The 500-Year Coin Jackpot
I died and reincarnated. To my surprise, it happened in a fantasy world—and of all things, I was born as an elf, one of the long-lived races. Annoyingly, as a woman. Well, if I’d been born male as an elf, that would have been even more disappointing. Strangely, the world’s setting felt closer to the modern era I’d come from. Just to be safe, I dumped every last penny I’d saved into Continent Coin and committed to a 500-year HODL.
Sure enough, the impossible became reality right before my eyes. At this point there was no need to explain it.
“Wow, after five hundred years that coin finally exploded.”
Continent Coin. After holding through five centuries, I had become absurdly, disgustingly rich. Of course I sold everything at the absolute peak, transforming into the wealthy NEET of everyone’s dreams. I quit my job on the spot, fully embraced my new career as a professional shut-in, and immediately retreated into my room.
Now I had to decide. With the fortune earned from a coin that had matured for five hundred years, what should I do?
Most people would instantly picture buying a mansion, a supercar, and living a life of pure luxury. But I was different. That path felt unbearably ordinary. After already living five centuries, I was sick of it. Maybe it was because I was an elf; I had always lived more leisurely than other races and never craved extravagant pleasures. On the contrary, I had led a more frugal life than anyone.
One house on a quiet, secluded hill was more than enough. A car would be pointless now that I was a full-time NEET. Above all, there was one specific reason I had chosen this lifestyle.
“Hello, dear believers! Thank you so much for coming to our church today as well!”
Internet streaming. Even in my previous life I had binged streams like a madman—starting with female cam girls and eventually reaching my greedy tentacles toward VTubers. Now freed from all financial worries, I happily rotated between sexy cam streams and VTuber broadcasts while living my ideal room-bound NEET life.
Among the countless streams I had watched, the ones I loved most were VTubers, thanks to the degenerate otaku experience I carried over from my past life. Her streamer name was Seria. She operated as a nun-concept VTuber.
She used the classic subculture avatar: white hair, red eyes, and a black nun habit that somehow emphasized an indecently enormous chest. I had been completely hooked on her for a long time. As a first-generation member of the newly launched VTuber agency YoloLive, she had debuted second and grown explosively from the very beginning, riding a wave of attention and love.
From her awkward early days all the way to her current, slightly more polished self, I had not missed even one second of her content.
“Hehe, thank you, dear believers. Having safely finished another day and seeing you all come to my stream, I can only offer my sincere gratitude to God.”
Her streams were remarkably free-spirited. Even when hard-edged messages rolled in, she rarely censored them, and when the occasional lunatic tried to derail the chat, she displayed an impressively unbreakable mentality. That was exactly why I liked her so much.
Because there were so many viewers, she probably didn’t know I existed. So I decided it was time to make my presence known.
DdalSyong donated 100,000 won
“Ahh!! DdalSyong believer, welcome! It’s so nice to see you! Have you been having a good day today?”
DdalSyong donated 200,000 won
To outsiders it would be unbelievable. Everyone watched in pure astonishment as I casually dropped hundred-thousand-won donations like they were normal chat messages.
Heh heh heh. Money earned from a five-hundred-year-old coin isn’t just for show.
Of course I had taken some of it out and placed it in bank deposits, and I had also diversified into safe dividend stocks that continued to pay me every single month. Even the remaining money still sitting in coins was growing at a terrifying rate, and with currency appreciation on top of that, the sum had reached a level where I could spend like water for the rest of my life and never run out.
Even after hearing my rather unpleasant confession, Seria showed not a hint of displeasure. She simply smiled with gentle benevolence and answered.
“DdalSyong, you were diligent in your main occupation again today. You did very well. I hope you will continue to love me dearly in the future as well.”
While other donations flew in like hail, I sent another one.
DdalSyong donated 300,000 won
Seria looked visibly troubled by my question. So I sent another donation with perfect timing.
DdalSyong donated 400,000 won
“Ah, DdalSyong believer… I’m not sure how I’m supposed to answer that question…”
DdalSyong donated 500,000 won
“P-please stop! DdalSyong believer! At this point I’m genuinely starting to worry about you! As I’ve told you many times, you really don’t have to donate so much! Please only spend within your means! The fact that you come every single time without fail already conveys your warm heart to me, so please don’t worry!”
The more the donation counter climbed, the more flustered she became. Watching her break into a cold sweat and desperately try to stop me was adorable. Khh, this is exactly why I love Seria. Any other VTuber would have played along with coy acting to milk even more donations, but she was sincerely worried about me. Of course, from a normal person’s financial common sense it was only natural to worry—yet to me this was little more than pocket change.
DdalSyong donated 600,000 won
Laughter flooded the chat. My bold donations delighted the other fans, and I got to enjoy the adorable sight of a flustered Seria at the same time. Wasn’t this the very definition of killing two birds with one stone?
“U-um… today they’re… black.”
DdalSyong donated 700,000 won
“N-now that your curiosity has been satisfied, shall we move on to the main schedule? Today I’ve brought a game with me!”
After that, Seria’s stream continued cheerfully. Meanwhile I glanced at the female cam streamer I was watching on the opposite monitor. If my favorite VTuber was Seria, then my favorite female cam girl was Lily. Cruelly, their broadcast times always overlapped, so I had no choice but to watch both streams simultaneously.
Time passed and both broadcasts eventually ended. I stretched my stiff body, pushing out my ample chest.
“All right, time to start editing clips.”
Incidentally, watching streams wasn’t my only hobby. I was also a clipper who worked under the exact same nickname.
“Seria-chan produced so many fun moments today. I have to spread these clips far and wide so everyone can enjoy them!”
Smiling, I popped a strawberry into my mouth and began mass-producing clip videos like a woman possessed.