Chapter 187 - Penance Broadcast and Correction Report
Correction broadcasts. Righting erroneous reports. According to the Korean Journalists Association's code of ethics, reporters must candidly acknowledge mistakes and swiftly correct them. But was it ever that simple? The media rarely admitted facts requiring corrections. The moment they issued false information, they lost credibility as journalists. So corrections were always handled quietly in some obscure corner, away from prying eyes. Vile? Who'd dare throw stones? Then they'd just report it even more discreetly.
But QBS was different. Wednesday night, 11:50 PM. Newsroom reporters pulling rotating overtime shifts in case of last-minute top-story changes. Now, fire was scorching their feet.
"Chief...!"
"Reporter Jang...!"
"Chief!"
"Reporter Jang! Issue the correction immediately and slam out an exclusive follow-up right alongside it!"
"Yes, sir!"
The lifeblood of news articles wasn't accuracy or buzz—it was speed. Holes in the info could be patched with follow-ups later. First priority: slap that 'exclusive' label on top. And QBS could execute this faster than anyone.
[Regarding: <14-Year-Old Genius Streamer 'NoName' Solves 300-Year Mathematical Conundrum—Who Is She?>]
[This station reported on the May 24, 2051, QBS News TokTok program that Twitch streamer NoName, at age 14, dropped out of the academy and proved the conundrum. However, we have confirmed that NoName never dropped out of the academy, and her actual age is 7 years old. We hereby correct this.]
The midnight news special bulletin kicked off with this bombshell correction. A smile bloomed on the newsroom chief's face.
"Perfect!"
Writing articles took time; fixing them was comparatively easy. Now, whenever people searched for NoName, this would top the results thanks to algorithms. Corrections counted as 'articles' too, after all. It was like buying stock without knowing insiders were pumping it—hitting a 30% limit-up the next day. Covering NoName once was pure luck for QBS.
But no time to rest. The urgent fire was out; now they needed real scoops.
"Right, she attends Seferon Academy...!"
Someone shouted it—NoName's school.
"But we don't have a hotline there."
The chief shook his head. Seferon Academy was backed by an American foundation. Even in the 21st century, its grounds enjoyed extraterritoriality. They guarded student privacy fiercer than the National Intelligence Service—major outlets struggled to get quality info otherwise. When brains fell short, legs had to hustle. No connections? Hit the pavement.
"Reporter Jang, go dig it up."
Hello, NoName. This is Reporter Jang Sung-moon from QBS newsroom.
We can't fully grasp the anguish you've endured.
QBS vows to lead in uncovering the truth behi—
-Gasp!
-Gasp...
-Can't you read the notice?
-Bye Felicia
-Rot in hell, you trash journalists!
"I told you I wouldn't engage in any public activities. Please leave quietly."
'QBS Official' has been kicked.
"Ah...! Wasn't I supposed to ban them?"
Kariri whipped her head around, staring at me wide-eyed. Her face overlapped with Adella's after some mischief.
"Nah. Their fault for not reading the notice properly."
"Why's the viewer count spiking all of a sudden? Midnight blues? Anyway, one more time: questions prying into Nami's personal info = instant ban. No talking at all! If you don't know, just spam 'fr lol'!"
Sia laid down the law to the audience.
-Just freeze chat entirely
-No ice age...!
The tournament ran late, and though it was a collab stream, I hadn't planned to drag it out. Still, folks feared I'd go dark for a while—six figures piled into our stream alone.
"When did I say I'd quit streaming? I said I'd stay quiet till I get answers."
-Nooo T_T please don't go T_T
-At least keep streaming T_T
-Life without NoName is hell...
"Sentences getting shorter again? Anyway, next. Anything else? If not, I'll dig it up myself."
Reporter Jang's intrusion had derailed the penance stream. Flow was everything. Resigned, I dropped the nuke.
"Anyone caught spilling = 10x donation or no mercy."
-Spot-check and crush 'em
Still nothing. Skeptical vibes.
"Kariri, check 'FarmMoonSpirit6974'?"
Nickname screamed troll.
-10x = ₩1M lmao
-Better than lawsuit lmao
Wait, NoName! I really messed up, give me one chance...!
Charging more now, pls wait!
-Let's gooo~ Let's gooo~
-Finally some spicy chat?
-Lawsuit ending too good lmao
The hour-long penance broadcast had been a roaring success so far. What was penance? In the old Holy Kingdom, believers confessed sins to priests beforehand for leniency. Long corrupted into a noble privilege, but the intent was noble. So, self-confessed sinners got forgiveness based on sin severity and donation size.
Over time, my verdicts and crowd wisdom leaked penance rates underground.
-??????????????????
"If it was you, crawl out quick. Didn't Nami sue trolls last time?!"
"Yeah! Unlike Kariri, Nami's dangerous! She's 7! Child laws have levels!"
Tonight's donations: all to local child welfare. Pre-announced. My forgiveness eased consciences, donations helped—win-win content. Only streamer caring for viewers' mental health.
Avoid awkward future vibes over my age? Consideration.
Started lighthearted, but...
Priest, I badmouthed you before. Counted: about right...
Please use for good causes...
Kariri and jury Sia dove into verification.
"This psycho...! Only knows 'farm' spam?!"
"Total... cosmic horror...! How 148 'farms' in a month?!"
-148 not even 10 lmao
-Lmao burst out loud
-Wa actual psycho lmao
"..."
"Nami? You okay?"
"Ah...! Nearly blacked out, but fine..."
"Waaah! Don't faint here! Collab implodes!"
I thought I'd be fine. Super magnanimous, right? But as ₩1M, ₩2M piled up, my sanity frayed.
Priest, I once asked your panty color. Forgive me...
I'll reform and live right. Promise.
"Wha...?"
Such chat existed? From here, ₩10k panties confessions exploded. O-fan-moo?
"O-fan-moo what?"
"Ahahaha... yeah what even is o-fan-moo ahaha... Kariri knows nothing~"
-All Kariri's fault!
-Fr Kariri spread Twitch underbelly
-Underbelly stay underbelly
"Why blame me?! Anyway, Nami doesn't need to know! See only the world's bright side! And o-fan-moo now ₩20k!"
-KaririKnight T_T
-Chat was filthy af
-Mostly moon-o-ah spam
Back when climbing LoL Master took a week's grind for ₩500k... This insane sum in an hour. Not all penance—heartfelt long messages too.
Hi NoName, maybe my first donation/chat. Lost two kids and wife in Banghwa Bridge disaster. Been watching since last year.
Confession: your avatar reminded me of my angel kids.
Can't believe 7yo haha... Imagining your hardships...
Wish you all success. Fans like me cheering quietly—stay strong.
Usually raging at long donos, viewers stayed silent till TTS finished. Heaven-hell rollercoaster stream rolled on.
Back to now.
"So FarmMoonSpirit, what're you hiding?"
Latest comments scrolled up. Normal chats kept coming.
"Pretty normal...?"
-Why suspect?
-Scroll more
-No way
-That psycho nick posting normie chat?
'FarmMoonSpirit6974' has been kicked.
"Ah, auto-kicked...!"
"Sia, why boot 'em outright?"
"Fine whatever! Add to lawsuit list!"
"Wait, lawsuit over this...? Seemed innocent? Lemme see."
"No!"
Sia blocked the screen, arms outstretched.
"Forgive anything but bestiality freaks."
Jury's verdict: one more to the whitelist (lawsuit).
Something huge happened today, yet my room was dead silent. Professor Cheon tucked me in with a warm goodnight. I burrowed under the covers, deep in thought.
Would the world change? Had I changed?
First: questioning my actions so far. Second: about this persistent self.
Selves that should've died long ago merged seamlessly. No more dissonance. Just peaceful certainty: this was me.
Change from me alone, or bonds this life? Worth pondering.
Screw it, too sleepy—grabbed phone under covers for missed thing.