Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: If You're Gonna Give Advice, Do It Yourself!
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When creating the broadcast rules.
There was only one Yura streaming.
But there were two Yuras making the rules.
Specifically.
Capitalist Yura.
And anti-capitalist Yura.
Yura's eyes glazed over as she stared at the flood of donations.
'Why did I ever come up with that bail money system...'
Yura briefly recalled the past.
Hehe? What kind of hehe was that?
She must have thought back then that anyone willing to pay to come in had probably reformed. A shallow idea like that led to its creation.
But reality was completely different.
The moment the donation demanding Tower Climb rang out.
The bail money donation rang out.
The chat window was a total mess from the nonstop donations and stalled broadcast.
Yura habitually checked the chat and then looked at the total amount.
It was more than expected.
"Uh... um... ahem."
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Honestly, today's stream didn't have much content lined up... but due to you viewers' passionate demands, I'll do the Tower Climb."
Actually, that was a lie.
She had prepared plenty.
Not knowing how the stream would go, she'd prepped Plan B and even C.
But unexpected Plan D was unfolding.
Yura knew well that life—no, streams—don't always go as planned.
Maybe mix C and D appropriately for today's stream.
Yura sneaked a peek at the chat.
The viewers' reactions weren't all that bad.
If the audience didn't overdo the armchair advising this time, the stream looked set to go smoothly.
Of course, there were some negative opinions.
But Capitalist Yura smelled opportunity.
The sweet scent of one-off content potential.
Title something provocative like 'Streamer Succumbs to Capitalism.'
"What are you talking about? Broadcast angle...?"
It stung a lot.
Heh heh.
Something had been poking at Yura's heart for a while now.
The quick-witted Yura knew exactly what it was: her conscience.
It pricked her every time, so she could spot it a mile away now.
This was her conscience!
And Yura was an excellent streamer who could utterly ignore a nagging conscience.
The viewers piling on the mockery.
From past stream experience, Yura knew how to handle this.
You couldn't cower now.
Act confident instead, and needless controversy wouldn't arise.
So Yura squared her shoulders.
Making sure she looked utterly shameless to anyone watching.
She plastered her face with a thick layer of brazenness.
"Why bring it up now like it's news? I've always been gunning for those broadcast angles with full sincerity."
If you're living off streams, how do you survive without chasing angles?
Since starting her streams, Yura had always eyed those angles.
And she never hid it.
She was doing her job anyway—what was there to hide?
"Of course I'll take it!"
She quickly launched Tower Climb mode in League of Worlds.
In moments like this, no one had faster reflexes than her.
"Time to tackle the mission!"
Today too, Yura shook hands with the devil for the sake of her stream.
But Yura immediately regretted making a deal with the devil.
The devil was the devil for a reason.
League of Worlds.
Floor 3 of the tower crawling with undead.
In the hidden stage, Yura swung her staff—not magic.
Kwachik!
A level 21 mage facing a monster with physical attack.
The undead's head shattered by Yura's hand.
It was close.
She nearly mutual-killed herself.
"Haa... haa..."
As Yura caught her breath, donations exploded right on cue.
And with the donation sound, another undead monster charged.
Kruk!
Normally she'd use magic, but she'd mismanaged her mana distribution and was short.
All that was left was fisticuffs.
And the undead's physical prowess matched the mage's.
'I've got a shot.'
Yura steeled her resolve.
No matter that it was a hidden stage.
Just floor 3.
She couldn't die here.
'I can't die here. Dying on floor 3 gets immortalized on stream...!'
This was a matter of gamer pride.
"Raaah!!!"
Yura charged with all she had.
Yura died, her head smashed by the undead.
The foe was the hidden monster on floor 3: Death Knight.
Her pitifully shattered head.
The game over message popped up.
And the advice messages.
Pajik.
Finally snapping, Yura shouted.
"No! If you're gonna give advice, do it yourself!!!"
As a streamer specializing in games, Yura took pride in her skills.
She was a game streamer; of course she had confidence.
But...
The constant advice grated on her nerves.
And dying doubled the damage—no, worse.
This is why you don't make deals with monkey paws.
Yura, who'd brushed off ancient wisdom, was paying the price.
"Mages do step-dodge though..."
I even verified it myself today, and this is the reaction.
Sad.
No choice.
Guess I'll have to prove it.
That mages step-dodge.
Time to give Yura even more advice.
In other words, plenty of people get one truth from a hundred words.
Even if no one gets a hundred from one.
Just as I was about to resume advising while watching Yura's stream.
Yura declared a strike.
No time to even send bail money.
Banned.
"Ah..."
Oh no.
But it was fine.
I'd prepared alt accounts in advance for times like this.
Before long, Yura's stream title had changed.
She clicked the screen now saying "Rules Under Revision."
Yura's stream started again.
"Ah, that's not how you change rules."
I'm a learning human.
Banned once.
I wouldn't fail to predict a second ban.
As expected.
Alt accounts were mandatory for watching streams.