70. Your tweetie Account Has Been Suspended. For Details, Please Check Customer Support or Your Email.
70. Your tweetie Account Has Been Suspended. For Details, Please Check Customer Support or Your Email.
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The Crescent-Moon Weight, now saturated with blood-red energy, shot forward in a crescent arc, unlike before.
Since it no longer moved in a straight line, her reaction and retrieval might be slower, but her opponent had no intention of showing themselves, so Serin had no choice but to change her movements.
Even if using a skill meant exposing a brief opening, she chose to accept that risk.
Step.
As Serin thrust her leg forward in a wide stance, she twisted her waist and swung her arm in an unprecedentedly broad arc, as if preparing for a large motion.
—Ghost Dance.
The blood-soaked weight swept toward a vast range in every direction—front, back, left, right, up, down. Unlike before, the Ghost Dance now steeped in deep crimson produced an entirely different result.
Boom!
Boom!!
The ferocious momentum was enough to erase the smoke filling the space. Even as she tore through everything around her with wide attacks, Serin kept her focus on her field of vision.
'If they don't want to die, they'll move.'
Since this was an all-out attack, either the smoke would soon be completely cleared away, or she would get lucky and hit her opponent. There was no other possibility.
The blood-red weight, striking nearly the entire range of the cave, continuously produced massive booming sounds as it displayed its destructive power.
Boom! Boom!!
Then something like a hazy silhouette caught Serin's eye.
A flickering waver, almost indistinguishable from the white smoke.
'Found you.'
The moment she saw it, she threw herself forward without hesitation.
"No. Shit!"
At the same time, the opposing archer spotted Serin closing in fast and hurriedly nocked an arrow onto their massive longbow.
Before the arrow, instantly engulfed in a huge blue glow, could be loosed—
Serin's weight had already deployed its next skill.
—Dark Moon Weight.
Swish-swish-swish!!
The weight, which had been tracing a wide blood-red trajectory, suddenly drew a crimson line that snapped vertically downward. It plummeted and struck the floor, then shot upward at a speed far greater than its fall.
In a near-instant. The archer deployed their skill and loosed the arrow.
Whoosh!!
Thunk!
The blue-glowing arrow flying and the eerie sound of something being pierced rang out almost simultaneously.
Serin twisted her head to dodge the arrow. Her silver hair scattered brilliantly through the air, while the archer collapsed on the spot as if crumbling—joy and despair crossed paths in an exceedingly short time.
The moment the arrow was loosed, Serin's weight had already shot up from below, piercing the hand holding the longbow and continuing straight through the heart.
[You have slain Outlaw 'Buff Archer Please'.]
Step.
Checking the hologram, Serin landed nearby and immediately yanked on her weight.
Screeeech!
With the sound of the cord attached to the weight being pulled taut. Rather than pulling only the weight free, she hauled on it with force. With that single motion, she dragged the opposing user's corpse right in front of her.
Thud!
With the corpse, now being enveloped in light, right before her eyes, Serin slowly raised her smooth leg.
Then, just as she was about to bring her leg down without a shred of hesitation—
Serin stopped mid-motion.
"...Ah."
Her senses suddenly returned.
Her raised leg.
Beneath it, there was already nothing.
Only the faint remnants of light indicated that an opposing user had been there.
Everything was already over.
"Ah. I guess my emotions got too heated without me realizing it.... Look, viewers. So, what you just saw—"
I hurriedly spoke, trying to steady my emotions.
I'd been in a great mood, only for them to ambush me and ruin it, and then they wouldn't even fight me properly. When the annoying opponent hid and dragged things out, I got irritated. Without realizing it, I nearly crossed a line.
In a sense, raising my leg to stomp on an opponent who was already nothing more than a corpse might have crossed the line all by itself.
It would not have been strange if that moment alone had caused controversy once it went out on stream.
So I carefully composed what I wanted to say next and looked at the chat window.
`...?`
For some reason, the chat window was completely black.
And only then did the message on the screen come into view.
—『The broadcast has ended.』
Before I knew it, the stream had ended.
I definitely had no memory of ending it.
Just moments ago, I'd been looking at the chat window and donations.
Even I was flustered by the sudden stream-end notification.
Had I been hacked? Or had the PC running the stream suddenly shut down? Even as those thoughts crossed my mind, I actually felt a sense of relief.
"Thank goodness."
I genuinely felt that way just because what I had done hadn't gone out on stream. I had been maintaining a decent streaming image for days. If that moment had been broadcast, my image would have been ruined in an instant.
Maybe, since it was just a game, people might have dismissed it as nothing. Maybe.
But there was a high chance that someone would have seen it as controversial behavior.
Once I calmed down, I manipulated the hologram to turn the stream back on and wrap things up.
But... for some reason, I couldn't turn the stream on.
The Stream ON button had turned completely gray, unlike before, and pressing it produced no response.
"What the hell, why won't the stream turn on?"
Wondering what was going on, I manipulated the hologram and went into my channel and account, poking around at various things, but everything was unresponsive.
The stream wouldn't turn on.
Then I noticed a red icon in the top notification bar with the number [1] written on it.
Without much thought, I checked it.
—『Your tweetie account has been suspended. For details, please check the customer service center or your email.』
A notification with the impact of a bolt from the blue had arrived.
"Ah."
Even as I looked at it, I let out a dazed sound, and my mind went blank.
'Suspended...?'
Me?
Had I done something wrong?
"No, why...?"
I muttered blankly, then was seized by anxiety.
'I have to be a streamer.'
I can't get suspended.
The feeling of walking on air after obtaining the treasure item 'Dwarf's Ring,' the joy of playfully deceiving my viewers—all of those emotions had vanished before I knew it, replaced now by a massive sense of anxiety.
I still had to run my NewTube channel.
I had just hired two editors.
Amid the scattered thoughts racing through my blank mind, I tried to assess the situation somehow.
"F-first. Let's check the customer service center and my email."
So I immediately tried to exit Another World.
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【If you log out inside the Cave of the Demon-Possessed Dwarf, a death penalty will be applied. Are you sure you want to log out?】
-Yes / No
【Death penalty to be applied】
- Loss of 3% of total experience.
- Cannot re-enter the Dwarf's Cave for 24 hours.
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"...Doesn't matter."
I muttered blankly and immediately pressed Yes.
A death penalty or whatever—none of that mattered at all right now.
Soon my vision darkened in the familiar way, and I gently closed my eyes.
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After exiting Another World, I sat up from the capsule and inadvertently swayed.
Thud.
Dazedly, I grabbed the nearby desk to support myself and let out a deep sigh.
"...Hah."
I was exhausted from not having slept properly and from streaming longer than usual. But more than that, the mental blow was far greater right now.
I now keenly realized just how threatening the word 'suspension' could be, and how deeply it could wound a person.
It wasn't as if I had absolutely no idea what it could be... no, I did have some guesses.
I had definitely typed toxic chat messages in the stream of a female streamer named Hana, and during today's stream, I had killed monsters for the first time without realizing that Gore Mode was checked, causing the chat to go wild.
But would I really get suspended for just that much?
As for the former, Hana had given me permission regarding her NewTube video, and at the time, she had even answered that she didn't mind the matter. As for the gore-related brutal scenes, they had only been on stream for about ten minutes at most.
I hadn't played any sexual videos or obscene media—it was just in-game footage.
Flop.
I sat down in the chair right in front of the powered-on PC and urgently searched for my email address.
Tap tap tap.
In the mail window that opened, among several emails, I saw one new message.
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[Your Rin (rin0238) tweetie account has been suspended for 2 days.]
—Hello, Rin (rin0238).
Based on your activity or content, a community guidelines disciplinary action has been issued against your account. Accordingly, your use of tweetie services will be restricted.
—Reason: Extremely violent content, along with failure to comply with the 19+ setting.
For more details on the community guidelines, please check the tweetie site.
—Content where the violation occurred: Another World, personal Gore Mode setting.
The Gore Mode feature within Another World is usable. However, you must set the 19+ setting during your stream.
It has been confirmed that the stream in question was broadcast for 12 minutes without the 19+ setting enabled.
Suspension period: 2 days.
We ask for your cooperation in keeping tweetie a bright and healthy site.
For related matters, please contact the customer service center......
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I carefully read through the email, line by line.
Suspension period: two days.
Reason for suspension: related to Another World's Gore Mode.
Streaming with Gore Mode was allowed, but the reason I had been suspended was that I had broadcast for 12 minutes in Gore Mode without enabling the 19+ setting.
"...Hoo."
I felt a little regret over my own carelessness, but at the same time, I felt relieved.
The reason for the suspension wasn't anything major.
It was my fault for not properly enabling the 19+ setting.
So I understood, but I couldn't help sighing at my own carelessness, no one else's.
"...Ah, why am I so careless, seriously."
Actually, if I had changed the setting right away when viewers told me about it, I probably wouldn't have been suspended. But that timing happened to be when I was being ambushed by dozens of monsters, so the situation itself had been really bad.
Even as I felt relieved, I was briefly conflicted.
I considered contacting customer service about the suspension period or asking Sua, who knew a lot about tweetie. But in the end, after thinking it over, I decided to just accept the suspension.
I had been planning to take a streaming hiatus anyway, and it seemed better to accept the punishment for my mistake without complaint.
Swish.
As I habitually swept back the white hair covering my vision, my thoughts drifted blankly.
"Should I at least post something on the community?"
The viewers wouldn't properly know why the stream ended, so I thought I should at least let them know somewhere that things had turned out this way and I couldn't stream.