festival.
Where they hiding till now?
"Aah... Can't do this shit..."
"Aish! Fine! Got it! Just restart! Gross, smashing it for real."
Puzzles drained my soul, chases my spirit—but schedule's schedule.
Pro streamer way! ...
Glance.
Familiar chase; scanned room mid-action.
Yellow linoleum.
Stained wallpaper.
Basement window.
Tiny round table doubling as dining.
...Gonna bootstrap to Han River view!
For that, dove back into chase.
"Agh! Shit! Stay back!! Don't come!! Please don't...!!"
Chases go loose post-first-catch.
Still, maxed reactions like a pro.
Nokgodong: Gotta give Ttaemin 1k
"Agh! For real! Don't scare me!!"
Sweet donation chime popped.