Chapter 77
For a while, the community had been ablaze with debates over whether Yu Eunha was truly that strong. But once the teaser for the first episode of The Demon King's Life dropped, it ignited even further.
"Hmm, still some folks who can't believe it."
Hajieun checked the community's reactions as she prepped her stream. After a quick touch-up at the vanity and popping in her lenses, she had a face good enough to pass as bare-faced for the camera.
"Phew... Looks like today's simultaneous watch party is gonna be packed."
It was a collab stream to watch EBC's documentary together. They couldn't legally broadcast the footage itself without permission, but the idea was to chat and react while viewing.
"With all this hype, everyone's gonna show up."
The teaser was barely a minute and a half long. Even Hajieun, who'd once glimpsed Yu Eunha training with another mage, had been shocked—so she could only imagine how the general public felt.
With prep done, Hajieun dropped the ready screen. The live stream began.
"Hey everyone~! Hajieun here! Whoa, already over 2,000 waiting?"
The chat exploded in response.
"Okay, okay, don't I know our owner best?"
Hajieun pulled up the teaser as she spoke. "From my perspective—and I'm pretty sure I know Eunha-owner inside out—this is 100% real. No staging at all."
The chat burst into disbelieving laughter.
"You guys are the ones who don't get it. Think about it—Monica's always specialized in survival magic, right? Top-tier healer. That's why she can push the training so hard."
Hajieun recalled Yu Eunha shattering the training ground in a frenzy long ago. "Remember that training clip I showed before? It's like that. Just this time, our Eunha's the one taking hits."
As the chat wavered under Hajieun's words, EBC's documentary The Demon King's Life kicked off.
The Demon King's Life opened, as expected, with that teaser training scene.
"Director? Do we really need a high-level barrier like this?"
"...If you don't want it, we can drop it. But you'll have to sign a life waiver."
"Ah, towers always set up those barriers for promo stunts with mages, right?"
Everyone chuckled along as they watched—until the whistle blew.
Beeeep!
The training erupted in a BOOM! that left everyone stunned.
The first spell was a 5-level high-tier one.
"Huh?"
5-level Projection
Abyssal Lance
The disbelieving reactions faded as the brutal fight unfolded. It was intense and dangerous, but Monica wasn't tormenting Yu Eunha. She was honing real combat instincts, correcting flaws on the spot. It was teaching, plain and simple—just at an Olympia-level unfit for a 7-year-old.
The grueling session ended only when the bracelet on Yu Eunha's wrist beeped a warning. Hajieun finally exhaled, letting out a short gasp.
"Whoa..."
Goosebumps prickled her skin. "Incredible. Both Monica giving those lessons and Eunha keeping up..."
As Hajieun marveled, the screen shifted to Monica's interview.
"Our little one's something else, right?"
Monica smiled warmly, detailing the training regimen, current workload, and future vision.
Viewers began to grasp why Yu Eunha carried such unshakable confidence.
"Right? How does she train that hard? I was dreading turning on stream today and staring at my vanity."
Monica's interview wrapped, transitioning to Yu Eunha's. The Demon King munched a donut from her Sugar Powder ad, unashamed of her sweat-matted hair and bruised cheek.
"Why train so hard?"
Yu Eunha chewed thoughtfully, then spoke plainly.
"A mage's life has an expiration date."
"Pardon?"
"You know it—a mage rarely sees sixty. So..."
She smiled bitterly.
"If you don't give your all every day, won't the heights you reach be that much lower?"
Her words forced an uncomfortable truth: Mages burned their lives defending humanity. Their peaceful days came at the cost of those sacrificing years to monsters from the Abyss. And now, we trained children for that burden.
The unflinching reality poured from the Demon King's mouth. Even the PD seemed awkward, tossing a light question.
"Isn't this enough? No one would complain if you slacked a bit."
"Does peace come if you give up and rest?"
"......"
"No. More anxiety and sorrow arrive. Every night, you face what you failed to protect."
Her interview evoked a battlefield soldier, not a 7-year-old girl.
"That's why I do it. Every day. No complaints."
"But you could have fun or other joys."
"I've long accepted this as my karma, PD. Now it's my world, my joy."
The screen faded on Yu Eunha heading back to train. Hajieun clasped her hands tight.
She wasn't pitiable—not some clueless kid chasing praise, nor a pro chasing glory. When fate demanded someone step up, Yu Eunha had volunteered.
In her, Hajieun saw Sisyphus, eternally pushing his boulder—yet claiming it joy. A clear victor.
First thought watching that proud back: 'Gotta bake a ton of fruitcake.'
As the docu played on, her phone rang. Ding-dong, ding-dong.
"Ah! Sorry! One sec?"
Her voice trembled with emotion. The chat piled on the teasing.
She knelt to answer, muting the mic—but her actions were crystal clear on stream.
Cold sweat beaded on Hajieun's brow as she blinked. They'd caught on that it was Yu Eunha calling.
"Y-yes! I'm live right now. Yes, Eunha-nim."
Yu Eunha chuckled dryly. [So, will you do it? They're filming my daily life, but I haven't a clue what'd be fun. Lend me your aid.]
"O-of course! Owner— I mean, Eunha-nim!"
[......?]
A brief silence, then Yu Eunha giggled playfully. [Very well. Come to my place tomorrow. My favored Hajieun.]
"Yes! Um... should I bake fruitcake?"
Yu Eunha paused. [......]
"I'll sneak it in."
[See you then.]
"So, will you do it? They're filming my daily life, but I haven't a clue what'd be fun. Lend me your aid."
"O-of course! Owner—I mean, Eunha-nim."
"......?"
"Very well. Come to my place tomorrow. My favored Hajieun."
"Yes! Um... should I bake fruitcake?"
"......"
"I'll sneak it in."
"See you then."
Sensing the brightening in Yu Eunha's voice, Hajieun hung up. 'The Demon King's daily life...'
Recalling that disastrous donut ad, she grinned. Hundreds of poses she wanted her to strike flashed by.