Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Hello, This is Legend. Ah, My Name? (6)
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"It's already out there, so let's just call him by name from now on. Come on, everyone, say hi. This is my boyfriend, Legend. Last name Jeon, first name Seol."
"Hello, this is Legend. Uh, my name."
A minor(?) incident later, the chat reactions weren't so bad, thankfully.
Everyone was just enjoying the fresh development, and the viewers' responses were surprisingly friendly.
I started to move my lips to respond to the chat somehow, but I still lacked the courage.
Ugh... I want to get used to this fast, but it was too much to adjust right away.
"Okay, don't tease the newbie too much on his first stream. Let's get to it, Myth."
"Oh, right. Everyone's probably guessed the point of this stream already, yeah?"
Yeona-noona beckoned to me.
It was my stream, so she meant for me to handle the controls myself.
I grabbed the mouse and brought up a window on screen.
A garish screen featured a blue otter, a inexplicably twerking dog, and a photo of a person. It looked messy at first glance, but that was all intentional.
Myth and Yeona-noona had said that for big topics, a lighthearted PPT makes it feel casual and approachable.
Honestly, I wondered if that was true, but with their combined 6 million—no, nearly 7 million subscribers, if they said so, it must be right.
"I'm sure everyone's been wondering about Seol's super-fast work speed."
"Well, you'll see for yourselves. Alright, Seol, it's your stream—time for you to take the wheel."
"...Got it."
Hoooo...
A long, drawn-out sigh. Yeona-noona had said streamers don't sigh on air unless it's intentional, but how could I hold it back?
"I figure explaining with words would take longer than just showing you directly, viewers."
Myth and Yeona-noona bantered casually in informal speech to set a relaxed vibe, but that was still beyond me.
"So, to start, I'll make a simple avatar live right now—well, specifically Myth's outfit—to clear things up a bit."
"Hey now, Legend bro. Not 'clear things up'—say 'resolve your curiosity.' 'Clearing up' is for when you've done something wrong."
"Ah, right. I'll do my best to resolve your curiosities to some extent?"
"...No, that's way too stiff."
"Anyway. I'm gonna try making a rough avatar—or exactly, one of Myth's outfits—in an hour. Any suggestions?"
The chat flooded with question marks.
Making an avatar outfit in an hour wasn't exactly normal, after all.
I didn't know other creators' times, but per Sua-ssi, it took days to months.
"How about a simple t-shirt? That should take an hour, right?"
"Seol could do that in under 10 minutes. Something more complex should be fine."
Impatient bunch. Just wait and watch—it'd all make sense. I ignored the chat.
"Last Christmas mummy outfit took 12 hours, so rough versions should fit in an hour."
"Spring's coming, so light sundress?"
"...Yeah, that should take an hour. Any color preference?"
"Nah, ask the viewers, not me."
A flood of colors poured into chat. I picked a fitting one.
Sundress? White, obviously.
"...I, uh, can't talk much when I'm focused."
"I know, Myth told me. That's why I'm here—don't worry, just focus."
Phew.
Color and direction set.
All that was left was to let my hands fly.
I opened the avatar tool. Different program from seven years ago, but seeing those clay-like polygons still soothed my heart.
'Ah, this is fun.'
Joy surged before I even started.
The doc called my ability a byproduct of anxiety—is that really true?
A fleeting doubt, but the moment wouldn't let me dwell.
Lips curved up, eyes sharpened.
"Eut."
Myth sounded startled. Something wrong?
Worried, but work first.
I closed and opened my eyes.
World sounds faded, heart calmed astonishingly.
Mouse clicked snugly into hand—I dove into crafting Myth's new outfit.
'Even for an hour-long demo, I don't wanna half-ass it.'
Time to get serious.
I refused to slap a sack over 'Myth.'
With resolve, the mouse raced across the desk.
Not soft swish swish, but a machine-gun papapapapap.
The mouse dashed like machinery, not human hand.
Eyes never left the screen, not for a second.
Legend handled the blindingly fast mouse like a ghost, rapidly shaping the sundress.
The impossible speed shocked chat; some swore and got censored.
Even as they typed, a glance away and the work leaped stages.
Everyone was awestruck, even if they weren't 3D experts—this speed, focus, pace was unreal.
"Guys, this ain't normal, right?"
Yeona, seeing Legend work for the first time, asked chat.
Answers flooded, but boiled down to two letters.
Yeah, no kidding.
How could a human work this insanely?
30 minutes flew by; Yeona and viewers were mesmerized by Legend's craft.
Blink—sundress outline done.
Blink—patterns etched in.
Blink—textures shimmering.
'Oops, can't zone out like this.'
She was here to help the stream, but got lost watching.
30 minutes of dead air from the host? Streamer fail.
She glared at chat: viewers steady... slightly up, but quiet.
They too were entranced by the divine skill.
No issue if left alone, but stream on.
Wake viewers or poke Myth?
'Myth it is.'
Easier target.
Myth stared silently at the monitor, at Legend.
Why so quiet?
"Hey, Myth."
"... "
"Myth?"
"... "
What, no reply?
Yeona glanced at Legend—still maniacally flying the mouse.
Loud voice wouldn't break that focus.
"Hey! Myth!"
"Y-Yes?!"
"What're you doing, so zoned in? Not slacking, right?"
"No, it's just..."
Oh no.
Yeona sensed it instinctively.
The next line would hit that feeling she got daily from these two idiots.
No coping possible, though.
"Isn't Seol's focus just so cool?"
Yeah, knew it'd be something like that.
"...Whatever. I'm done reacting."
Yeona melted into her seat right there.
Till stream's end.