Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: God is Dead - Nietzsche -
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Confession time kept rolling on.
One thing I've realized while listening to all these viewer confessions...
The world is vast.
And there are a ton of crazies in it.
Five thousand viewers had gathered.
Like Jirobo-sensei's famous saying goes: whenever five people get together, one of them has to be trash.
My god.
By Jirobo-sensei's logic, that means there are a solid thousand pieces of trash in my stream right now.
As if to prove the theory in real time...
The viewers had no shame confessing their sins to me.
[I stole the toilet paper from a public restroom.] "Why the hell would you take that? It's just a scrap of TP—how much could it even be worth?"
[I have rhinitis...] "Dude, then carry your own damn TP around."
There were public restroom TP thieves.
[Stadium chicken's too expensive, so I snuck in a 3,000-won convenience store one.] "Isn't outside food banned? How'd you even sneak it in, and how'd you eat it on the sly?"
[Wrapped it in TP, stuffed it in my pocket. Then nabbed a chicken bucket and ate it right out in the open.] "Where'd you even get the bucket? No way... you didn't..."
[Picked it up.] "Agh, you filthy beggar! Even Reflecting Myriad Stars would faint hearing this!"
This was barely even a sin.
It wasn't a crime—it was just nasty.
[Been living off Walmart samples for all three meals a week now.] "...You filled up just on sides?"
[Nah, grabbed two packs of instant rice too.] "You guys are legends, for real."
I'd only ever fantasized about it, but damn—people actually live like that in the real world.
[Took a Lock & Lock container to an all-you-can-eat buffet and...] "Stop—say no more. In the name of Reflecting Myriad Stars, you're plenty forgiven."
[Uh... I thought it was a real sin, that's why I came...] "Smuggling buffet food? Yeah, that's wrong, but compared to the others? Small potatoes. You're a petty offender. Don't do it again. Done."
Maybe it was the heavy hitters before, but the buffet Lock & Lock thief felt like a petty criminal among petty criminals.
You're getting off with a warning.
[...] "What? Got more to say? If not, get out."
[This hurts my pride... I'll commit a bigger sin and come back.] "You psycho!"
💬 Live Chat — Viewer LMAOOOOOOOOO — Viewer That psycho f**ker lolololol — Viewer This guy's a total attention seeker lololol — Viewer Streamer's straight-up inciting crimes now ㄷㄷㄷㄷ Please.
Don't do crap like that.
I never incited any crimes.
I don't want my face on the 9 o'clock news.
Luckily, everyone showing up for confessions was just... too pathetic to even call petty criminals.
Not trash.
Straight-up lunatics is more like it.
Still, at least they all owned up to their sins and seemed willing to turn things around. Silver lining, I guess.
Three hours had flown by since starting the confession content.
Time to wrap it up.
"One last one, then we're done."
The final sinner to join voice chat...
His nickname was ominous from the jump.
💰 DONATION ALERT 💰 Gentlemanly Pervert donated 10,000 won! [Hello, this is Gentlemanly Pervert.] "...Yeah."
Honestly?
I can't say hello back.
Gentlemanly Pervert? That doesn't even make sense.
"Speak. What sin did you commit?"
Probably another petty one.
I'm past expecting anything.
[I'm... a working stiff who takes public transit.] "Uh-huh."
[Home to work is an hour by subway.] "Yeah. Must suck. Keep going."
[Thing is... I'm a heavy sleeper, so every morning commute, I end up nodding off.] "Gotcha."
[Past week, I've straight-up leaned on the guy next to me and slept. Yeah.] "...Come again?"
[First time's the hardest, but once you start, I can't stop...] "Hold up—time out."
This ain't WWE. This is UFC.
"Hey, you freak, that's sexual harassment. You don't beg forgiveness from Reflecting Myriad Stars—you report this sh*t to the cops."
[N-no, misunderstanding! Never once on a woman's shoulder. All dudes. Yeah.] "That makes it worse!"
💬 Live Chat — Viewer Augh — Viewer KYAAAAAAAAH beat that f**ker up — Viewer So you're the creep who leaned on me?? — Viewer Gayyyyy ⭐ Top Comment — Viewer Gentleman gay... — Viewer Love it hehe big bro... — Viewer ? — Viewer ??? — Viewer Dude I gave him some advice.
"Go to bed earlier, dumbass. Log off first. Sleep instead of watching my stream."
[B-but it's unfair. You're partly to blame.] "...Did I hear that right? Me?"
[Yeah. Big-tits zealot VTuber? How am I supposed to resist?] "..."
💬 Live Chat — Viewer Can't resist big-tits zealot VTuber fr — Viewer Crime of making stream too entertaining. Take it like a champ. — Viewer So the root cause is Jia, right? — Viewer Lol. — Viewer Jia's fault ㅇㅇ;;; — Viewer Beg Reflecting Myriad Stars for forgiveness on her behalf fr "...I'm ending the stream."
💬 Live Chat — Viewer ? — Viewer ??? — Viewer ??????? — Viewer Sudden end?? "You sleep in cuz you're watching my stream. So if I end it, you'll sleep by force. That's it. Good night."
Done.
This is it.
Confession content is eternally banned from now on.
If I kept going, I'd bet my face ends up as the 9 o'clock news headline.
[Psycho VTuber claiming to be 'Fervent Devotee of Reflecting Myriad Stars' stirs controversy by inciting viewer crimes...]
...Something like that.
For my mental health.
And my stream's future.
Ending here is the right call.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Maybe the confession content blew up.
But my stream had stabilized a bit.
People were getting used to my zealot RP.
After ten straight days of streaming.
My wiki page's 'Broadcasts' section had finally updated.
📄 Omnia Wiki: Lee Jia 3. Broadcasts 3.1. Personality & Broadcast Style True to her title as a [Fervent Devotee of Reflecting Myriad Stars], her biggest gimmick is impulsively worshiping [Reflecting Myriad Stars]. Occasionally blurts out blasphemy, pays the price by smashing her head on the desk—her signature move. Despite her lofty status as 'Archivist of the Omnia Archive', she doesn't seem all that bright. 3.2. Broadcast Rules No strict rules per se, except blaspheming [Reflecting Myriad Stars] is strictly forbidden. 3.3. Memes ● Gal!: What Jia habitually yells whenever viewers blaspheme [Reflecting Myriad Stars]. She tries for an intimidating tone, but everyone agrees it's just cute. ● Reflecting Myriad Stars is a god and invincible!: Jia's go-to to escape blasphemy payback. Peak airhead energy. Still pretty sparse since I just started streaming.
But it'll grow as time goes on.
Stream stabilizing is great news, sure.
But I still had one big problem left.
Awakener.
How the hell am I gonna fix this?
Why no contact yet?
About twenty days left.
If I don't document that Anomalous Phenomenon and item wiki by then...
I'm dead.
No good sitting idle waiting for a call.
I need to raise hell, stage a one-woman protest—whatever it takes to become an Awakener ASAP.
Worst case?
If registration falls through for whatever reason...
I'll have to sneak into the Anomalous Phenomenon zone myself.
Crime beats dying, right?
And so.
Fired up for maximum chaos and a solo protest, I headed to Awakener Association HQ.
"..."
Staring up at their skyscraper piercing the clouds, my resolve naturally wavered, shrinking me down...
But this was life or death for me.
I've gotta do it.
Let's go.
Time to wreck shop.
How to make enough noise to drag out the big shots...?
Then it hit me—a solid idea.
Bash my head.
Bash my head into every info desk in the Awakener Association till they shatter.
When a self-harming lunatic shows up... even the higher-ups would scramble to handle it, right?
I'm not brave enough for self-harm.
So I'll force it.
Time to earn some blasphemy payback.
This was essential to face the Anomalous Phenomenon and item.
Reflecting Myriad Stars would understand.
Having infiltrated the main building peacefully.
I screamed like a madwoman.
"Bitchin' Myriad Stars!"
"F*ckin' Omnia Archive!"
"Give back my precious, you prick!"
"Nietzsche said, 'God is dead!'"
THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Even I thought my blasphemy level was a bit much.
But Reflecting Myriad Stars must've understood I had no choice...
Cuz no instant judgment hit.
THUD!
"Guhk..."
...Though the payback felt harsher than usual.
Smashing my head amid the whispers of onlookers and the pounding footsteps of security rushing me...
Riiiing.
Riiiing.
My phone rang.
I wiped the blood from my forehead and answered.
"Hell—"
THUD!
"Gwehk! Hello?"
[Jia, can you come to Awakener Association HQ right now?] "Who..."
THUD!
"Aaaagh... who is this?"
[This is Kim Junghwan. We need to talk about your Awakener registration...] Ah.
You son of a...
Should've called thirty seconds sooner.
Too late now.
I already smashed the info desk.