Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: My Boyfriend Explanation Session (5)
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First viewer.
First chat.
That day is still vivid in my eyes.
The thrill racing up my spine the instant the numbers ticked over, the gnawing anxiety that someone out there was actually watching me.
My heart pounding like it might explode, my breaths coming rough and ragged—the first time crashed into me with that kind of raw intensity.
Doubts flooded in.
No one had ever officially confirmed it, but among the fans, it was already accepted as fact that QWER wasn't a person—it was a team.
What on earth was the true identity of that QWER from 10 years ago?
All eyes locked on, the flames of curiosity veering off course.
QWER—the name mentioned more than anyone in the VTuber scene over the past 7 years, right alongside Myth.
Unlike Myth, he'd left behind just one avatar and never shown up again, yet he stayed at the center of every VTuber rumor and hype.
Now they knew who QWER was.
The viewers' instincts kicked in, and any lingering thoughts of Myth's boyfriend vanished from their minds.
"No, he's just one guy. QWER's been solo from the start, and he's still solo now."
Myth's words sent the chat into another frenzy.
A barrage of messages pouring so fast no one could keep up with their eyes.
The shock wasn't limited to the viewers.
"What?"
Mika and Maki's voices overlapped.
Mika even shot up from her seat.
No way.
A solo act?
No matter how much pull Myth had as a senior, this had to be a lie.
It had to be. It just had to be.
"That was 7 years ago, Myth unnie. Do you even realize what you're saying?"
Myth unnie's claim boiled down to this: 7 years ago, a lone individual created "Myth."
"...If that's true, even I'd be a little creeped out."
"Forget that—even back then, if someone could develop something like that, it means Myth unnie was at least an adult when she was in high school."
The rumors ballooned, doubts amplifying endlessly.
Even pro streamers like Mika and Maki were playing right into Myth's hands, just like any ordinary viewer.
#1 contender, rival to Dream Live—titles like that were forgotten as everyone zeroed in on Myth and QWER's story.
"Okay, the full QWER saga will unfold bit by bit, so let's hold off for now and get back to my rookie streamer days. Yeah, I was over the moon. I think I even jumped out of my chair. Someone had actually come to see me."
The spark in Myth's palm took shape, spreading like wildfire.
"Whoa... Myth, you're starting to scare me, unnie."
Yeona was the only one clinging to her wits, rubbing her arms as goosebumps prickled her skin.
Having heard the story before, she alone could focus on Myth's broadcasting style rather than the narrative itself.
The whole stream—every viewer—was dancing on the tip of Myth's tongue.
Not just the flow, but the delivery felt impossibly natural.
The kind of smoothness you couldn't fake with dozens or hundreds of rehearsals.
"Ugh. I could never pull that off."
Days, months, years.
A hundred moons waxed and waned, a thousand suns rose and set, and still it never stopped.
Rehearsing with hope in her heart.
Dreaming with anticipation.
Clinging to this day, when she'd unveil her love named Legend before everyone.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times—these lines must have rolled off her tongue.
A chilling tenacity, a love bordering on madness, palpable in every word.
"No wonder she jumped straight into going public."
It wasn't sudden at all.
She'd planned every single thing from the start, this terrifying little sister of ours.
Waiting years for this day, practicing these lines endlessly. That's why it felt so effortless.
Her love was heavy. Sweet enough to make her tongue scream, yet so weighty.
Yeona clicked her tongue at the violent emotions piercing through the screen.
Oblivious to Yeona's thoughts, Myth pressed on.
"What does a rookie streamer do? Just turn on the stream, ramble, play whatever games I felt like. Content? Never crossed my mind back then."
Oh, right.
Legend nodded.
Back in his first year, he'd done night self-study too.
After it ended, he'd come home, shower, sit at the PC, and Myth's stream would just be on.
Nothing special about it.
Venting about school, watching her play games, typing in chat.
"Honestly, I never bought the high schooler thing."
These days, the average streaming debut age has plummeted, but back then, high schoolers streaming was just a fun school festival stunt at best.
Sure, a tiny handful might've stuck with it, but most quit quick.
"One day, while just streaming day-to-day and going to school, I stumbled on a video."
Myth played the video.
The spark that turned her fun little streams into a dream.
In the video, one VTuber was streaming hard.
The chat stirred at the appearance of a figure no VTuber fan could forget.
The first VTuber, now retired.
『Ai』
It was her video.
Even now, her top-tier avatar danced, greeted, sang, and chatted.
"Cool even today, right? Watching Senior Ai made me dream of becoming a VTuber. Pretty sure that was my first year of high school."
Next, Myth displayed the concept art and design draft for "Myth" on screen.
Ah, she still had that.
Legend remembered asking if she'd outsourced it after seeing it first.
The chat exploded again at Myth's design draft.
It looked simple, but the concept art and first draft of the current #1 VTuber were perfect fanbait.
"Even when I shared this, QWER was watching my stream. So I told him: The era of internet streaming is VTubers. Once I graduate, I'll get a killer avatar and re-debut as one."
There are times when dreaming alone makes your heart race.
Times when you're fretting over how to chase that dream, struggling, yet every step feels joyful.
"Of course, as a student, debuting right away was tough. Had to study for an uncertain future, squeeze in art academy, and secretly work part-time to save for the debut."
Dreaming of VTubing as a high schooler was brutal back then.
Not like now, where VTuber assets are everywhere online—you couldn't just drop 50,000 won for a basic avatar.
"Rags to riches type, huh."
"Hard to imagine for us, but still corporate."
"Eh, Mika's first-gen and from the bottom too."
"Not that bottom."
As the two VTubers empathized with Myth's hustle, the stream rolled on relentlessly.
"Streams got sporadic from the grind, short when they happened—barely qualifying as a streamer, more like hobbyist life."
And yet, one person kept showing up for me.
Every stream, without fail, like a ghost within minutes—you were there.
Myth aired old stream clips as evidence.
In the crappy audio that screamed low-budget, the sluggish pacing and sloppy pronunciation utterly unlike now, one lone chatter persisted.
How'd she even record that?
As Legend reminisced, watching Myth's stream, the communities were, predictably, in chaos.
"So I kept streaming, and before I knew it, I was in my senior year."
Time flew, landing in high school senior year.
Unable to juggle part-time jobs, streams, and studies, Myth chose a long hiatus.
A nearly 6-month mega-break, excused as "back after CSAT."
Myth scratched her cheek sheepishly at the chat response.
"Haha, felt bad for QWER though. He showed up every stream, then suddenly this huge hiatus."
Legend recalled that time too.
A bit empty at first, but then it freed him to focus purely on crafting "Myth," which was great.
If she'd kept streaming, he might not have kept pace.
"Who doesn't struggle with CSAT? Our country's education fever... everyone knows. Senior year was nonstop grind. Didn't forget secret part-times either."
Second Thursday of November.
Right after CSAT.
"CSAT was meh, ate dinner with parents since it was the day, then bolted to the PC the second I got home."
Still vividly etched in memory.
How much she'd agonized before hitting go live.
The anxiety that you might not show.
Those eternal seconds ticked by, then you appeared—pure joy, like I'd leap for real.
"Turned on stream after forever, and he joined in under a minute."
Myth pulled up the recording, as expected.
Paused for now.
She'd started recording every stream two months in, so that day's was still on her hard drive.
"Alright, let's watch that day's stream together real quick."
Click.
One mouse click, and memories from 7 years ago replayed.
"Ooh! What? QWER-nim, were you waiting for me?" "Whoa, honestly, it's been 6 months since I last streamed. Was sweating bullets thinking no one'd show today."
"Psh. I said I'd come."
"But I was different, right?"
"Oh, that?"
"No no, I will. But CSAT studying tanked my part-time gigs... couldn't save enough for commissions.
Ah, not asking for money?! That's not high-schooler cash! Once I'm in college, I'll grind harder and do it proper!"
"What, QWER-nim. Secretly rooting for my VTuber debut, huh."
"Sudden? Last time I suggested it, you said streamers and fans need boundaries."
"What reason? Anyway, sure. Wanted to anyway." "QWER-nim, this ain't some malware, right?"
"Ok ok, I trust you. Wonder what our QWER-nim prepped~."
Click.
Screen froze again, Myth smiling.
Chat was pandemonium.
Some had guessed it, others lagged behind.
Myth laughed at them, raising her hand.
Her 3D model rendered the motion—index finger pointing up.
"What do you think the gift was?"
Myth pointed at her own face.
Proud, confident, begging them to guess.
With the happiest smile in the world.
...Naturally, who knows how many times, but the chat erupted once more.