Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Until Debut
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I'd reached Challenger, but that didn't mean I'd coldly quit streaming.
"Long time no see."
Anyway, all the ST contract stuff was wrapped up now, so there was no need to hold back on stream about anything that shouldn't be revealed yet.
"Feel free to ask me anything today."
"Everyone, you have to read the context to be human. Got it?"
I already knew what kind of chats would spam out, so I quickly cleaned up the chat window.
Maybe my instincts had sharpened lately, but spotting the weirdos in the flying chat was easier than before.
"I'll only take questions via donations."
Well, no helping it.
The bare minimum measure for a normal Q&A.
With the chat calming down, questions started flooding in.
"Proud? Yeah, I've met him."
"Everyone treated me so well, I didn't even have time to be nervous."
And honestly, it felt like coming home, so nothing was hard.
At the viewers' protests that weren't protests, I pretended to give in and opened a browser tab.
"Yeah, I'm a virgin."
Whether past life or this one, as a pro gamer glued to games, I didn't have time for hobbies alone, let alone meeting people.
My schedule was already worlds apart from normal folks, and above all, LOC was always my top priority.
Man, after so long away, the viewers seemed a bit unhinged.
"Keep it up and I'll see how many show for my ST3 debut."
My average viewers were around 2,000 now.
Grand League and Master League were held in venues holding just over 500—all neutral seats—so with these gremlin viewers' obsession, seats would run out.
Anyway, chatting away with viewers, I easily found the video.
ST's new thumbnail had my face plastered huge.
"No way!"
No, they did use the made-up photo, but everything else was weird.
Must be desperate for views with Proud's renewal season coming.
"I said ask anything, not that I'd watch it."
"Then no teasing no matter what scene?"
I trusted these untrustworthy people and clicked the video.
The editors didn't need my permission anyway, and I was curious too.
First scene: me entering ST office and signing.
"That's staged. Signing was done before filming."
Lightly crushed the viewers' innocence and moved on.
Next: not real footage, but my play highlights.
Specifically, a mad movie.
"Hard to find that footage, editors worked hard."
Viewers seemed nostalgic and satisfied.
"Tch... Maybe start my official YouTube later."
Once I'm solid on the team, I'll suggest it.
Anyway, post-mad movie scenes flowed smoothly.
Makeup scene, concept shots, player reg photos got them hyped, but pale compared to next.
"I already beat Plook mid. I don't play weaker guys."
Some stir, but I didn't overreact.
Video glossed over it too, and next scene's impact dwarfed personal relations.
With early viewers' chat exploding, a familiar face appeared on my screen.
"Cut the bullshit and watch the video."
Show some temper once, they listen nice—convenient.
Video continued.
Short interview, Proud shoutout for me.
Highlight: our 1v1 footage.
"Challenger or below, shut up?"
One word, chat froze.
Not that they listened, I froze it manually.
Challenger or Bronze, obey me.
Even most Challengers lose concept fights to me—my word is law.
"Gonna explain video details now, no weird noise?"
No reply, of course.
I paused, then unfroze chat.
"Don't pretend you get laning, watch from here."
I commentated every moment for over 30 minutes.
Didn't stop, of course.
As agro-pulled viewers dwindled to just solo queue diehards, I wrapped up.
"Here at end, Proud sudden engage, mutual flash. My non-FPV reaction slower, wasted skill, died."
Video neared end, closed with Proud and Coach An Jae-hoon's encouraging cheers.
And at the very end:
My debut date.
"Don't forget you all promised to come?"
I'll deliver plays to ignite cheers—as long as the crowd screams them.