Magical Girl Seiren's Debut
My name is Lee Hyun. Occupation: home protector. Under my care is a daughter (not really)… okay, that's a bit much. She's more like a much younger sister (not really) despite the small age gap. Just your standard thirty-something guy in Korea.
"You said it's been seven years since our connection was cut, right?"
"Nom nom. Yeah."
"So, your age now…?"
"Twenty-seven."
Anyway, a sister with a pretty big (four-year) age gap. After buying Seiren a hamburger, we headed home. I immediately plopped down in front of my laptop and started scouring job sites for porters. I gave Seiren a tablet and showed her YouTube, but she got bored quick and came over to sit next to me.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Looking for work."
"Hmm~"
"You disappointed or something?"
I asked half-jokingly. In Seiren's memory, I must be like an endless well endlessly pouring out treasures. Seeing me pitifully job-hunting like this, I was half-worried how it'd look to her.
"Nope?"
"Oh… why not?"
"Just being with you makes it all good."
"Aigoo, listen to our Seiren talk so sweet."
"Hehe."
I squished her cheeks like crazy, then turned back to the laptop. Yeah, first things first—if I wanna keep feeding this girl, I gotta land a job ASAP. The heartache from that psycho bitch Lee So-rin was already healing.
I was in the middle of firing off resumes like mad.
"Lee Hyun."
"Yeah? What's up?"
"It'd be tough for me to follow you all the way to your workplace, right?"
"Pro…bably?"
"Hmmm…."
Now that she mentioned it, I was getting worried. What if after I get hired, Seiren insists on tagging along to the dungeons? She already followed me to the interview, so the odds are high. Honestly, her attachment-bordering-on-separation-anxiety was a burden, but since it stemmed from me suddenly vanishing, I couldn't really complain—it was on me.
Seiren spoke up.
"Isn't there something I can help with? I know a ton of magic!"
"I know, I know. But your… identity…."
With Seiren's magic skills, she'd rank in the top handful not just in Korea but worldwide. If she announced she was entering the Magic Tower, every tower in the country would line up. If she said she wanted to join a guild, mega-guilds would bang on the door with cash bundles. If she declared herself a public hunter, the president would clap and cheer. But she couldn't. One reason: she didn't exist on paper.
With skills like that, does identity matter? Hell yes, it does. It's the perfect leverage. Even top hunters make headlines over contract disputes in this industry. They'd offer to "create" her identity or "guarantee" it, then lock her into shitty terms. Sure, those contracts would eventually expire, but it'd take forever. Putting a guardian in place was the safest bet, even if it meant some downsides depending on the terms.
So I asked, and…
"Does that mean I'd have to be apart from you, Lee Hyun?"
"Uh… probably?"
No big corp's taking low-grade porter scraps like me anyway. Even if they did, they'd pile on penalties. Pointless. Once an archmage like Seiren got busy, we wouldn't see each other much.
"Don't wanna."
"Knew you'd say that."
After that, I kept blasting out resumes while Seiren, who'd been watching, got bored and went back to YouTube. Every now and then, she'd shove the tablet in my face.
"Lee Hyun. I watched this YouTube vid of a dungeon. Think I could clear it? We grab the byproducts quick, sell 'em, done."
"Can't sell dungeon byproducts without verified ID."
Sellers have to prove origin. Illegal sales? Three days. You'd be in the slammer by day three.
"You could do it instead… oh."
"That 'oh…' sounds real bitter."
Yeah. I'm a total scrub. Scrubs can't clear those dungeons.
Seiren kept pitching ideas like this, but they all got shot down over ID issues or my lack of skills. After five rejections, she came with number six.
"Lee Hyun. How 'bout this one?"
"Hm? It's a stream."
"Yeah. Mystery concept."
I'd only shown her YouTube, but she'd already leveled up to personal streaming platforms. The tablet showed a streamer I knew well—obviously, since I followed her.
"The person on screen here? People don't know her name, origin, nothing."
"Oh…."
Just like Seiren said, this streamer was shrouded in mystery. Cat mask, jumpsuit—only her eyes and massive (watermelon-tier estimate) curves were visible.
"How 'bout we do a stream like this?"
"Hoo…."
"That 'donation' thing? It's money coming in. Already saw enough for ten burgers just watching."
For her, this world was basically another dimension, yet she was adapting this fast. Impressive initiative, diving into streaming—something even locals hesitate on.
That clicked. Keywords floating in my head snapped together.
Seiren's looks = features sharper than my whole life, big tits, pale skin, tall (early 170s cm), slim waist, lush hair.
Seiren's skills = empire's youngest archmage, Earth-top-tier magic.
What Seiren wants = smack bad dungeon monsters. Broadcast it to the masses.
"Holy shit."
I got it. What she should do. The concept to launch with.
I placed both hands on Seiren's shoulders.
"Seiren."
"Yes?"
"From now on, you're a magical girl."
2
Five million won down the drain on dungeon filming gear. General cameras glitch from dungeon mana waves—people and monsters look monstrous. Pro gear's a must.
Buying the gear shifted my mindset. I laid it out seriously to Seiren.
"Seiren."
"Yes?"
"If this flops, we're homeless next month."
"Eung… with you, it'd be okay, but hot showers are nice…."
"Heh heh heh. So we gotta give it our all, right?"
We were at an Open Field Dungeon now. Not the one with yesterday's pillar of light—another open field. No entry permit needed, rewards slimmer, but no choice for sealed dungeons. Only slimes around. Beginner field, easy to grasp.
"Hyaap!"
"Ugh, slime goo… feels weird."
Hunter wannabes grinding slimes hard. Our turn.
"Lee Hyun. Let's do it."
"Eung…. Gotta say the lines like that?"
"No more showers?"
"I'll try."
For shy Seiren, we picked a quiet spot. She glanced around, took a deep breath. Nodded with resolve. I hit record.
Seiren opened strong.
"Flames to purify the world. Justice to judge evil—ah, I can't do it."
Magical girl. Failed at intro!
3
Seiren showed real grit, ready to ditch showers. After deep talk, we ditched the romantic opener for simple greetings.
"Magical girl Seiren here. Hunting slimes today."
Her slender finger pointed at a slime. Frost gathered at the tip, then silver chill shot out, freezing it solid.
Crackle—
Seiren stepped lightly; the slime shattered like thin ice.
"Like this. Easy, right?"
Pop, pop, pop-pop-pop. Slimes dropping one by one. Smooth slime hunt.
But I sensed a problem.
"One issue, Seiren."
"Issue?"
"It's boring."
Freeze and burst—that's it. First time on camera, just recording, but live like this? Viewers bounce.
"It's day one. We'll study streaming at home together."
"…Right. Gotta study hard tonight."
"Hehe. Sounds fun."
Hunted about fifty slimes, then home. Trimmed the front, uploaded to the channel, then out for dinner with Seiren.
"Whatcha wanna eat?"
"Pork soup rice."
4
A guy sat bored in front of his monitor.
"All so stale…."
The man's name: Jo Yu-jin. Five-year vet of deep-sea internet broadcast exploration.
He was burnt out on amateur streams lately.
"Zero originality."
One trend hits, everyone copies. The quirky amateur scene—outlet for hidden talents—had devolved into cheap emotion dumps for cash. Gone were the days of cheering unique underdogs' growth….
He scrolled down. Clicked eye-catching thumbnails, but backed out multiple times from franchise slop. Hit rock bottom quick.
Deepest of the deep. The abyss. Viewer count: 0. Graveyard of starved channels.
Zero-viewer streams usually violate basic streaming etiquette—no aggro, straight to the depths. Even explorers skip 'em.
Jo Yu-jin scrolled to the bottom out of habit, not planning to watch.
But there—one channel caught his eye amid the dead efforts at live chat. Solo, [LIVE] off.
"Amateur… recorded?"
Crazy? Part of clicking amateurs is seeing their excited reactions. Big part.
But recorded?
"Out of his mind…."
Thumbnail: black background, white text—'Magical Girl Seiren's Hunting Log.' Rude as hell. If aiming for aggro via bewilderment, it worked, but bad long-term.
Jo Yu-jin clicked just to glimpse the face and bail. No rewatch ever.
"Whoa, damn."
—That thought vanished the second he saw the streamer.
-Magical girl. Seiren here. Hunting slimes today.
Yellow magical girl outfit. Only hands and calves exposed, but…
"The vibe is insane."
Face half-masked from nose down, but enough. 100% stunner. Aura of beauty head to toe. Unmask her, top camgirl easy. No filter, looked like.
-Like this. Easy, right?
"Mana pouch on point."
Clean slime kills? Meh. Who cares.
Jo Yu-jin stared, soul-sucked. Kinda got how religions start. Seiren radiated it.
Then—
-One issue, Seiren.
-Issue?
She approached the camera. Face close-up hit; Jo Yu-jin felt time stop.
"Unreal pretty."
Otherworldly beauty. Like pulling a perfectly CG'd character into reality?
Then dumb line amid awe.
-It's boring.
"?"
Boring? Face alone's hilarious. 24/7 close-up? People flock like unmanned cafe.
But convo ended. Video too.
"What the fuck."
Idiot editor…. Whatever. Seiren. Name memorized. Wanted more angles….
Regret mixed with hype.
"Prime content."
No substance? Fine. Looks are content. Too good for abyss.
"Can't wait for live."
Obvious no editor—cameraman's hack job, stinking of shit. This gem needs uplift, pro editor.
Jo Yu-jin hit the community, posted rare rec.
Recommending a pure-skill amateur streamer. Hiding her real power, but that's plenty. (link)
No long talk. Go watch.
Provocative title—comments flooded.
Post igniting fast. Agitators gathering.