Verdict: Dismissing the Streamer's Sincere Experiences as Mere RP

"Damn traitors."

National Intelligence Service agent Jung Woo-hwan ground his teeth and let out a sigh. If they knew it was classified, they could just play dumb—why dig around on community sites like that? That's why he ended up monitoring forums on his phone even while on a mission trip.

It was already draining the stamina of agents who'd pulled three all-nighters. He muttered to himself that they had to be traitors for sure, then tensed up as he sensed his destination was right ahead.

'No agents from other agencies... no signs. No contacts from other groups. Looks like no factions have intel reaching this far.'

Scanning his surroundings with expert skill while playing the part of an ordinary pedestrian, Jung Woo-hwan felt initial relief. His mission was to recruit or persuade a key figure who could lead to the 'target.' If info on this person leaked, a fierce competition would erupt, so no rivals showing up was a huge boon.

The one nagging doubt was the ironic question: 'Why haven't they gotten the info yet?' After all, these were top intelligence agencies from various countries. Not some domestic awakener private group relying solely on abilities—they specialized in intel. Even conservatively, they shouldn't lag behind the NIS like this. Did that even make sense?

'It does. We only pieced together this simple info after weeks ourselves.'

Jung Woo-hwan reined in his spiraling suspicions. Truth be told, the NIS (and investigative agencies) were the same. Pinning down one concertgoer took over two weeks of fumbling. No elaborate cover-up—just plain oversight.

Lee Jeong-ah, college student, concert attendee, contacted the 'magical girl who erased the gate' that day, fan of streamer Geukbing. All the info was already in hand, but they'd simply 'not known.' It hit them just yesterday. One agent, wailing over stalled searches while reviewing files, suddenly shouted Eureka.

The agency itself was thrown into chaos as common sense crumbled.

'Can't deny it happened for real.'

His quick adaptation to this unreal phenomenon was why he got the mission. Many agents fixated on similar doubts, overthinking it.

'Approach as cautiously as possible, sincerely and friendly—never hostile.'

Jung Woo-hwan took a deep breath in front of the door. The Defense Minister who issued the mission said use any means, but he wasn't an idiot. Circumstantially, streamer Geukbing, the gate-erasing magical girl, and Japan's Elice Calamity were very likely the same person. Experts analyzed the gate incident day one as 'incidentally' saving Lee Jeong-ah.

In that scenario, who but an idiot would try tricks or high pressure?

'...More than you'd think, maybe.'

Shaking off the stray thought, at least the NIS and Jung Woo-hwan had no such plans. The agency that hid identities by principle even made credentials to reveal themselves.

Knock knock—

"Anyone home?"

"Yees~?"

"Pardon the intrusion. Is this Lee Jeong-ah's residence?"

Even with his softest voice, a flinch came from beyond the door.

'Damn. Mistake dropping the name right away?'

A tension unlike any mission.

"Uh... yes, it is. Who are you?"

Thankfully, a mildly puzzled but positive response.

"Ahem. I'm here to request a brief testimony on an ongoing investigation. I'm an NIS age—"

Crash!

"I-I'm not a spy, nooo!"

'Screwed up.'

Too focused on 'no deception.' Didn't expect that reaction to the agency name. Should've eased in..., he thought despondently, squeezing his eyes shut.

* * *

I was getting used to the rollercoaster viewer fluctuations that'd make coin farmers jealous. Today, I had viewers on the hook during the stream.

Topic: Delivering justice to the frosties who've been suppressing Guardian of Truth Geukbing so far! Everyone guilty up to now.

Not applying retroactively to newbies, so they were munching popcorn.

"Hey now. That's your defense? All guilty."

Sometimes lumped them all guilty for fun. No real meaning, as chat said.

Why one person bears all guilt, old frosties or newbies alike? Simple structure.

Last night, Lee Jeong-ah called. Government showed up digging for my info? Would've drawn sword if hurt, but guy was gentlemanly. Spilled what she knew under smooth talk, suddenly thought of me, called.

No point hiding now, told her do as she wants. In exchange, commanded her to be stream clown.

No grudge. She felt bad for selling (or spilling) info despite permission. This eases it. Not just impromptu content.

"Hey now. You agreed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to it. No whining."

"Next defendant."

Huge gap between old frosties and newbies makes hunting tedious. Even prepped, they escape on spotlight.

"Pretty sure two slipped away."

Not even worth mentioning memory... few names anyway.

"'YareYareOhGeeMaster' dipped too?"

"Hakko's always like that."

Harder to ignore daily nicks. Bad for current viewers, but...

"He been gone? Now that you mention, yeah."

Hard to dismiss loyal frosties from hakko days amid influx. Comradeship? Bloomed too much.

Won't touch while fond. Same reason picked manager from cafe.

Got stuff to do. Bit concerning.

Viewers transient, but he's rotten concrete shining even in squad days. Same line as Lee Jeong-ah, MalreongKongtteok. OG rotten trio watching full streams daily from start.

Didn't expect absence. Me with body to track all nicks notices now?

"Plausible."

Some viewers' takes had merit. Immersive types vanish suddenly. No contact anyway. No point fretting.

"Anyway, defendants wiped out."

"Assemble was 20."

Issue is needing all together. Result out, so Lee Jeong-ah to execution block.

"Today's punishment."

"Nick change. You got lucky."

That name always bugged me.

"Quiet, sinner to block!"

Highlighted her with emphasis tool.

"The sinner dismissed the streamer's sincere and realistic experiences as RP, belittling them, and neglected helpful advice and stories!"

My intent, but usually my suppression makes this cute. Sinner looked up at stern cry.

"Hey now. Perjury even now."

Hm? Déjà vu.

"What."

Pushed by rotten's sus grin chat, reflexively opened cafe. Bold post there.

"Holy shit."

...Thus, Lee Jeong-ah earned audience not guilty, kept nick.

It was autumn.