Streamer Geukbing's Apology Broadcast
I was all set as Streamer Geukbing. Green chroma key? Check. Camera angle? Perfect. Suit… well, a custom dress styled like my magical girl costume? Nailed it. A model apology script straight out of the industry playbook? Ready to go. I'd double- and triple-checked every textbook element to make this flawless. And with everything prepared to perfection, I clicked the mouse.
Live now!
The chat scrolled at a terrifying speed.
Even though I'd just gone live, the viewer count skyrocketed—a testament to the controversy's scale, no doubt. It finally plateaued around 4,000 concurrent viewers. Sensing the moment was ripe, I clasped my hands politely in front of the blazing chat and stood from my chair.
"Hello, everyone. This is Streamer Geukbing. Today, I want to offer my deepest apologies to all the VTuber fans who were disappointed by my actions—calling VTubers my 'roots' while abandoning their core identity in practice."
The furious backlash was brutal. Yesterday's collab vibe and the intimidating atmosphere had kept things relatively clean, but that was just a temporary lull. This was my room's true nature.
"First, I'll keep talking while showing my avatar, which I've only used briefly for jokes lately."
I fired up the program, switching the screen from cam to virtual setup. Naturally, the virtual background was chroma green instead of my usual fantasy style.
I'll create it myself, thanks. "Alright then. First, the reason I started neglecting my virtual roots..."
La~ Aaaaa~
Just as I began page one of the script—my apology—I was interrupted by a hymn-like harmony swirling around me. The source? My phone. It was the ringtone I'd set.
"One moment, sorry to interrupt the apology, but I've got a call. Please wait just a sec."
Remembering the last time I'd forgotten to mute (which turned into a blessing in disguise), I muted the mic and answered.
"Hello?"
"Geukbing-nim. Stop messing around and stream properly~"
"Yep."
I hadn't checked the caller ID—it was Lee Jeong-ah. She even called? Anyway, with reality intruding via comms, continuing the act felt pointless. Why? Because no one with a full backstory would demand an apology stream over "diluting VTuber identity." It was obviously scripted WWE banter. Sure, I'd be lying if I said I had zero regrets, but this wasn't the fix.
"Ahem. Got chewed out by my manager, so I'll drop it."
"There's a group chat without you."
Of course, there were no group chats with or without PenguinFlower. There might be one without me, but anyway—the point was, only Lee Jeong-ah had my number.
"It was a bit playful, but I really do feel bad for the VTuber fans. I've basically abandoned it to the point where 'half-human, half-virtual' doesn't even fit. Virtual content... is tough with my style, but I'll try using the avatar more."
"I've got plans."
Actually, that's why I'd wrapped things up yesterday and tinkered with some work after getting home.
"She's going back to school. Uncle Woo-jin said he'd handle the response team. Probably not full retirement, just reduced activity."
More like, 'I'll figure it out, so let me borrow your name.' My memory was fuzzy. We'd veered into VTuber talk and ended the stream casually. Post-signoff details weren't in the VOD, so viewers didn't know—hence the questions.
"Whoa, for real."
We'd peaked at 4,000 during the apology show, split hard to 2,500, then halved again on the junior news. Still, half remaining? Not bad. My core fans—Seri—were barely 1% anyway.
"Not completely gone. After school or weekends if no schedule."
Honestly, a bit disappointing. My precious junior... but I couldn't demand she ditch normal life.
"Uh... that uncle guy will handle it."
"Me?"
Sudden question about me? Fair enough—I was the main reason her activity dropped. And people don't leave the strong alone, especially heroic types.
"No plans to step up."
The chat heated up, evoking hero party days—nostalgic, almost. My response?
"What I said yesterday applies to me too. I value my daily life. Magical girls balance normal and extraordinary."
My words to her applied to me as a magical girl. I should lead by example. Everyone values normalcy, but that's their choice.
Why'd I push her then? She's my magical girl junior! Different!
"Mood's heavy again after yesterday."
Sighing at the infighting chat, I wanted casual daily talk, but this needed clearing.
"No matter what you say, I won't step up unless my heart moves me—not pushed."
"Not that."
Her request would move me, but not for aegyo. She asked to get stronger, not monster-slaying proxy—even when scaling back.
That's magical girl independence. If she asked me to fight instead...
"Probably only if it's truly beyond anyone."
Not big sacrifice or cost—actual extinction or civilizational setback. An enemy I deem unwinnable. I'd probably move first anyway. Daily life destroyed? Unforgivable for any magical girl.
My resolve seemed to calm things. Or they realized provoking backfires. Complaints lingered but manageable.
"Oh, yeah, blocked those."
Opening now? Chaos with the heavy topic. Imagining money mixing in? Nightmare.
"...Maybe keep 'em closed longer?"
"Not broke. Got enough saved."
Not rich, but years' worth. Why no greed? This.
"Nah, embarrassing method."
Embarrassing? Guilty twinge. Even aggro-pulling Seri go silent on this.
Community vets would get it instantly. If hiding, wouldn't mention. Some already sniffing.
"No crazy talk. Sigh. You know my rep with communities is rough?"
"Fallout from old incidents."
Details? Check World Wiki: Geukbing/Controversies & Incidents. I was the official punching bag—not banned, worse. Thought unisex communities needed politics. Hell even my isekai evil dragon would've pitied. Anyway...
"So I sued."
Told ya, not hurting for cash. Massive suits, judge saw comments—no "settlement farming" doubt.
Japan, near Mt. Fuji.
"...How many hours now?"
"17 hours elapsed."
Defense Minister Wakatsuma Yoshiro heard the trembling report and screamed inwardly. Despair in numbers.
Japan's top awakeners, with him on the frontlines, built defenses and HQ. For the colossal gate on Mt. Fuji spewing monsters.
17 hours. Shattered all gate duration records. Gates empty out then vanish—so duration = rank. And proving it, monsters were historic powerhouses. Even elites struggled in this marathon past dawn. Gate still pumping strong...
Awakener fatigue meant Tokyo teetered on ruin.
—But that wasn't what broke the minister.
'Gates end by squeezing out their strongest demon.'
His fear: this unprecedented gate's finale. Whatever horror emerged terrified him to his core.