Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Clam Star (1)
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Sleep is truly a magical thing.
Even if the day ends on a sour note, it lets you greet tomorrow with a fresh mindset.
Srrrrk.
Srrek.
"……."
Here, there's this SNS platform called Clam.
It smartly combines the best features of existing platforms, then leverages hired Awakeners and AI to build a flawless information protection system. It's one of the hottest platforms in the modern world.
And right now, I'm trying to become a fashion influencer on Clam—uploading photos and raking in revenue from ads and sponsorships.
To put it more bluntly, I'm selling my ridiculously cute photos online.
Click.
Click click.
Truth be told, there wasn't any special reason for my sudden shift in thinking.
I'd spent the entire previous day grinding gold farm quests, and that harsh reality hit me like a truck.
'I'm basically gonna hole up at home anyway... A little light face-selling should be fine.'
Going out? Just cover up with a hood or mask.
Clam's personal info protection is legendary in the industry, so uploading a few photos shouldn't cause any issues.
'It might just get buried and forgotten...'
Honestly, with my looks, I had zero doubt I'd skyrocket from obscurity to stardom overnight.
People go crazier for cute than pretty, after all.
"...This should do it?"
The first photo I uploaded was the combo of the lace blouse and black slip dress I'd tried on yesterday.
I picked out the decent shots from the bunch and saved them, but when it came to hitting the post button, my finger hovered as I agonized over actually going through with the plan.
"...Screw it. Just do it."
Squeeze.
It was the kind of thing I'd normally hesitate on, but right now, I had tunnel vision.
Yeah, this was totally like flexing a perfectly tuned avatar preset from a game in general chat—perfectly normal and ordinary.
Post has been registered!
Before long, my photo uploaded: me in the fluttering dress, gazing innocently at the screen. Overcome by a sudden wave of embarrassment, I slammed the app shut and chucked my smartphone onto the cushion.
"Ahh."
No take-backs now. I sealed away all related thoughts in my mind and, as always, fired up the Archive, turning my gaze to the familiar channel.
Drank a cheap potion wrong and totally botched the guild raid.
Juniors watching and I'm like, what the actual fuck.
Nah, just casual outfit pics.
And on top of that, bother to birth me too?
Mintso this bastard was moving a 50-hour event item to storage and dropped it on the floor lmaooooooo
As expected from a friendly channel, the community was buzzing lively today too.
Spotting today's target active amid the chatter, I steeled myself and clicked their nickname to start a 1-on-1 message.
— High School Dropout Middle Schooler: Hiii~
— Full-time Farmer: ?
— High School Dropout Middle Schooler: Need rain? 100k per hour, adjustable rainfall, fast & precise service
— Full-time Farmer: ??
As I mentioned earlier, today's me has zero fucks to give. Time to charge ahead like a rhinoceros horn.
Full-time Farmer had been ranting lately about no rain screwing his crops. I decided to sell him my services.
Like handing over buffs in a game for cash—a bit of farm-boosting on the side.
— Full-time Farmer: Did I get that wrong? Pay money and you make it rain?
— High School Dropout Middle Schooler: Yup
— Full-time Farmer: Lol life tough? Just ask for chicken straight up
— High School Dropout Middle Schooler: First service can be pay-after
— Full-time Farmer: ??
By now, Full-time Farmer probably realized I was dead serious.
Especially for him—an Awakener classed as Farmer, supplying premium crops to the elite—crop condition was a huge, sensitive issue.
It tied straight to his rep and credibility.
— Full-time Farmer: What job makes that possible?
— High School Dropout Middle Schooler: No clue~
— Full-time Farmer: No weird side effects or anything right?
— High School Dropout Middle Schooler: Just normal rain from a cutie like me, might even grow extra pretty yup
— Full-time Farmer: Minor?
Revealing my ability carried some risk, but I wasn't diving in blindly.
'What's he gonna do about it anyway?'
Transactions via Archive meant my identity stayed safe, even if my power leaked.
And targeted rain in his area? Impressive, but not suspiciously overpowered.
Hell, in the cutthroat farmer market, this could be a quality edge—he'd probably wanna monopolize it solo.
'And finally...'
Full-time Farmer was just a 'farmer.' Not a famous Hunter or big-name Awakener. Just a guy planting cabbage and harvesting eggplants.
If France's dragon knight Alain Remir said, "This stock's rising," people would buy like mad. But Full-time Farmer? Crickets.
That's the world. Even if he got shady ideas, the fallout wouldn't be huge.
— Full-time Farmer: If it really works, 40 per hour no prob
— High School Dropout Middle Schooler: Farmers make bank like that?
— Full-time Farmer: Duh? Only cuz no clout, but demand beats mid-low Hunters easy
Heard Farmer-class crops were hot, but damn, raking in rich folks' cash like that?
Half-doubting, I told him to send the farm address and wait, then summoned Cat GPT for optimal rainfall amounts and precautions.
Double-confirmed details with him, then tweaked the weather to rain daily bread on his crops.
— Full-time Farmer: Wtf this is actually real??? WTF
— High School Dropout Middle Schooler: Pay up
— Full-time Farmer: A channel ghost like you groping Chanju's thighs, end times fr;
Via Archive's trade system, he sent the promised points, signaling he'd use my secret service again.
Rain falls eventually anyway, so not constant, but solid cash flow for a while.
"Like this?"
Input settlement info, cash out the Archive points from Full-time Farmer.
My bank balance ballooned back to nearly 7 million in a flash.
Sight for sore eyes, heartwarming stuff.
"Heh."
Gold farming really is bottom-tier.
Swallow a tiny risk and boom, fat income. Why slave away at low-pay grind jobs like normies?
After basking in dopamine staring at my bank app, I eyed the row of work PCs in my room and hunted for the phone I'd tossed earlier.
'Just dump 'em all on the secondhand market.'
Once you've tasted the honey pot, no going back to scraping-by gold farm days.
I unlocked the phone to launch a resale app when nonstop notifications had me tilting my head.
'What? Bug?'
Pulled down the bar—lo and behold, "Clam" popping up nonstop.
A "no way" hunch hit; slowly tapped the notification. What unfolded was...
wldks_08 ✨
"……?"
My account, with some weird highlight badge on the profile, repeatedly mooning upward like crazy.
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