Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Hey, What Are You?
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Already a person who was plenty free with multiple lives—what kind of talk was this?
Yura had that question flash through her mind in an instant.
There were limits, sure, but someone who could keep resurrecting no matter how many times they were killed was saying, "Ah. Keep me from dying a bit." It was only natural to react that way.
But from the very start.
There was a huge difference between.
Constantly resurrecting with multiple lives.
And not dying at all.
The input message popped up, and Yura immediately stopped Third Life.
Her past experiences screamed at her to rein him in. Who knew what he might say next.
This Third Life could very well go, "The iron is hot, so strike it. Let's extend the stream for the rest of the day and do Purge Day."
So Yura struck first.
In fact, Third Life had been about to say, "Purge Day today?" Her instincts were spot on.
Normally, Yura would've been fine accepting a tournament winner's reasonable rule request and running with it for a while.
With all the eyes on her because of the tournament.
Promoting one stream rule would spread through the community forever.
It could actually be an opportunity to grow her channel, so she usually wouldn't interfere.
But would Third Life really ask for something reasonable?
Yura's reasonable suspicions had led her to the point of stopping him.
And the Purge Day he requested was something she hadn't even considered, so adjustments were needed.
This was the moment her instincts scored yet another win.
Yura checked her viewers and promised to message Third Life privately later.
Private messages were open since she'd handed over the one-million-won prize.
『Wooo, protect the viewers' right to know』
『What are you two doing?』
『PurgeDayPurgeDayPurgeDay』
『Can Yura clear her karma now?』
『Can she even handle it lololol』
The viewers were criticizing her, but the tournament was already heading toward its end.
Normally, Yura would've milked more MeTube angles during the tournament.
But today, she was too tired.
She just wanted to wrap it up.
Too much had happened.
Just listing the obvious stuff... From the main tournament start, the chat exploded, and the culprit behind the buzz eliminated her—the tournament organizer—from the main bracket.
Not only that, he took down the other co-host too and snatched the win.
The chat was so rowdy now it scared her to even look.
The comments were mostly aimed at Third Life.
『Anyway, the Armchair Advisor takes it all ㄷㄷㄷㄷ』
『Two-hour tournament cut real?』
『Armchair pest... no, Armchair King...! I acknowledge you!』
『Milky Armchair King!』
『The prize ends up in his hands after all...』
『Yura, manage your expressions lolol』
『Purge Day Purge Day Purge Day PurgeDay』
Yura handed out the rest of the prizes to the other runners-up after Third Life.
Tournament over meant award ceremony time.
The ceremony was short but impactful.
Participation prizes took a bit longer.
Still, it wrapped up pretty successfully.
More viewers than expected showed up, but luckily no trolls or hackers.
...Or were there?
The chat fire lingered in her mind, but excluding that, no big issues.
The moment the stream ended, Yura messaged Third Life.
If she didn't, who knew what bomb he'd drop next.
It was practically treating him like a live explosive, but no choice.
With her experiences...
And so, the two entered close negotiations.
Strictly speaking, Purge Day wasn't a rule change but content creation. It was closer to a rat shake.
Words matter, as they say.
"A day without stream rules" would mean scrapping all rules, which was impossible, but creating a "ban-free day" rule was doable.
Purge Day was an event she could hardly accept.
All sorts of malicious trolls and abyssal horrors would swarm in.
But with a few conditions added, it wasn't impossible.
If she thought of it as compressing a month's suffering into one day...
"Might be manageable?"
Yura was about to shake hands with the devil again.
Right now, with the tournament and collab, there were too many people to handle.
But later, at a time with a moderate crowd, running a short, intense Purge Day?
It could make for decent content.
The agreement was sealed, and Yura closed the chat immediately.
So she missed it.
Hean's message advising against accepting Purge Day conditions.
Streamers attract certain viewer types based on their style.
Yura hadn't been too strict with rules, but she'd kept relatively wholesome viewers.
Not anymore.
The tournament brought in all sorts, and she needed quiet streams for a while to stabilize.
Time to filter the crowd.
Throwing in Purge Day would be pouring fuel on the fire.
Plus, Yura didn't know her viewers' true faces yet.
Normally chill, but give them one free day—what trolls would crawl out?
Hean came to warn her, but Yura had already left.
A few days later.
Yura would regret that decision.
"Ah. Maybe I should quit streaming."
The moment Yura's stream ended.
The community burst into flames instantly.
The tournament ending didn't mean viewers' day was over.
They naturally migrated to the community.
And their main topic was Third Life.
Even more so.
The hottest fire was.
Purge Day.
Purge Day hype, Third Life, and Yura split the community 70%, 25%, 5%.
The community included non-Yura stream viewers too.
And they bit the Yura bait.
Interest that was already high spiked even more.
Word spread like wildfire...
And the gathered crowd flooded into Yura's MeTube.
New viewers—the kind Yura dreamed of—were pouring in.
...For Purge Day, that is.
I set down the potato chips.
Ah...
What now.
A sharp sense of emptiness hit right after the tournament ended.
The endless dopamine drip had run dry.
I checked the community one last time, then got up.
Tomorrow's alert from my pre-set schedule wouldn't let me kill more time.
Right.
Not the time to slack.
Elementary school crushed my expectations.
But the Academy still had potential.
As the name suggested, the Academy and elementary school were totally different institutions.
-It's been a while since the Academy.
Yeah.
The Academy in my memories was a real hotbed of chaos.
Coups if bored, rebels invading, even demon lord execs attacking. I visited often despite not attending.
Plus, great output.
The princess who couped her way to empress? Academy grad.
The northern duke's heir who smashed bandits at age six? Academy.
Even.
-I attended the Academy too.
The first sage meeting was there.
Of course, the Academy I'd attend wouldn't be that intense, but expectations built naturally.
Student and faculty levels had to be way better than elementary.
Books provided there, no need.
Other supplies from half-used stuff before.
Prepping with anticipation.
Then a memory surfaced.
Come to think of it.
The first time I met that sage jerk at the Academy.
What did he say...?
Probably a warm, sunny day.
The day the sage and I first met.
I still remember.
-Hey. What are you?
I got picked a fight with while walking down the street.