Chapter 21

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 21

Chapter Title: Buster Call (2)

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The channel was abuzz with the sudden uproar, but the consensus boiled down to just watching and waiting.

It couldn't be helped.

Compared to Serena Lopez's fandom or the followers of my Clam account, the firepower of Yi-rin Chan users was little more than a handful of ashes, as they say.

'Hmm.'

Did they think I was acting this way because I was shocked or down in the dumps?

If so, that would be a pathetically soft way of thinking.

With the Buster Call already in full swing, forces from all over the world were mobilizing even now to swing the divine hammer of justice across the internet.

Serena Lopez's rabid fans were holding a defiant stance, as if daring anyone to come at them, but they were dead wrong about one big thing.

Protruding outliers get culled first from the herd—that's the law of the world.

In this chaotic mess, who do you think was the most outraged?

Yi-rin Shin's fans? No.

My Clam account followers? Nope.

Right now, the angriest ones were none other than Serena Lopez's moderate fans.

How could they not be pissed when these nobodies' trolling was getting their idol dragged through the mud?

If the target had been some other celebrity or controversial figure, maybe it'd be different, but unfortunately for them, I was the impeccably pure High School Dropout Middle Schooler, the pint-sized influencer people go nuts over.

In short, this was a lopsided war with the outcome decided from the start.

Even one of the parties involved, Serena herself, stepped up to offer me a sincere apology and sternly condemn her toxic fans.

With justification and results both secured, Serena's rabid fans were now nothing more than stress-relief toys for everyone aware of the incident.

'...Hmm.'

Sneaking a peek at Yi-rin Shin's Clam account, every sycophantic comment was buried under dozens of replies lynching the poster—a sight to behold.

Be it SNS or communities, nowhere left for them.

They had no place left in this internet world, destined to sink slowly under the enmity of countless fandoms.

"Heh."

Wearing a satisfied smile, I gazed at the merciless massacre I'd orchestrated while pulling a chocolate-banana pop from the freezer and munching away.

They'd now deeply realize how foolish it was to challenge divine authority.

Now it was time to calm the antsy fans on both sides and bestow upon them the great mercy of the heavenly descendant.

I reactivated the account as is, then found Serena Lopez's statement, hit like,

and with one English comment, the situation wrapped up easily.

- wldks_08: I'm fine. Sorry for the commotion.

Of course, having avoided English like the plague in school, I needed a bit of translation help.

But who cares? Watching Ivy League grads and field experts crumble like leaves in the wind at my mind games.

"Heh."

Clam's monetization had solid systems to prevent eat-and-runs, so no rule issues or subscriber losses.

Just delaying settlement by a week to wipe out a major fandom's toxic element—a grand achievement.

"......"

I can dominate human emotions!

And control the weather too!

A Weathermancer class, but abilities unbound—versatile genius like me is what "multitalented" was made for.

To soothe the sharp tempers, I uploaded a selfie with the cat from my last visit to Cha Se-ra's place.

Demonic brain, demonic idea itself.

'Perfect......'

Whether from my post notification or not, soon a sneaky raccoon-dog emoticon came from Yi-rin Shin.

I sent a vigorous jumping red panda to say no worries; reassured, Yi-rin replied with a heart and switched her Clam back offline.

'Hmm.'

All three involved got satisfying outcomes—no more perfect ending possible.

Incident resolved.

Victory pose.

I hopped onto the bed with light steps and logged into the Archive to check the channel.

I'd earned the promised praise from Full-time Farmer, but it felt somehow lacking.

Annihilating a world-class S-rank hunter's toxic fandom as a mere Clam star, and no one to acknowledge the feat?

'Hmm.'

A sudden impulse to reveal myself on the channel surged, but of course, I didn't act on it.

I save my favorite side dish for last, after all.

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With the incident tying her directly to Chanju, even channel users who'd ignored me before were now casually mentioning my Clam account.

Pleasing in itself, but for some reason, it left a slight pang of disappointment.

'Hmm.'

Like a powerhouse rival stole my spotlight?

Though it was my own cuteness' fault, so not the users' doing—but maybe time to rein them in a bit.

Skimming the latest posts, I sensed the moment had come and decided ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to launch "that plan" I'd only imagined till now.