I Became a Chaos Specialist Streamer. Even in the Battlelands Gallery.
Lee Jua the streamer was starting to catch fire.
Lee Jua barely cracked her eyes open to the blaring phone alarm.
"Ugh... fuck...."
Her period was mostly over, but the foul, uncomfortable mood lingered. Whether it was the aftermath of her face getting exposed yesterday or the period itself, she couldn't tell.
Lee Jua scratched her messy hair and hauled herself out of bed.
Last night, that goddamn Pipi Playtime had shaved years off her life. Then her side profile caught on cam, accelerating the lifespan drain even more.
After a quick splash of water on her face and brushing her teeth, Lee Jua grabbed her phone and opened the Prism Studio app.
[Followers: 22,805]
"T-Ten thousand something?"
Just yesterday she'd been thrilled at hitting 5k. Overnight, it'd ballooned nearly 4x.
Lee Jua flopped back onto the bed.
The tough-guy female Lu Bu concept had sunk with her dolphin squeals during last night's scare-fest. Her no-cam superstar ambitions vanished too.
And when her side profile leaked, amid the viewer frenzy and messages from fellow streamers, she'd panicked like a total normie loser and bailed. That was after barely two hours of sponsor roulette games.
Her side profile pic was spreading like wildfire across the net in real time. That split-second slip had devoured eight years of hard-built "manual labor vet tough guy female Lu Bu" narrative in one gulp.
"In the end, it's all about the shell, huh...."
Not skill at games or sharp tongue. Just attention pouring in because she was a pretty girl. It was gnawing at Lee Jinsu's pride.
She stood and faced the mirror. Bedhead black hair all tousled. Eyes that mesmerized, delicate features. A face so perfect it'd forgive an actress getting slapped by a 747 round-trip.
"Pretty is pretty...."
Back when Jinsu only watched Battlelands streams, if a streamer like Lee Jua had existed... he probably wouldn't have agonized between Odin and her. Phone for Odin, PC for Jua, maybe.
Even Jinsu himself—now Jua—thought that. So it was only natural her stream was drawing eyes.
...Yeah, looks are a weapon too.
Even in Jinsu's laborer days, tall guys with good builds who could lift heavy got top pay. Gombang expert Jinsu earned double—triple—even compared to regular grunts.
That was the power of innate physical gifts. This supermodel shell Jinsu now had was the same—just another natural advantage.
"Fuck... but is this right?"
Her head got it, but her heart rebelled. Am I Lee Jua or Lee Jinsu? That question had hit the moment she woke up in this body.
Back then, Jinsu had accepted reality and vowed to forge his own essence however he damn well pleased.
But facing these strangers calling her 1-Tier girlcam, new gallery master, master—her painstakingly built identity shield crumbled like a house of cards.
Emptiness washed over her. In the labor world, sweat built honest muscle and pay. Cement sacks and bricks didn't lie.
But internet streaming was a freakshow. A pretty side profile outvalued precise callouts or godlike aim tracking by tens, hundreds of times.
She knew that was viewer desire, but the loss still stung. Game skill, laborer past, laborer wit—strip those, what's left of Jinsu? Nothing. Just Jua.
7 PM. Time for Lee Jua's stream.
Viewers were primed as usual.
Actually, not usual. Viewer count was incomparable now.
But at 7 sharp, her channel stayed offline.
No way. It can't be that scary thing.
They shoved away the ugly word "stream quitting." Just a delay for some reason.
5 minutes passed. 10.
Still offline.
7:30 PM. Galleries turned to chaos.
8 PM. Ripples hit streams of anyone even loosely connected to Lee Jua.
"How'm I supposed to call when I don't have her number?"
Odin checked Discord—Jua was offline.
"Discord's off too. She overdid it on the horror game yesterday. Even the short bit nearly burst my eardrums. Throat hurts and she's resting? Don't overreact."
Odin calmed viewers, but his eyes twitched faintly.
...Fuck, not actually quitting, right?
"No hyungs, I don't have Jua's number either... calm down everyone!"
Zeus was just as flustered by the sudden Jua fanswarm. Feared their madness might've driven her off for real.
Same time. Holed up in her room, Lee Jua hugged her knees on the floor.
Recording program open to test new gear, but it'd sat idle.
She buried her face in her knees.
Feeling like she couldn't exist as herself. Crushing humiliation hit.
...Quit streaming?
Yesterday's donations? Untallied, but total probably topped 10 mil won. Enough to scrape by and return to hard labor maybe.
But she shook her head slow. This frail fluffy body couldn't handle gombang, not even logistics sorting.
Then... turn on cam, play cute, milk the broth?
Just imagining made her skin crawl and stomach churn.
That'd be Jinsu's total death.
"Haa...."
Lee Jua sighed, eyes on desk. Shiny new monitor.
Even on a cheap 60Hz, she'd wowed Odin and Zeus. Viewers gasped, Jonghyun fainted, Panjeo and Teo shook at her physicality.
The rush of turning 5-Tier trash Yura into a real player. 8-year yarikiri vet Jinsu fused with Jua's body made it happen.
That was Jua's neural dev whatever aiding Jinsu too. Voice alone drew crowds—not exaggeration.
So wasn't that Jinsu? No, all Jinsu.
...Yeah, Jua or Jinsu, it's one and the same.
Her eyes sharpened gradually. Wandering mentality regrouped.
"Y'all dying to see my face? Tough shit, no show."
She shot up. No more pretense or fakery.
Up till now, social mask on. Now? War on viewers declared.
True stream concept locked in.
From now on, pure chaos streams. Hate it? Don't watch.
All that angst and philosophy boiled down to one weird resolve: go apeshit.
Become a chaos specialist streamer.
She tested the words aloud, shook her head. "Chaos specialist streamer" felt off.
Chaos-fuck specialist streamer.
Yeah, that hit right.