Surely Born with the King's Fate
Surely I was born with the king's destiny. [Riverside Walk / 9 viewers watching]
"How the hell did things end up like this?"
I seriously reflected on where it all went wrong while looking at my typical failing grades transcript and the few dedicated viewers who were still diligently chatting away.
Two years ago, right after I returned. To be honest, I never even thought about doing internet streaming from the start. More precisely, I hadn't given a single thought to what I'd do after coming back. Can't be helped, right? It was 12 years with no guarantee I'd ever return.
It took me a while to even realize that my changed body could be a problem. So yeah, right after returning, I was pretty tense. You know how in novels, when someone comes back from another world, Earth has totally transformed? Monsters overrunning everything and the world half-destroyed, or some company with overpowered tech dominating the economy with next-gen VR games.
I snapped out of it and glanced over—the chat was getting rowdy. Had I let something slip without realizing...? Nah.
"It's fine. I'm good at filtering out the private stuff."
I had to fill the audio somehow, so I was intentionally dropping hints while skipping anything too TS-specific that didn't need broadcasting. But yeah, dead air on stream feels awkward.
Anyway, continuing on... Luckily, all those worries turned out to be unfounded. Comparing my fuzzy memories, almost nothing had changed. I arrived right back in my old studio apartment from before the isekai trip, and barely a day had passed. The only real discrepancy was that all records and people's memories of me had overwritten the third-year repeater college guy with this tiny cutie. Big error if you think about it, but I could guess what happened. My current self just overwrote my past self.
It wasn't just explainable as "fully a magical girl," but whatever. Gods gonna god. Questioning that logic leads nowhere. No harm done anyway—hell, it was a net gain. Better than being some undocumented illegal loli immigrant. Family issues too.
"What the—another hatemail attempt?! Stop the slander!"
The chat and I both flopped around like fresh fish at the surprise attack.
"My family's super harmonious, you punks. Besides, as an ice-type, I couldn't be a fire-attribute dutiful daughter anyway."
Day by day, their creative jabs were making demon lord stare-downs seem easier. I ignored the suuuure Jan and nya nya nya spam and got back to it.
Since only the contents changed but everything else stayed the same, adapting wasn't too hard. At worst, I didn't respond properly when called "Ha Seol-hee" at first. A few months of burning through my bank account, enjoying modern luxuries I missed for 12 years...
You guys don't get it! Ahem. Anyway, it suddenly hit me: So what now? What do I do for a living?
Of course, with magic, I could make money any way if needed. But using magic for cash feels off for a magical girl, y'know? Off-brand. Plus, flaunting Earth-unknown magic (I checked for hidden worlds) could cause chaos on peaceful Earth.
So I needed a proper job... Mobilizing knowledge from months of rehab, I found the model answer. TS loli. Isekai returnee. Magical girl. All pointing to the obvious winner.
Thus was born the embodiment of pure self-interest: Isekai returnee magical girl VTuber Geukbing, RPing real events while hiding the TS part.
Precisely, the answer was internet streaming, and VTuber was my personal pick. With guaranteed winning cards, who cares if cam or VTuber...
...No matter how I thought about it, up to here, there was zero problem.
"Surely I was born with the king's destiny. Why?!"
"You said it outright, you bastard!"
We did have a decent run early on. All-in on investments got some aggro without corps. 99% of current followers are from then, never unsubbed.
"......"
Thinking of the world-wiki-length Geukbing/Controversies and Incidents doc drained all my energy. Even I, who never surrendered to the demon lord, couldn't face that...
"Maybe I'll just live like this?"
It was rough at launch, but money's not that tight now. Chatting with this elite squad (no whales) is fun. If it wasn't, I'd have quit. No need to grind for growth. Nah, this defeatist thinking isn't magical girl-like. Once you start crumbling, it's over, huh.
"Argh, now I'm depressed. Going to buy bread."
"Hey, just empathize. Wait, thinking about it pisses me off. Other streams baby you with headpats and daily positivity boosts, but you guys?"
"Mentioning broth reminds me. I never banned or chased simps. So why no simps for me? With this cutie always here."
Of course, I don't actually want simps. As ex-male, guy's love starts with lust. Just annoyed at the daily grind-only chat. Gotta have days craving praise.
"What's wrong? I'm legit pretty. Never envied another girl's face before."
Gender aside, proud of this loli face. Self-praise awkward, but prettier than any Earth celeb or isekai princess.
Chat couldn't hatemail undeniable facts. Smirking at near-surrender messages.
"Bf why? Gonna turret?"
Dude's anxious? Makes sense—these concrete mix viewers sticking in this dead stream (no newbies). Gotta feel something. Streamer-bashing "bro, you're not a girl" types are thickest simps—streaming 101. Not that I'd date guys. Leave room to aggro viewers...
"......"
Dang it. My fault for expecting.
"You psychos. What pedo? I'm 22. Legit adult. Understand?"
"You guys."
I rubbed my forehead with my tiny hands, too small for even a smartphone.
Sure, I'm small, but is that talk for a 20s woman? ...Yeah, tiny. Other magical girls are busty now, but my transformation's orthodox(?), barely double digits size.
Ahem. Anyway, problem. Normal girl would be scarred. Lover arrested as pedo kills dating/marriage.
"Wake up. You gonna make all short women under 150 vow celibacy?!"
Saw case of 140cm camgirl bf exposed, viewers mass blackpilled.
"Right? As magical girl, no need for vows anyway."
"Cuz I'm a real magical girl!"
I ignored the explosive chat and subtly side-eyed surroundings. Sharp point passed by. Riverside isn't deserted, people around. My noise should draw eyes. But of course no signs. Checked Perception Inhibition—fine.
...Ahem. Yeah. Hiding it, but I've been using magic sneakily! Started with "this much is fine?" conveniences, can't stop. This one's great for doxxing too.
Last chat—looked, dog on walk with owner staring. Sniffed me? Animals' senses pierce people-tuned magic sometimes. Quick readjust...
Bzzzzz— A black, small, eerie-shiny thing flew at me.
"Ack! Shit!"
Reflex yell, swung arm smacked the gross thing away.
"Hoo. Hoo. Dunno. Flew at me outta nowhere, startled me."
"That gross my ass. Imagine it on you. Chills."
"Hmm. Doesn't seem like anything stuck......"
Sighed checking arm swung near full power after ages. Nothing visible, but uneasy if splashed.
"Yeah. Whew. Riverside stream ends here today."
Lunar New Year soon—thank the bug for wash excuse?
"Washed yesterday and today too."
Rebutted final hatemail, ended stream. Kinda down anyway, weird gut feeling.
...Oh, FYI, this body's self-cleaning. Long-transformed magical girl bodies are magic themselves. Just clarifying. No other reason. For real.