How Old Do I Look?
NoName's bath stream came to an end along with the phone call, but the viewers showed no signs of letting go of the age bait that had surfaced. Since NoName hadn't confirmed or denied the Wearsoft executive's words either way, the debate kept snowballing.
└ That wasn't the tone of a mix-up? Anyone could tell it wasn't.
└ Next it'll be elementary kid lolol
└ Proxy's nonsense, but account theft possible
└ Logs in with biometrics—if theft real, capsule company's toast next week yeah
└ Total Thanos lololol
Cheat for bad reasons? Maybe hacks?
└ Hacks lol VR ain't PC games. Even GMs can't hack open world.
The real time bomb fell on Wearsoft. What could've been brushed off as a 'happening' turned into a stock plunge crisis thanks to the exec's careless 'advice,' ballooning out of control. HQ lights flashed red. Fail to contain it now, and they'd lose shareholder and public trust alike. Especially critical with massive bonds for new game launch and sub-IPO plans—fail to recover stock to target, long-term goals crumble from the start.
The confessor exec was sidelined immediately, and his team scrambled solutions to get a negotiation seat with NoName.
And the day of the final boss battle arrived swiftly.
World of Arceria – Ending
Stream Time - 0:03:29
Viewers – 4,957
It was late Sunday evening, capping the week. No one expected NoName to post a stream notice. Viewers spiked instantly upon start, leaving even them stunned. But the camera showed only the private room—no classic tunes NoName favored, no Kariri songs blasting at open. The disconnect bred unease, spilling into chat—until all five managers appeared, quelling it one by one. They'd anticipated the age storm and geared to shield her from the harpoons.
Private room lights on, illuminating familiar furniture. A shadow climbed the wall. Footsteps followed; the figure in the armchair turned the camera, smiling innocently.
"Hi."
The high-pitched tone—unlike NoName's deliberate low register—rattled chat like playground kids yelling. But soon, post-setup, she reverted to calm.
"No idea how many days I've sunk into this 6-hour recommended playtime mode."
Sighs of agreement flooded. Some new viewers itched for her to rush the story and spin multis. Perfect 10/10/10 substats. Combat formula murky—additive or multiplicative?—but estimated 120k-150k power. In normal queues, allies bronze, foes diamond MMR nightmare.
But chat veered to age.
└ Hack noobs gtfo Magic's academic—feels vary wildly per person, so reactions all over.
"Learned ages ago."
└ Could be last month
└ 10 = no love
└ Real dangerous guy lol
"Ah, age. How old do I look to you guys?"
20?
Still looks 20s teacher
└ 20s sayer trait: Thinks 30s but nice rounding down
└ How'd you know
40 = ban?
— (Chat Blocked)
└ whoa whoa whoa whoa
└ Not 10min ban—30min lolololol
└ Think before typing lolol
Even fleeting chats caught NoName's eye, doled bans. Once raised, age bait snowballed downhill. Internet stream nature. Viewers' antics killed any reveal urge; her hand slid to freeze chat.
Clear with Adella / Prize 1,000,000 won
Chaos quelled by NyangsterCall's mission donation. Her clear declaration restarted his heart—and wallet. Crowd momentum stacked the pot.
Unstopped, it'd skyrocket. Daesal whispered pre-close: plan with Adella confirmed Mephistopheles sacrifice? Open world—no dupes. ASI staff unanimous: if 'break' on Adella, no fix per Wearsoft.
NoName rose slowly, pressed world tree icon firmly. Fading to light particles.
Enter World of Arceria?
Stream ongoing 0:10:18. Continue?
May the world tree's blessing be upon you.
Calm, composed, she bid viewers farewell.
"I'm handing my body to Adella."