Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: MungTube Open!
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MungTube open!
Click.
It was a sound that seemed utterly insignificant at first listen.
Vrrrrrrrrr!
It awakened the fighter jet that had only been mimicking one at the military base.
Since it was an RP server meant for messing around, he'd tossed in all sorts of gimmicks as a joke—stuff he figured no one would actually use.
But now, those features were coming alive under the hands of Yorang Garden's representative.
Rumble rumble rumble.
A massive shadow loomed over the presidential palace of Yorang Garden.
Even the most oblivious person couldn't miss it—the screen's brightness had changed completely.
Right at the moment when every streamer's character was staring up at the sky.
What greeted them was.
Vrrrrrrrrr.
A missile warhead the size of a person.
Boom!
The missile exploded above the characters' heads before it even hit the ground.
Resistance was impossible.
It was like a once-in-a-lifetime ultimate move that only Yorang Garden's representative could use.
Whoosh!
Destructive power that could make anyone jump in shock dominated the area in front of the Yorang Garden presidential palace in an instant.
"You madman! Absolute lunatic!"
"What... no, no way, we just protested a little and you fire a missile?! Right in your own front yard?!"
"Hmm, 'front yard front' repeats 'front' twice, so it's kinda awkward...."
"Ugh! You seriously worrying about that right now?!"
No one could stay standing.
The moment the missile exploded, everyone there died on the spot.
Even the police waiting nearby in case of violence, and the hospital folks too.
All their HP hit zero, and they were crawling on the ground.
And before those people.
"There was a scene like this in JoJo... where Weather Report awakens his powers and turns everyone into snails...."
Yorang Garden's representative, I Moongryong, appeared.
Muttering some weird nonsense that only he understood.
"I Moongryong! What the hell are you saying?!"
"Oh, right, I was talking about JoJo... You haven't seen JoJo? It's so good. Maybe what I just did is like Il-Sun or something—resetting everything... Yorang Garden...."
From here on, it was pure RP territory.
I Moongryong kept mumbling to himself as he slowly walked through the fallen characters.
"You're firing missiles and spouting crazy shit?!"
"Apologize!"
"Step down!"
"Come down here, you crazy dictator!"
"We just protested and you shoot missiles?!"
The people lying on the ground kept yelling.
But I Moongryong ignored them completely and kept walking.
"It's my country, my land—why's everyone making such a fuss when I wanna do what I want? You're messing up my train of thought."
"What bullshit! How can you just do whatever?! You're just the rep here, not a dictator!"
"I got this far as an independent... and now you're saying I can't do what I want?"
The words flowed from I Moongryong's character.
And at that moment—
- Oh shit
- What the fuck lol
- LMAOOOOO why'd he suddenly shove his face in like some Noguchi dad
- Delusional psycho thinks he's the new messiah
Mungki kept talking, with the cam angle practically jammed into his forehead.
"There's so many buttons I could press in the presidential office... I only hit this one so far, and you're telling me to stop? Isn't that too much?"
"...You're done for now. Keep escaping reality like that if you want, but you're done! As of today! You think you can stay Yorang Garden's rep after pulling this shit?!"
"Ah, seriously noisy."
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
I Moongryong's M7—the lover-like companion he'd had since day two of the server—shut the furious citizens' mouths tight.
"If you gathered here ready to ruin my position, shouldn't you be prepared for your lives to get wrecked too?"
How could they not grasp equivalent exchange?
Didn't they watch Fullmetal Alchemist or what?
How long did he walk like that?
I Moongryong finally seemed to find what he wanted, heading straight to one side before stopping and crouching down.
"Mentor, you're here. You okay?"
"Mungnyong... Mungnyong, this isn't you, right? Let's... let's start over...."
"Judging by what you're saying, you joined the protest... Well, I guess I didn't look after you properly."
But that said, how could you try to pull me down too?
Especially you, as a cop.
I Moongryong's gentle words continued.
"Today... we're doing a proper cleanup of Yorang Garden. Sorry, Mentor. That's how it'll be."
With a sigh-mixed voice, he pulled the trigger cleanly on EV's head.
"Yorang Garden's spring? It ain't coming. Yorang Garden is always winter."
I spat my final line and immediately checked the chat.
- Whoa Mungki what
- Acting on point
- The man more serious about RP than anyone
- Mungkuna descends lol
- Domain Expansion: Yorang Garden - Winter
- The city where spring never comes lol
Not a bad public mood.
'Pretty good for impromptu acting.'
But yeah, emotions came across better than before, and my voice projection felt improved too.
Wonder how far the body change affects things—feels like there are still undiscovered perks.
'Even last night at Konow, my high notes came way easier than expected.'
Good is good, I figured.
Then I dove straight into the "Yorang Garden Winter" storyline.
Maybe 'cause I'm the core of it.
[Current viewers: 1,344]
Viewer count jumped again.
- Ddarandda† Mung Stock 1344 lol
- Ddarandda† Turret spam's only fun once or twice so I'll ban you right away if you do it again for a bit ㅇㅇ gotta play it cool for max fun
- ㅠㅜ
- This why you got a manager?
- Peak viewers mentioned then spam ban wtf evil af
- Fits him to a T
- What's "fits him to a T"?
- That streamer that viewer ugh search it noob lol
- What's noob? /Manager-banned viewer.
- Ddarandda† Don't piss me off
- Kek
Still, influx didn't crash the chat this time.
Ttarandda really works like unpaid slavery but damn does he do it well.
'Give him more gift icons? Why's he so good at this.'
Didn't notice at 16 viewers, but up close, he's super competent.
Like someone experienced at managing underlings.
'But no time to worry about that now.'
I snapped back and moved I Moongryong to radio in.
"All available police officers, assemble at the presidential palace. I repeat. All available police personnel, assemble at the presidential palace. Over."
Static crackle.
-"May I ask what this is regarding?"
"Insurgents with impure motives tried to assassinate the president. We gotta root 'em all out. So nothing grows back—not even a blade of grass."
Time to properly announce Yorang Garden's winter.
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-"Hey hey! Chase 'em! Chase!"
-"The citizens... shouldn't we evacuate them?"
-"Citizens are the problem?! Didn't you hear the rep?! There could be terrorists mixed in!"
-"B-but maybe not!"
-"So... you wanna clearly distinguish terrorists from citizens in this mess? What if you die! If you die! You gonna take responsibility? Kill 'em all!"
One missile from Yorang Garden's rep had turned the city into pandemonium.
Streamers immersed in RP protested their innocence per their concepts, resisted, or submitted.
No script at all.
But since it was a server of streamers with proven talent.
It felt like watching a smooth cooperative domino chain.
Super fun and intriguing.
"...Nah, is it 'cause the guy I'm watching is playing the protagonist?"
Three whole years.
Muted broadcasts with 16 viewers, and it took three years to hit four digits—even if temporary.
The guy himself doesn't mention it since it wasn't pure power grind, but...
"He's rational in the weirdest ways—ain't even funny."
Manager Ttarandda was deeply moved.
No wonder he spams Mung Stock chats every viewer surge.
"Oh, right—that... how's it going? The lawyer?"
The words tossed into the air.
But someone waiting nearby caught them.
"Very cooperative, so it's processing fast. No leniency, no settlement mess—nice and clean."
"That... Mung, I mean the kid's kinda dumb and pure? So he might soften if he gets letters or whatever. Make sure nothing like that reaches him, please."
"Yes, miss. No worries. And the lawyer fees you mentioned? Negotiations wrapped up nicely—should be smooth."
"Tell the lawyer thanks from me. He's not the type for small cases, and this is 'cause I pushed... Ah, no. I'll call and thank him myself."
"Yep."
The long conversation ended.
Ttarandda stretched her arms wide for a yawn.
'Dumbass— that's why you sue from the start on shit like this.'
Three years watching, and Mungki's dumbassery still doesn't get old.
Sure, that dumbassery's helped a ton.
But he'd probably forget this help too, being a dumbass.
'Doesn't even notice people slaving away.'
What the hell's he planning for Nertube?
Said he's hiring an editor, posted the notice.
No word since, so probably found someone decent.
'Hah, seriously, I could just hire someone... Nah. Do that and he'll get spoiled rotten.'
Ttarandda shook her complicated head to clear it.
Glance.
Thoughts sorted, her eyes locked back on the monitor.
Looks like "Yorang Garden Winter"-style stories.
Were like rep elections—short, punchy blasts.
-"...Mr. Rep, this just ain't right. I don't wanna shoot citizens anymore."
-"What? So... you won't follow my orders? Then what, what do we do! Rebellion's flames are growing!"
-"...Do the rebels... think of themselves as rebels?"
-"What?"
-"Switch positions, and rebellion ain't rebellion anymore."
-"What bullshit, stop spewing nonsense and prep to head out."
Click.
-"Mr. Rep, it was short... but thanks for being Yorang Garden's winter. Thanks to you... we'll grow stronger."
Bang!
Blink and you'd miss it—the story flew by.
Sent police to wipe rebels like not even two hours ago.
One blink, and already backstabbed by a subordinate.
-"Man, I ruled the skies for a hot minute... true three-day reign."
Mungki, mic muted, lay his character on the ground and chatted with viewers.
-"Knew it'd go like this, but y'all needed that dopamine hit so I just shot 'em lol."
- Pro move lololol
- Rebellion > casino anyway lololol
- Dethroning the rep peak fun lololol
- Shooting mentor was good, and telling First Lady "divorce time" at end was gold
- Ttarandda† Perfect for going our separate ways
Divorced the First Lady off-stream?
That Leruri or Lera or whatever.
'Ah, suddenly feels like everything digested perfectly.'
Dunno why.
But feeling super light, Ttarandda kept chatting.
- Ttarandda† No signs you're surviving anyway, might as well just relay
- Ttarandda† Still four digits so promo Nertube hard ㄱㄱ
- Ttarandda† Promo channel so people check vids right away when up
Solid loyal retainer advice.
-"Oh yeah, right! Good idea. Yeah. Folks! MungTube's up. No vids yet, but please show interest! And when they drop, sub and like the hell outta 'em!"
The streamer followed suit nicely.
'...Ah, seriously... watching him succeed feels so damn fulfilling.'
Like seeing your well-raised kid ace into Harvard, MIT, Yale, Oxford?
Pure pride.
'But he's easily over 187cm... so how much taller than me?'
Like this much?
For that eventual meetup eye-level check.
Ttarandda stood briefly, then sat.
Hmm, tiptoes and a hop—perfect reach.
Not bad difference, she concluded.
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Long story short, MungTube's editor was Mung-op.
Good instincts, promised daily uploads, sent seven pre-edited vids.
From my side, no real alternatives.
'Waiting won't magic up better.'
So what?
'Upload now.'
Editor said they'd handle it.
But I really wanted to post the first one myself, so I did.
'Subs... barely hit 500.'
Miracle number, honestly.
I'm no Ronaldo—just some lowbie streamer guy.
Who'd care about a new channel?
Yet it filled the 500-sub minimum right away.
'Big corps helped? Heard rumors somewhere....'
Oh yeah, after "Yorang Garden Winter," Dalgeun Sir said he'd push a bit.
Probably that.
Anyway.
Click.
Uploaded the video.
MungTube finally open.
'Reverse life with MungTube, let's go!'
Goal: 1 mil Nertuber!
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Same time.
Lofty skyscraper.
Undisputed Korea's top 19+ webtoon site, Topbelpia.
Currently.
"Hmm... anywhere cheap... any faces good for marketing?"
"Those faces cost a fortune."
"You find 'em if you look—who knows where one pops up."
Hunting cost-effective models.
"Minimum... 50k subs would be nice."
Any decent talent out there?