100th Chapter Special - Earth Side Story: Noble Silver-Haired Beauty from England Goes Live! The Slave's Debut That Breaks Viewers' Typing
One day on Earth. A new channel pops up on a personal broadcasting platform.
Sylvia - Broadcast by the Noble Silver-Haired Beauty from England!
A few viewers trickle in, hooked by the clickbait title. The chat fills with crude banter.
The screen shows only a tidy room interior—no sign of anyone. Some viewers bail, while others stick around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her face.
Clatter. Soon enough, the camera—tilted slightly downward—swings up to the right diagonal. Finally, a person appears on screen.
"Ahem!"
A woman with a pink headset perched atop her silver hair checks the stunned chat reactions, then beams at the camera.
"Hey, peasants! Welcome to Sylvia's broadcast!"
"Heh! I'm from a real noble family, you know?"
Her ruby-red eyes lock onto the viewers beyond the screen. She puffs out her chest proudly from her chair, smirking, and the chat freezes for a moment.
"Pfft! Pretty, right?!"
She bursts out laughing, her innocent grin flashing pearly whites as she giggles. The chat flow halts again. It takes a few seconds before messages resume.
"Oh, GearShifter? Thanks for the donation. What's 'first-time viewer reaction' mean? I turned this on just to chat casually, no prep for reactions."
It was a genuine question from a pure soul, but the donor apologizes without excuse. Her looks made any backlash impossible.
"Hmm? What's this? Gee-shi-sot? Sorry? Why apologize?"
Her sweet voice turns even the crudest remarks into cozy vibes. There had to be a limit... but her beauty shattered it.
As she banters with the handful of viewers, she picks up on the initial consonants. By minute three, donations start popping off repeatedly.
"Kuhit! Asking to be punished? What a dummy thing to say! And I never punish anyway?"
The viewer who caught her giggling face is thrilled.
"Hmm, not bad at flattering for peasants? But I might quit anytime, so chat's fine—no need for donations."
"Just started on a whim, no fixed content. Gonna chat and hang with you guys as ideas come!"
Dimples flashing, she beams proudly. "You guys are so nice? Thanks for the pretty compliments."
Her smile hits, chat stalls briefly, then floods back.
Viewers enchanted by her time-stopping magic smile.
"Yup, call me Sylvia. Came to Korea to live."
The title mentioned it, but her self-intro sparks the chat to life like formal greetings.
She ponders, then holds up three fingers: ring, pinky, middle.
"Hmm? One... three months?"
"My slave taught me. And yeah, this body's a genius!"
"Butler? No, real slave!"
Sylvia puffs her cheeks, insisting firmly. They brush past "slave" without grasping it.
"Ah, forgot the thanks—sorry!! Thanks to all you donating peasants. Ugh, maybe turn off donations."
Chaos erupts at the donation window closing announcement.
The hasty retraction calms the storm.
"Okay? Donations stay on then. But no big amounts. I got plenty money."
Viewers start piling in. Her face on platform recs draws natural traffic.
Chat scrolls fast. Viewers hit 100 in seconds.
Sylvia's eyes track most chats despite the speed.
"Lotsa people coming in? Welcome new peasants!"
Sylvia glares at the flaming chat. "No fighting!"
Her angry face quells them instantly with apologies.
"Good, forgiven. Vtubers? TS? Traps? What's that?"
From bantering earlier, she'd already absorbed terms—now content gold.
"Tell me~ What's vtubers~?"
What~? What~~? What~~~? Her adorable voice echoes, striking their ears.
"Got it~"
Her knowing nod calms the near-fight.
No room to fight while fixated on her expressions.
"Okay, TS? Trap? What's that?"
Sylvia crosses arms, nodding. "Fuhehe, think I get it. I'll say it clear: I'm definitely a girl, no weird talk?"
Uncrossing arms, she wags a finger. "Guess they call girls 'woman' here, but 'bitch' is normal originally."
She covers her mouth briefly, then adds, "Ah! Just my personal take—no relation to England."
"But you guys all boys?"
"Gotcha. As a girl, knowing you're boys makes praise feel extra nice—that's why I asked!"
Sylvia answers instantly. "No BF~"
A beat later: "But something similar!"
Sylvia giggles. "Kuhehe. I live with my slave!"
Teasing eyes as she debates spilling. Viewers puzzled.
"Ehew~ Didn't expect peasants to like me this much. Just call him over."
Sylvia removes headset, stands from chair.
Door opens, she exits—chat ignites at her back view.
Chat explodes in seconds.
Yet viewers don't drop.
Sylvia returns. Camera catches faces seated; man entering shows only below waist. She sits, he stands beside. Headset on, she leans to mic.
"This is my slave!"
"Hmm~ Slave means mine forever?"
Sylvia tugs his arm taut. "My slave. Nothing to do? Pet your owner's head at least."
Rustle rustle. Fluffy silver hair covered by his hand, getting stroked.
"Hng~."
Blissed-out smile. Chat explodes.