Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: I'll Become an Arsonist (4)
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The day after the day after my first broadcast wrapped up in grand style.
I was deep in serious thought in the master bedroom of my house.
"Hoo."
Sitting at the table in the master bedroom, I rubbed my temples.
Around me, boxes were piled up like mountains.
'I've picked the concept for the next broadcast, at least...'
This was a real headache.
Just looking at the new gate entry tickets I'd bought made me sigh.
Of course, the flow of things in the international market had gone almost exactly as I'd predicted.
There was little chance my summoner raid party would be banned.
Which meant my worries lay elsewhere.
'Now that the ban law's off the table, with all this recognition I've built up, I need to crank out broadcasts fast and pile up the videos.'
After the first broadcast, my alias Yeoto had hit the international news.
[BBS Special Broadcast! Hunter Yeoto, Who Is He?!]
[Exclusive Analysis of Necromancer Jeong Do-jin Hunter's Footage!]
[Ppusyung Ppasung! The Identity of the K-Hunter America Admires and Japan Envies?!]
What a bunch of scummy reporters. Broadcasting someone's personal info without even asking permission?
Of course, that clickbait wasn't all bad.
My potential viewers had taken interest, searched for the broadcast, and the NewTube-linked first episode had already surpassed 2 million views.
'Holy shit, 2 million. Is this for real?'
A few days after launch, 2 million views.
Subscribers had blown past 100k and were still climbing.
And that was with just one video uploaded.
Even webtoons would get flak for pacing like that.
'But it's reality.'
As the guy at the center of it all, I wasn't surprised at all. I was calm.
Think about the big shots I'm tangled up with.
How huge is the pie for gate raid broadcasts?
This growth rate was actually on the slow side.
No, it even felt unfair.
I've set the whole world ablaze, and all I get is 2 million views and 100k subs?
Even for an early broadcast, shouldn't it be 100 times this?
...Tremble tremble tremble.
Tremble tremble tremble tremble!!
Sorry, I was bluffing. Truth is, I'm freaking scared shitless.
My hands are shaking so bad I can't even drink my coffee.
No, who'd be calm in this situation? That's the weirdo!
Reminds me of shells flying over my head.
"100k people. 100k people."
That's a proper army even in Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
If I led this 100k subscriber army and joined Liu Bei, I'd end up like Zhuge Liang—dragged to bed for some "art of war" that day.
Thinking about it, kinda gross. Better head to Wei.
Anyway, even I, who'd psyched myself up to start this, was like this.
Unity's side must've been shocked out of their minds.
'Honestly thought I'd get sued.'
I figured they'd contact me before any lawsuit.
And they did.
But the email content was the total opposite of what I expected.
My inbox had been exploding with emails from around the world.
This was the message from Unity I'd barely fished out amid them.
'Look at that tone. Feels downright friendly.'
Can you get a reaction like this when an arsonist throws a party in your house uninvited?
Did President Kim convert to Buddhism in the years since I last saw him? Maybe he's shed worldly desires, entered the realm of life and death, and is on the verge of ascension. Better not piss him off or I'll eat Heavenly Demon Supremacy.
Of course, logically, there's another reason.
'Must be orders from above.'
He's the president— who’s above him? It's a publicly traded company; the majority shareholder's there.
'A-Rank and higher hunter guilds are staying neutral.'
Some are probably openly backing me.
If I succeed, the hunter world gets easier for everyone.
To use a metaphor, I'm a DPS who pulls aggro like a pro.
No, DPS pulling aggro? That's trash tier, fuck.
'Still, thank you so much... thank you!'
It was hugely grateful to me.
Tears welling up at the grace of those A-Rank guilds.
Of course, I was confident I'd win even if sued.
The ban law's momentum was positive for me too.
'But hiring lawyers or getting dragged to court would've tied me up for at least a month straight.'
No time for broadcasts then.
Unity's permission was a real lifesaver.
'Was gonna wait a few days till the ban law passed, but no need now.'
Permission granted, content ready.
I'd posted the schedule notice as requested.
Could start broadcasting right now.
But that was exactly why I wasing.
'Wanted the attention, but it's too much now.'
My email was on the verge of bursting.
Phone battery drains in seconds even when plugged in!
Made it hard to check other stuff.
'So I gotta broadcast faster, like right now.'
It was total chaos, but I decided to hit the accelerator, not the brakes.
Not for revenue. Something more fundamental.
'Gotta hold onto the people coming from news mentions.'
Hunter broadcasting was a textbook Red Queen effect.
Skip a day, lose 10% future viewers.
Two days? 30%.
Even long-running hunters face that—what about me?
One broadcast, no uploads in days.
'Like this, I'll lose the people who came.'
Click.
I opened the one video on my channel.
In just a few days, comments had flooded in.
Not just Korean—tons of foreign languages too.
'...Damn, the first broadcast set expectations way too high.'
That was what was bothering me.
'Viewers expect something uniquely dominant like the first one.'
Those 100k subscribers.
The 2 million-plus NewTube users.
They'd expect flashy, unique raids next too!
'Can't just throw up a mediocre broadcast in a rush.'
Do that, and I'd lose their expectations.
How could I not worry?
'Haa... This is bad. What to do.'
I put my hand to my forehead and leaned back my head.
"How do I avoid getting called a honey-sucking leech?"
Honestly, no confidence.
No confidence I'd stay chill during the broadcast.
"Wah wah, too good, it's stressing me out."
A desperate sigh while holding back laughter.
I'd look insane, but I meant it.
'Why? 'Cause I've got an ace up my sleeve.'
A guaranteed success ticket.
A lottery that hits 100% if you scratch it.
Boss-grade undead, Giant Queen Spider.
My cherished ace No. 1.
'Undead summonable from range without a corpse.'
A massive boss mob with huge visual impact!
Just pulling it out on broadcast would explode reactions.
Like, "day-old rice cake" levels of easy-mode vibes.
'Ah, damn. Don't want folks thinking summoner is an easy job.'
I was trembling with anxiety from excessive joy, like a wild squirrel gifted a basket of acorns.
Plus, there were other anxiety factors.
Spring!
I stood and looked around at the delivery boxes.
All gifts sent to me.
Items from guilds and hunters cheering me on!
"Lemme check the senders. All big names."
All from famous guilds.
Damn, not even Chuseok gifts compare.
And I'd only started broadcasting days ago.
Plenty more shipments en route, no doubt.
Meaning even more gifts incoming.
'Heh heh. They're basically forcing me to no-effort broadcast and get hated for it?'
Conditions so luxurious, failure's impossible even if you try!
How am I supposed to act like I'm struggling through a tough gate? Even an Oscar-winning actor would struggle.
'Fuck it, whatever. Unbox the gifts first.'
I grinned and pulled over a box.
First up, from some famous guild.
'Summoners Valley's gift? Can't resist.'
Getting presents from America's No. 1 A-Rank guild?
Guess I really am famous now. Overwhelmed with emotion.
I skimmed the letter, saw it was just pleasantries, and eyed the package.
"Three boxes, huh?"
All from Summoners Valley?
I was moved by the generosity of the land of the free.
Start with the small one.
"Tsk, can't even use a cutter—might scratch it."
Me, mumbling to hide my excitement.
But once I checked the contents, I swallowed those words.
'...Scratch my ass. Worry for nothing.'
The contents wouldn't scratch from a cutter.
"Isn't this Summoners Valley's suit set?"
I pulled it out and was speechless.
Well, couldn't talk with my mouth split in a grin.
MP +10%.
Summon Skill Cooldown -20%.
Magic Attack Power +150.
Strengthens Summon's Attack Power.
'Whoa, two options each? Insane.'
Rarity determines equipment options.
Even one on a rare item is jackpot.
These have two each.
All prime picks too.
'How'd they nail perfect summoner options?'
Summoners Valley: summoner specialists.
Their Guild Master Abel is famous for savvy image-building.
'Whole guild in sharp suits, pushing gates with summon armies from the rear.'
Army cool + suit cool.
Combo any guy falls for.
Their gift to me was that uniform.
No guild mark, though.
'5th Hierarchy summoner suit set, huh.'
Hierarchy: their internal rank.
Higher means higher position.
Guild Master's direct team is 1st.
2nd is their B-Rank-only first string.
5th is fresh newbies.
'Newbies or not, can't underestimate.'
A-Rank guild newbies aren't average hunters.
Even among summoners, heaven's chosen.
D-Rank ratings, but innate talent differs.
Enough to hand over rare items freely.
And I'd gotten the same treatment.
'Heard one set costs over 5 million won.'
Just materials alone.
5 million. Two gates' earnings down the drain. Fuck, the rich get richer. Marx, you were right.
'Wand's option is the killer.'
Magic attack power.
Bonus damage on spells.
Common on caster wands.
'Best wand's just a club without it.'
Essential option.
But +150? Rare.
Suit's defense is 120 alone.
150 vs 120.
Kindergartener knows which is bigger.
'Simple math: any spell punches through the suit now.'
1 damage spell becomes 151 miracle.
Huge boost for this level item.
Value beyond materials.
'Problem is, my spell kit's narrow.'
Just two magic skills.
Corpse Explosion and Wraith Charge.
Damn, embarrassing. Hunter with two attack skills?
Chinese joint gives more free dumplings.
'And those exact two were for the next broadcast.'
Timing like a ghost. Perfect.
'Plus one more box left!'
Geared up, I excitedly tore into the last.
Or tried to.
'...Hold up. Need to open it now?'
...Freeze!
I paused mid-open and re-read the letter.
'Says they sent stuff I'd like.'
This is "modest." Then I've never given a proper gift in my life, fuck.
'And this box is the biggest of the three.'
Suit and wand were compact, small boxes.
'No way they enclosed a monster corpse—crazy. Gotta be gear.'
Even as a necro—voodoo sorcerer—A-Rank guild shipping corpses by plane? Nah.
Common sense says customs would snag it.
I tapped the box experimentally.
Thump thump-.
Light. Muffled sound for the size.
'Got it. Accessory gear.'
Quick on the uptake, me.
Light 'cause jewelry.
Bulky with padding.
'No doubt. Fragile accessory.'
-Rustle.
Gently peeked, yep.
"Heh heh."
Bubble wrap filling the box got me hyped.
Top-tier guilds are different.
'Save this for more fun.'
Suit and wand enough for next vid.
Film next broadcast first, then unbox this while planning the one after—way more fun!
'Best treats last.'
I stowed the box in the room.
Obviously tried on the suit quick.
'Didn't measure, but fits perfect.'
Full mirror check, I tugged the collar.
"Time to flip the world again."
Next broadcast: tomorrow night.
Expect a once-in-a-millennium super typhoon: Yeoto's flashy return.