Seola's Voice Goes Viral
Sharing the "Seola That Voice" file. A day has passed since I snatched victory from Kang Manbok. Today, I decided not to log into the game. Missing out on daily quests is a gut-wrenching loss for any gamer, but I had my reasons for staying offline.
The aggro was way too intense. Lodewor Gallery too.
Football Korea too.
Lodewor Archive Channel too.
GamerzCom boards too.
Leruweb too.
Every community was rolling with the bait about my moan... no, my voice incident, so how could I even turn on a stream? ...I'm not streaming until this blows over. I can't. Forget the embarrassment—I'm dying of injustice here. Seeing people who know jack about Berserkers calling me a pervert, in heat, a masochist, and just straight-up hating fills me with rage. Of course, I know it's all my own fault. Logically, if an internet streamer makes an embarrassing noise due to unavoidable circumstances, people should protect them—that's basic human decency. But apparently, I don't get treated like a person with dignity. My usual image is such a mess that folks probably think, "That bitch deserves all the hate," and bash away guilt-free. Like how no one hates a movie for showing Nazis getting massacred by the SS. It's uncomfortable? Nah, it's pure catharsis. Anyway, even if I'm taking pure hate, I at least want it to be based on facts. For the sake of my innocence, the Lodewor Berserker Gallery must be revived. If the gallery lives, Berserkers live. Once people understand the class mechanics and realize how broken Rage is, my innocence will be proven.
But. How the hell do I revive the Berserker Gallery?
"…"
No clue. No matter how I rack my brain, nothing comes up. Sell some pro-Berserker drugs? As if—the people who popped the red pill and ran would buy that. Spam some braindead shitposts? It's the same now. Every 10 minutes, crap like "lol) Charging at May Eyena" pops up. Oh, FYI, "May Eyena" is the Berserker trainer NPC. A 39-year-old spinster with a killer concept.
Yeah, with shit like Seola Eyena memes flooding in, this is the poster child for a dead gallery. I'm starting to doubt if I can really revive the Berserker Gallery.
Then, one post caught my eye.
True to a dead gallery, it's getting spammed that a streamer turned on broadcast. Anyway, Kang Manbok's streaming? Now I'm curious too. Wonder how the replies are holding up. I put the gallery revival project on hold, ordered some booze for a casual watch of Kang Manbok's stream. With chicken, of course. Back in the day, I'd have slurped cup ramen while watching like a broke loser. But now I'm making bank from streams—time to treat myself proper. I coolly ordered a whole chicken, then headed out for beer.
More than Seola expected, the Seola moan incident caused massive ripples. Bluntly put, more people fixated on her voice than the win/loss against Kang Manbok. Even non-Lodewor players instantly knew what "that moan" meant—her steamy voice had gone pretty damn viral.
Part-time convenience store night clerk Jang Jinho was one who'd heard Seola's "that moan." He wasn't even a Lodewor player, but he knew it—and had it saved on his phone. Why save it instead of hunting it down on communities whenever? Community trolls baiting hooks.
Jang Jinho got PTSD after that. 'Agh, that filthy bastard... still haunts me.' To cleanse the dude-moan rattling his brain, he habitually played "Seola's that moan" again today.
Hngh... Hek haaaaaang...
'Holy fuck... yeah, this is the right moan.'
Sound's quieter today. He cranked the volume to max. He didn't know the woman's identity in the file, but some auto-image popped in his head. Gotta be pink hair. Tits at least H-cup, sharp glaring eyes, slutty face, single, high sex drive, loves skinship. Jang Jinho dove into otaku delusions.
Then. A customer entered the store. He panicked but played it cool.
"Welcome."
"…"
Earphones on, so no way they heard. The customer approached the counter.
"…"
"…"
What the. Did his fantasy girl manifest IRL? He was rude. Forgot he was a clerk and just gawked up and down. Whoa. Insanely impressive, never-seen-that-size massive midsection.
Hngh... Hek haaaaaang...
The owner of "that moan" snapped him out of it. Fuck, loop was on.
"C-cash, please!"
He rang her up frantically but felt off. Yeah, I messed up, but... why just stand there silently instead of saying "check out please" or "excuse me"?
"Here you go."
"…"
"H-have a safe trip!"
Ding, she left with the bell. He sighed in relief. Lucky she was nice—could've been sexual harassment report, no defense. If not for the looped moan snapping him awake, he'd have been lost. That customer had a devastating look and destructive tit size.
Hngh... Hek haaaaaang...
Agh, enough. More and I'll brain-break. He lowered the phone volume.
"...Huh."
Then panicked. Volume indicator. Not on earphones—speakers. Everyone's done it: think music's in earphones, but it's blasting speakers, total shame. Noise cancel made him think it was earphones. Earphones dead. Battery zero.
Jang Jinho thought: 'Ah. Wanna jump out a window.'
He wanted to die with his dead earphones. But store was first floor, no windows. Soon after, oppressed by the thought of running into her again, he quit the job.
Sigh. End times, end times. Korea's Confucian values? Ancient history now. At a convenience store, no less. A clerk at the counter openly watching porn—what's a customer like me supposed to do? Psycho. And why stare at my face like that during checkout? No clue. Already bad with words, I nearly died of shame. Sounded pretty hardcore too, moans super explicit. Old me might've joked "Share the code?" but now? Six months porn-free.
Hmm. That moan... kinda familiar but not? Breathing, tone, rhythm felt known.
"…"
Wait. Fuck, no way.
Nah? Gotta be nah, right? Nah.
I shook my head, shoving away the uneasy thought. Just assume the clerk was watching porn. Makes it easier for me.