The Devil of Lawsuits Makes Landfall

The entertainment industry is, at its core, a gathering of countless perverts and lunatics. And the weapon I chose to survive in that madhouse was the law itself.

"...Nah, it's nothing. Just saying."

Anyway, back to the main topic. The reason the Bankruptcy Heaven server was blowing up was simple. Bugs involving the casino odds, and the complete lack of compensation that followed. But Angel didn't have the authority to fix anything. The developers who did have that power had gone radio silent and were ignoring every message.

Then Latte-noona turned to me and said,

"What choice do we have? Misleading people to embezzle contract money is a serious crime. Right, Angel-nim?"

"W-well... that's true, but..."

The viewers' reactions kept pouring in, each one more shocked than the last. The people gathered in the square weren't reacting much differently.

"Uhh... uhhhhh..."

"Your Honor, I didn't do anything!"

"You know how much I respect you, right, Yume-nim?"

"Tell them to spare us!!"

"No... revolution...?"

The reason they started protesting in the first place was for content. Once it became clear the situation was heading straight into UFC territory, the crowd's attitude quickly turned cautious.

I turned to Angel-nim and said,

"Of course, I'll need your cooperation. That's fine, right?"

"......"

Angel-nim seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally nodding.

"...Yes."

It was the moment the Devil of Lawsuits landed on the bankruptcy server.

The whole thing was resolved in the blink of an eye. The developers finally replied that same evening. They must have been scared shitless, because everything was cleaned up before I even had to send the physical certified letter.

At first it was a total mess. These weren't some trendy MZ-generation restaurant owners; the developers were seriously telling people to contact them through Star DM. They probably planned to ignore me the same way they had ignored Angel. But...

A few PDF files later and they suddenly became very cooperative. Korea's greatest etiquette injector. Its performance was flawless. It might not be as good as America's "excellent means of conversation," but in a country where owning guns is illegal, this was the next best thing.

Anyway, that wasn't the only surprising part.

"Wait, these guys were high schoolers?"

Yes... according to the documents, it appears so...

The developers turned out to be high school students. Not even fresh grads, just K-highschoolers who didn't understand how scary contracts could be. No wonder they ghosted everyone the moment things went wrong. Asking people to contact them through Star DM was a sophisticated way of hiding behind their minor status.

I didn't know they were high schoolers either...

Even the server owner, Angel-nim, apparently hadn't realized it. It looked like she'd been deceived during the contract process. But the most urgent matter right now was restoring the server to normal, so I left the rest to her to handle later. She should be able to manage something like this. After all, she has two million followers.

In any case, the bugs were fixed on the third day and the users who had lost money received proper compensation. A world where no one gets hurt was finally complete.

After the riot finally died down and the incident was wrapped up, I logged back into the Bankruptcy Heaven server and immediately donated my entire fortune to Latte-noona.

"What."

Of course there was backlash. In the end I was the one taking the loss, and most of my viewers didn't want that.

But it's money I don't need anyway.

What I needed from now on was to build connections through extreme networking. There was no point in trying to be number one on the server, so having a ton of money wouldn't do me much good.

And then.

"Is there a bourgeois...?"

"It's time for the revolution!! Bring forth fire and lava!!"

"Never again revolution!! Never again revolution!!"

"Mumu, what? Why are you giving it to me..."

Whoosh!

"Kyaaaaaack!!"

When someone wins the lottery, all kinds of leeches swarm around them. Thanks to that, Latte-noona, now labeled as a bourgeois, ended up getting "revolutioned," but... that wasn't really my problem.

With this, the first stage of image laundering is complete.

By resolving the incident, I had recovered my image from suspected inside accomplice of the probability manipulation to hero of Leaf Village. Since the connection controversy hadn't been that severe to begin with, the positive effects outweighed the negative ones. But stopping here felt somehow unsatisfying. It was basically plus-minus zero. I had simply returned to the starting point.

If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I took just one more step, I felt like I could turn this whole thing into a complete blessing in disguise.

So.

I made a donation.

"Who knows... I just felt like it?"

The effect of the donation was incredible. Rumors about me spread quickly among streamers, and my image shot straight up. For a mere ten million won donation, the benefits were far beyond what I deserved.

When one viewer asked that question, I put on a benevolent smile and answered.

"All of you are what's left."

And just like that, I became a god.

Prism. Real name Kwak Soo-hyun. A game streamer with one million subscribers on NewTube. He stared at the full-screen system log from Angel's server and muttered in disbelief.

"So it really was just pure luck..."

"Anyway, now that we've confirmed the logs, please stop with the slander. Besides, this whole thing got resolved quickly thanks to Yume-nim."

Prism spoke to his viewers and wrapped up the chat about Yume. It wasn't something that should have become a controversy in the first place. If that one guy hadn't stepped up and said unnecessary things, the situation wouldn't have blown up like this.

Of course, it all ended on a good note in the end, but...

To prevent any possible future incidents, he had gone on air himself to show the system logs. If someone with as much influence as 'Prism' vouched for her, the arrows of controversy wouldn't point at her.

Since he had been the one leading the protest at the beginning, this was an act driven by guilt for causing her harm.

At that moment, a viewer sent him a donation.

Clink!

"...Huh? For real?"

"What the... she's just an insanely good person..."

At this rate, there wouldn't have been any controversy even if he hadn't stepped in to help. No matter how much of a mob the public could be, it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wasn't easy to apply moral standards to someone who casually donated ten million won.

After a brief moment of thought, Prism asked his viewers a question.

"You said this person knows Saint Noa, right?"

"No no, that's not what I meant!! It's pure curiosity. Curiosity."

He used curiosity as an excuse, but he had a different purpose. What he was about to do couldn't even begin without her.

Maybe it's time I put together a hero party too.

He was thinking of forming a hero party.

To hunt down one crazy dog.