9. Clarification
Lying in bed, 24-year-old Homeprotector24—Kim Sanghun—swiped through the Prism streaming list with his thumb until a batshit crazy title made him freeze.
[TS'd but not streaming? You're a fucking retard.]
"...What the hell is this insane title?"
The thumbnail showed Battlelands in progress. Probably some netkama or a creepy dude with voice modulation. '...Or maybe another dullahan with a pretty voice.' He'd been burned before. Fallen for cute-sounding Vtubers only to get the red pill, or watched a "goddess" turn on her cam one day and shatter the illusion with unfiltered abyss. The internet streaming sea was full of bait for pure souls like Kim Sanghun.
This room was no different. If you swam in Prism, you'd bite at a title like that.
Kim Sanghun shook his head and scrolled through others, but nothing worth watching jumped out. Like a salmon swimming upstream, he ended up back at Lee Jua's room.
The title had changed.
[Battlelands Upper-Class Man's Lü Bu Meta: No Chicken, No Cam.]
He clicked in. Time to report the guy first if he was a dude, then curse him out and mock him good.
"...Already down to three survivors? Smells like chicken? No-cam confirmed? Shop's closed for the day?"
The voice that hit Kim Sanghun's ears the moment he entered wasn't just beautiful—it defied description. He nearly dropped his smartphone. No filter or modulator could fake it; it tickled every eardrum cell and brain neuron in unreal perfection.
"...What the fuck is this?"
Sanghun sat up straight and gripped his phone tighter. Angel? Fairy? No words sufficed. He scrambled for nearby earbuds scattered on the bed. Too precious for phone speakers.
On screen, the character "Nogada-san" belly-crawled through bushes like a snake.
"Alright, bros, 11 o'clock behind that rock—one guy. One behind the tree on the right. Positions blown? Total yarikiri vibes?"
> [Odin6Din7Din8Din's M416 has killed Newbie Ecosystem Apex Predator.]
"Argh! Stealing my snack?!"
Nogada-san jumped up and pulled a grenade. Pulled the pin.
"Go, cement sacks!"
She lobbed it into the air. Perfect arc—landed right at the bandaged enemy's feet behind the rock.
Boom—!
> [Nogada-san's grenade has killed Odin6Din7Din8Din.]
> [Victory! Dinner's chicken tonight!]
"Alright, bros, chicken secured? No cam as promised. Can't afford one. Used my logistics paycheck this morning just for the mic."
Sanghun stared blankly at the screen. Battlelands skills? Didn't catch it all, but that grenade and her movement finesse? Top-tier girl streamer material easy.
Mouth? Didn't hear everything, but "Go, cement sacks!" confirmed she was unhinged—and that's what made it fun. With that voice, even lunatic ramblings would slay.
Looks? No cam, but this voice? Goddess guaranteed.
Burned too many times, Sanghun's instincts were sharp. And they screamed: not like those PC bang queen-bee wannabes—unwashed hair, filthy, surrounded by empty bowls, belly-scratching. Lee Jua's voice wasn't fake-cute nasal bullshit or baby regression aegyo or apocalypse BJ grit. Pure heavenly timbre.
But out poured dust-and-dirt construction slang. Raw vocab from an angel's lips—stimulation unlike any in his Prism life.
Sure, tough-girl concepts or shameless dirty-talkers existed. Tomboy streamers too. But Jua's texture was unique.
"Hold off prep—let's crack some dried squid first? Got nogada or logistics questions? Fire away. Hobby's gombang, specialty yarikiri. Grew up on site boss's love. Logistics too—unloading master. Incoming trucks shook just seeing me unload 'em clean."
'...Sounds just like a dude.'
Sanghun decided: make his name known. Easy with girl streamers—massive dono or massive trolling. He picked the latter.
"Uh... Homeprotector24 asks if I know Gunner Inventory Chief rank... Exempted. Orphan."
"No need to get quiet, folks. Being an orphan ain't a crime. Legit exemption from the state. Or what, bros discriminating against orphans?"
Jua taunted the sobered chat. Voice like pristine water from the Milky Way, words like "you fucking orphan discriminators?"
Sanghun giggled, staring holes through the monitor. His Gunner Chief troll ignited the chat. Sure, only 9 viewers—weak firepower vs. others. But that's why it ruled. She'd read every word he typed.
Yet anxiety crept in. Bottom-barrel viewers for a bottom-tier hack. She'd quit thinking "streaming ain't for me."
His private streamer was fine, but if she dipped for real life, who'd soothe his chill?
Sanghun fired up his PC and hit the Girl Streamer Gallery.
Author: Homeprotector24
Claims TS'd hack, but content? IDK? Eating chicken after Battlelands win, cracking squid. Voice alone will make you nut—heads up.
Replies poured in instantly, but vibes sucked. No clear hook, and "Homeprotector" rep tanked.
Not good enough. He hit Battlelands Gallery too.
Results? Instant.
> [Viewers: 11]
> [Viewers: 15]
> [Viewers: 21]
"Huh...? Wha? Why the sudden influx?"
Until moments ago, Jua had been cocky ranting about orphan discrimination to 9 viewers. Now her heavenly voice cracked with nerves—hitting Sanghun's protector instincts hard.
Felt bad trolling his voice-crush streamer, but necessary to keep hearing her.
Viewers exploded. Chat overflowed, unreadable.
"Wait, hold up—hacks? I don't even know how..."
Panicked. Injustice burned her throat. No clue how to defend. Cold sweat down her spine. Heart racing wild. Brain froze. Fingers shook. Worse than that time framed for stealing materials on site.
'...All 'cause this frail body's weak.'
What to say? What'd convince them? Forgot to chat, brain churning. Finally, resolve hit.
She spoke firmly: "...I'll buy a cam. Hand cam enough? But hackers fund it."
No cash, so pay up. Then hand cam vindication.
Saying it aloud? Golden chance to cam-shop on viewer dime.