Chapter 39

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Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 39

Chapter Title: Yoo Yi-seul's Superchat

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The developer live stream announcement had gone up exactly ten minutes ago.

Lying in bed, rolling around while checking the comment reactions, I suddenly bolted upright and sat down at my computer.

Doing streams without a mic for the past couple of days had turned out way more fun than I'd expected.

'Maybe streaming suits me better than just watching?'

I only had two days of experience under my belt...

But interacting with viewers in real-time was surprisingly addictive.

"Not bad at all..."

I decided to make live streams a regular thing from now on.

And today was the big day: hooking up the mic.

After hearing about it somewhere, I'd splurged on a top-tier condenser mic.

I pulled the gleaming beauty out of its box and clamped it onto the boom arm on my desk.

"Plug it in here..."

Connected it to the audio interface, flipped on phantom power, and I was set.

Unlike cheap mics, this one needed external power.

I fired up OBS—the streaming software—and double-checked my settings.

As always, I tasked my trusty AI app with manager duties.

"AI app, handle the chat window for me. Kick out anyone who crosses the line, no mercy."

Reassuring.

I took a deep breath and hit the start button.

The moment the stream notification popped up, viewers poured in like they'd been waiting.

Was it the developer announcement boost?

Or did I have that many people with notifications on?

Viewership skyrocketed alongside a chat explosion.

Just one minute in, and viewers had broken 1,000.

I stepped away to the bathroom to shake off the nerves, and when I came back, it was nearing 6,000.

"Whoa, what kind of firepower is this..."

This was big-corp streamer territory—no jealousy needed.

I cleared my throat a few times, flipped on the mic power.

I'd debated voice modulation at first but decided against it.

The AI-generated avatar hid my face anyway.

No need to muffle my voice too—it might even build more trust raw.

"Uh, testing. One two, one two. Can you hear me okay?"

My voice came through the speakers calmer and deeper than expected.

The avatar on screen mouthed along perfectly.

It was the Professor avatar, my signature from The Truth of the World videos.

I turned my head, it turned. I blinked, it blinked.

Top-tier tech—the world's best avatar puppetry.

The chat froze for a second, then erupted.

"Nice to meet you all. Your channel owner here."

My greeting cranked the chat heat even higher.

After only notepad chit-chat, hearing my voice was a relief for most.

"Typing in notepad got annoying, and communication sucked, so I grabbed a mic. Let's talk from now on—verbally."

"Donation reacts? I'll think about it. Anyway, back on topic..."

I skimmed the chat and continued.

"Some folks keep spamming wild theories. I'm no prophet—how am I supposed to know the future? Pure coincidence."

Playing innocent despite insider knowledge.

My lip twitched.

"Be real: they skipped the 20th anniversary entirely. So expecting something big for 25th is just common sense, right? Not predicting if you can't guess that—you're the fool, not me."

Wide-area taunt.

Chat ignited predictably.

Then a red Superchat pinged.

I paused, then nodded.

"Yeah... fair point. Given the devs' track record, expecting nothing is normal. I admit it."

I shrugged and pivoted.

"Anyway, with the dev stream locked in and vibes high, can't just skip ahead. So I've prepped an event."

"Event" dropped, and chat flipped instantly.

Hate turned to hype.

Give 'em freebies and they chill...

"With the big patch incoming, newbies will flood in. Planned something for vets and rookies."

I paused for effect.

"It's sim—"

"Ahem. Find my character hidden somewhere in the field. First come, first served—300 top-grade potions each."

Chat went silent.

Then disappointed boos.

Lukewarm reaction.

I clicked my tongue.

"You guys undervalue 300 potions. Know what that's worth on the exchange right now?"

Pulled up a calculator on screen.

"Per potion market price? Over 150,000 won cash. Digging up 150k? That's how many chickens?"

Quick 180.

I chuckled and waved them down.

"Whoa, calm down. Not today."

"On patch day when newbies rush in. This is prep stream."

Opened inventory—empty bag.

All stashed in storage.

"See? Empty. Filling it with top potions."

Planning 200 slots full.

Exchange plus begging vets for extras.

"Vets got rotting potions in storage? Bring 'em all. Buying above market."

Chat exploded with merchant and vet cheers.

"Perfect for old and new players alike, right?"

FYI: Funded from my pocket.

1 trillion Rubia.

About 12 million won.

Flashed the inventory balance proudly.

[Funds: 1,000,000,000,000 Rubia]

My face soured as I sighed.

"Why's game money inflating like Bitcoin? Nearly broke my back buying."

"Ahem. Anyway."

No comeback, just coughed it off.

Thank god YT payout hit today.

Covered stream PC, event funds—all good.

"Alright, let's trade. Done when 1T Rubia gone."

Parked in town square center, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠snapped up incoming potions.

Priced slightly above exchange average.

Event fodder anyway—worth it.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Trade chimes nonstop.

Monotonous grind, but viewers loved the spending spree—chat glued.

Funds dropped, storage filled.

Finally...

1T depleted.

"Phew, all spent."

Flashed empty balance and full storage, wiped fake sweat.

Called the AI.

"Manager. Excel list of everyone who sold me potions just now."

Viewers'd think real human manager.

Avatar perks.

Hundreds of IDs popped up on screen.

Zoomed for viewers.

"Everyone on this list—listen up."

Solemn tone.

"No event participation on patch day."

I grinned.

"Gotta have some conscience! Bought above market, right? You profited—now hogging 300 event pots too? Greedy much?"

Wagged my finger.

"Selling high was your event. Admit it?"

Stunned chat shifted to agreement and mockery.

Most weren't sellers anyway.

I knew: even premium sale beat free 150k pots less.

Sellers might gripe.

So, the carrot.

"Don't be too bummed. Separate event for our seller bosses."

Dropped voice conspiratorially.

"Seller-only later. Prizes dwarf 300 pots—huge stuff. Look forward."

Gripers shut up, turned fans.

Easy crowd.

"That's the stream for today. Bedtime."

Glanced at clock: past midnight.

Work tomorrow—final goodbyes.

Then.

"Gah?!"

500k Superchat blindsided me—hand to mouth.

Not just amount: sender Yoo Yi-seul.

"You the lawyer I know?"

Cautious.

Another red ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ping.

Real deal.

Yi-seul watching live?

50k per reply tho?

"Hey Yi-seul. Guess lawyers game stream too."

Another 500k.

Burning cash like tissue.

Just chat ffs.

Why Superchat convo?

Triple homer—2M already. Dizzy.

"Whoa thanks! Coffee on me later. Make time sometime."

Polite formality.

Less lawyer time = better life.

But...

"Huh?"

Today?

Past midnight: technically Friday.

Dinner means today.

But prior engagement: drinks at Team Leader's after work.

"Sorry, dinner prior commitment."

Superchat reply again.

Monthly salary in chit-chat.

I waved frantically.

"Stop donating! Plenty! Lunch works."

Yi-seul dipped after that.

Storm passed—me staring at monitor.

Why tho?

Too much for fan—too aggressive.

Felt like she wanted private talk.

Chat thawed and blazed.

Fanfic shipping us.

Others might see it that way.

"No weird thoughts, guys. Helped her once? Probably that."

Firm line.

Won't stick anyway.

"Stream over! Sleep well, see ya patch day. Poof!"

Mashed end button fleeing.

Screen black, silence.

"Hoo..."

Long sigh.

Solid stream...

Why Superchat meetup not text?

Like showing off.

Leaned back, eyed ceiling.

Complicated thoughts later.

Satisfied with success.

'What to wear for lunch tomorrow?'

No work uniform.

Change at least.