Chapter 46

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 46

Chapter Title: High School Dropout Maid (2)

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No matter how I looked at it, the crowd was way bigger than expected, and I wondered if things would be okay. Sure enough, an announcement went up that the start of the festival's second day was being delayed for a bit.

What a cuteness loaded with such heavy karma.

'Hmm.'

Still, I hadn't expected destructive power on this level.

As I sat there feeling prickly and uncomfortable for some inexplicable reason, a barrage of relay texts started coming in from Joo-on.

Fortunately, they had anticipated the possibility of overcrowding, and with the cooperation of nearby students, they quickly set up a second cafe booth.

The zones were properly divided too, allowing them to effectively split up the surging crowd.

Truly, when talented kids that age banded together, things got done with impressive speed.

In truth, it was Joo-on who was swamped, not me, so now that the festival had resumed normally, I didn't have much to worry about.

As I went about my usual routine of training Body Strengthening with Action & Fighter and the Archive open, a mysterious one-on-one DM arrived from Vulture is Cute.

No way, did she sneak back in there and snag the photo cards again?

Was the future of the Forest Guild really okay like this?

I'd heard that a vice guild master's seat in a proper mid-tier guild was an incredibly demanding and busy position, but in the Forest Guild, it seemed the vice master slacked off while the guild master played log-cabin builder—a freakish structure.

'Hmm.'

Were they assigning her tasks, only for her to suck at them, so everyone just gave up and let her be?

Nah, probably not, but her freewheeling vibe made that thought pop up unbidden.

I ignored Cha Se-ra's usual nonsense as always and got back to my daily routine.

But not even two hours later, similar messages started pouring in from yet another person.

She never crawled out of her mountain corner usually, but the second something fun popped up, she bolted over like a shot.

She'd been cautious when we first learned each other's identities, but now that things were comfy, she was totally unleashed.

However, as a self-proclaimed small-animal influencer, playing up that vibe or wearing skin-baring clothes would backfire hard.

Couldn't even grasp that basic fact—rookies gonna rookie, I guess?

It was kinda hilarious watching everyone collect and verify my photo cards like it was some housewarming during moving season.

A quick internet search showed that visits from famous actors or girl group members had caused similar buzz before.

Ever since the Serena Lopez incident last time, more and more people in the channel were getting interested in my Clam account.

Even new info and sightings I hadn't known about were circulating.

Feeling a swell of pride, I set the V photo that Yi-rin Shin had sent as my wallpaper—my way of giving back.

'Hmm.'

At this rate, becoming the hidden overlord of Yi-rin Channel might not be far off.

Chanju's throne would forever belong to Yi-rin Shin, so maybe aim modestly for sub-chanju for now?

Caught off guard, the designated notification chime from Clam hit like a sneak attack.

That sound meant only one thing: a personal message from Yi-rin Shin. I snatched up my smartphone to check it out.

What the heck was with everyone...?

Feeling the insane ripple effect of my cuteness firsthand, I let out a hollow chuckle and blankly scanned the messages.

To think a single photo card could stir up this much drama—it made me kinda understand the jitters of a political newbie shaking up the establishment.

'Hmm...'

There were no collection perks in the original plan, but chanju was a different story.

After some agonizing, I recalled a maid outfit photo I hadn't dared post on Clam and quietly attached it to send to Yi-rin Shin.

With Yi-rin Shin's intrusion as the finale, the curtain finally fell on this little commotion.

A bit later, after confirming the festival's end, I texted Joo-on a "good job," wrapping up the long day.

'...'

It was just cheap photo cards, nothing special.

Never dreamed people would like them this much.

What a complicated, subtle feeling.

As I roamed the channel spamming my usual nonsense posts, a strange commotion stirred in one corner.

Oh, a troll invasion after ages...?

At a glance, it screamed troll or concept player—some mystery influx.

But the nickname and behavior felt oddly familiar, and as I watched, I couldn't shake the "no way" suspicion.

No way, right?