Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Yoo Euisul's Exclusive Attachment Doll (True)
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Current time, 2 PM.
Still plenty of time before the stream started.
So, I decided to head to the Awakener Association.
Whether I really had a choice in the matter was debatable.
The moment she said her piece and hung up, any say I had vanished.
...Of course, Yoo Euisul and I weren't exactly that close.
If it was a hassle, I could always call back and say I wasn't coming.
But considering the fallout, going seemed like the smarter move.
For reasons I couldn't quite pin down.
Yoo Euisul clearly had a favorable impression of me.
Just look at how the Awakener Association Chairman, Scheduled Hwan, had been shocked by the way she treated me.
Going forward, I'd have no choice but to dive into Anomalous Phenomenon zones, gritting my teeth through the tears.
And solving them solo? Even with my tough body, I wasn't confident.
I absolutely needed other Awakeners' help.
Yoo Euisul was the strongest Awakener out there.
If she kept deciding to help me...
Building some goodwill now couldn't hurt.
Plus, I was already pondering what to eat.
Just make sure to get home before 7.
No compromises on that.
My life's priorities had shifted.
Used to be Anomalous Phenomena and items at number one.
Now, streaming topped the list.
Our house to the Awakener Association wasn't far.
Probably thirty minutes, tops.
I wanted to just throw on jeans and a jacket and head out.
But the problem was...
"..."
That damn golden pig piggy bank had shredded my clothes with its fangs.
Could you even call these ripped jeans...?
No way.
No ripped jeans in the world exposed a full, plump butt cheek like this.
After clashing with the 'black smoke'...
According to my 'settings,' I was now a woman.
The only proof I was ever a man was my memory.
No evidence left behind.
ID changed.
Furniture in the house shifted to feminine designs.
Naturally, clothes and underwear too.
I wasn't one for a big wardrobe to begin with.
Two summer outfits.
One for fall.
One each for spring and winter.
Four outfits total, handling all seasons—that was me.
Never had many clothes anyway.
Right now, no comfy options fit for going out.
...Should've gone shopping ahead of time.
There was one outfit that looked somewhat comfy.
But this?
It was exactly like my avatar's getup.
Wearing this out? Might as well advertise, "Please recognize me!"
Absolutely not.
Streaming was now my top life priority.
In the end, the outfit I chose was...
...
...
...
"Hello."
"Oh, you're here?"
Arriving at the Awakener Association's underground training hall.
There was Yoo Euisul, sweating buckets as she swung her sword.
She wiped her sweat with a towel, then scanned me up and down.
Then she spoke.
"You heading out on a date after meeting me?"
"As if."
"Then why'd you dress up all fancy? Just throw on a hoodie or something."
"..."
I wanted to.
Looked everywhere—no hoodie.
Uh-huh.
I'm wearing a skirt.
No joke, it was the only wearable option.
The breeze slipping between my legs... "weird" was the only word for it.
And cold.
Now I get why women wear stockings.
Baring my legs to the world? Brutally chilly.
"Anyway, let's go eat."
"Sure."
"I'll shower quick—wait a sec."
"Take your time."
Women usually take forever in the bath.
Might as well review her sword's Wiki again in the meantime: 'Iron Sword No. 3.'
I'd pondered why she called me on the way over.
Obvious, really.
The sword.
Iron Sword No. 3.
Censored, so I couldn't know for sure... but it definitely hid some power.
Probably training to unlock its hidden effects.
Checked the Wiki again—same result.
Still censored.
The Wiki updates in real time.
No changes from before meant the training hadn't yielded results.
That's when it happened.
Yoo Euisul emerged from the shower, shaking out her wet hair.
"Let's go."
"..."
Less than five minutes? Already done showering?
She's no guy.
Guess she just splashed water, soaped up, rinsed, and out.
Couldn't even dry her hair properly.
"What? Not hungry?"
"No, starving."
Hadn't eaten since chicken last night—just slept.
Stomach's practically glued to my spine.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Yoo Euisul took Lee Jia to her go-to steakhouse.
Lunchtime steak? You might question it.
But surprisingly, the lunch special steak was a nutrient-packed meal.
Meat for stamina.
Garnish for health.
Awakeners need lots of meat, as the saying goes.
Most train daily.
Even light sessions drain you dry, so meat for recovery isn't optional—it's essential.
Grilling pork belly for lunch? Too much hassle.
Hence, steaks—pre-cooked and served.
Gazing at Lee Jia, who sat awkwardly right across from her.
Yoo Euisul muttered.
"No matter how I look, it doesn't seem natural."
"Pardon?"
"Never mind. Let's order."
The subjectless thought left it unclear: was she talking about Lee Jia's pink hair, or her ample breasts?
Lee Jia must've been famished.
Steak arrived, and she tore into it like a beggar possessed.
Utterly unladylike.
No pretense.
No airs.
Yoo Euisul quite liked Lee Jia's almost manly personality.
It felt like...
Acquiring the perfect toy to play with.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Fine, I admit it.
This place is legit good.
Wanted to question lunchtime steak, but figured it'd get a snippy reply, so I held back.
Good call—result was perfection.
Medium rare, spot on.
Yoo Euisul was the type who focused solely on her food while eating.
Same here.
The more I see of her, the more I like her, honestly.
Sassy mouth, but she takes care of business.
Only after devouring the meat did real talk begin.
Yoo Euisul spoke first.
"I pulled two all-nighters researching it. Still no clue."
"You mean Iron Sword No. 3, right?"
"...Yeah, Iron Sword No. 3. Sigh... hate that name."
"I checked the Wiki again while you showered—no changes."
"Two days of kicking ass and getting nowhere."
"Pretty much. Anyway, the reason you wanted to meet..."
"Figured I'd need your ability's help eventually."
Not like I had any bright ideas.
"Told you before—it's censored. Can't read it even if I want to."
"...Hey. Tell me more about yourself first."
I told her my story.
Black smoke.
Reflecting Myriad Stars.
Omnia Archive.
And Archivist's Duty.
Same stuff I'd told Kim Junghwan—no big secret.
Anomalous Phenomena addict, maybe?
Yoo Euisul barely batted an eye.
"First time I've seen a case like yours, but boils down to this: level up your ability, and the censored parts unlock."
"Abilities can level up?"
"Duh."
"...But what if I'm not an Awakener?"
"If you're not, then what are you?"
"Fervent Devotee of Reflecting Myriad Stars. My tough body and info-checking? Racial traits, not abilities."
"...You're one exhausting person."
No, really.
I pulled my most wronged face, and she continued.
"Even if everything you say is true, it's the same deal. Do well, and you can evolve your racial traits."
"Sure, but how?"
"Obvious."
She shrugged.
Then said casually.
"Work hard."
"That's it?"
"That's it. Do more than just the duty. Who knows—might level you up."
"Do I really need to go that far...?"
"Think about it. You're the company prez. Employee who just does assigned tasks, or one who nails unassigned stuff proactively—which looks better?"
She had a point.
By duty standards.
My streaming was fine.
'Turn on the broadcast once a day'—checked.
Yet I still got punished.
Clearly, Reflecting Myriad Stars-sama.
Prefers the proactive archivist over the bare-minimum one.
Exactly like my earlier resolution.
Stream harder.
That seems to be it. Uh-huh.
"Nothing else you're curious about?"
"Nope."
"Sorry I couldn't help."
"Wasn't expecting much. Just wanted to see your face."
"..."
Compliment or insult?
"Oh, right. Watched your stream yesterday."
"Uh, crap."
"You're godawful. Thought I'd die of frustration watching."
"I-I know I'm bad at games?"
"Not just bad—a walking disaster."
"..."
"And your cam setup's weird. Got tons of donations, though. Upgrade to a pricey one."
"It's not a cam—it's a PNGTuber..."
"What's that?"
"...It's a thing."
"Treating me like an idiot? What's a PNGTuber?"
After that.
I spent ages explaining what VTubing was.