Prologue
"Tra~sh! Tra~sh!"
In the dingy corner of a rundown room, a pint-sized young man with a boyish face slipped on his neon cat-ear headset and leered straight into the camera, hurling his weird taunts.
"What? Little dude? I told you not to say crap like that!"
The viewer who'd blurted out a chat no one was supposed to type got spotted by the streamer on the spot—poof, gone along with their message.
"Woo~! Ko~rea live stream... Pffft."
"Hey now, tu~rned on? Hand it over."
He pointed out another viewer who'd caught his eye with their chat and held out his hand.
On camera, he looked too big for a kid but way too young for an adult—a cute boy with sharp eyes.
"Hurry up and cough it up!"
"Get out, and change your name first."
— DickJuiceHeojepMax has been kicked.
Even after another viewer vanished, the chat kept exploding upward like fireworks.
Most were there to laugh along with the stream, but the majority pulled aggro just to snag a scrap of the streamer's attention.
"Hee~? You co~ming? Does my stream suck that bad~? Then why don'tcha try it yourself~?"
"Hey! With a nickname like that, it sounds totally real!!"
"Don't spam. And no more challengers? You all trash so you're chickening out? Pfft."
"Beat me and I'll go on a date with you, I said? Pfft."
The little boy hustled hard again today, just to scrape by tomorrow. All alone in his empty room corner.