Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: The World Beyond the Right Eye: The Human Brain Knows No Negation, Earth's Destruction
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Hyung Si-yeol was an internet streamer.
"Brothers! Sisters! How we all doin' today? BJ Teemo King here, bowin' deep!"
Two years into his streaming career, with an average of ten viewers scraping the bottom of the barrel, his monthly donations hovered between ten and twenty thousand won.
"Ah! We were winnin'! What the hell's our jungler doin'? Jungler diff!"
He streamed games—co-op competitive ones—while blaming everyone else in that stale style already oversaturated in the scene. His popularity was dismal.
"Alright, that's it for today's stream! Tiba tiba!"
That day, too, he ended the broadcast and let out a quiet sigh.
"I'm hungry."
He opened the fridge, but it was empty, so he pulled up a delivery app.
"Man's gotta have pork jjajangmyeon."
Payment method for the month: phone microtransactions, regrettably.
[Phone Microtransaction Completed]
[August Microtransactions: 485,560 won]
[Microtransaction fees will be added to next month's phone bill.]
After eating, he checked his bank balance just in case.
[46,450 won]
He washed up as is and lay down in bed.
[Chimp with AK-47 accidentally fires it off.jpg]
└[lololol look at the humans freak out and run]
└[Does that thing even know what a gun is?]
└[Chimp knows jack shit lolol prolly just yanked the trigger by accident. Bet it shoots itself dead]
└[This is fake promo footage from a movie but it's still hilarious lol]
"Heh heh."
While browsing humor posts on his smartphone community, he stumbled on something meaningful.
[The human brain doesn't know negation. Think 'don't think of an elephant!' and boom, elephant. Trying to forget something just makes you obsess. So instead of 'no slacking starting tomorrow,' think 'let's work happily tomorrow' and escape unemployment! ^^]
"Let's work happily starting tomorrow."
He quietly turned off his phone and closed his eyes.
"Starting tomorrow, let's hustle that Coupang gig, pick up some day labor, earn next month's rent in advance, cover management fees, insurance, phone bill—all of it."
Quietly filling his mind with positive thoughts for tomorrow's self.
"And in the spare time, stream fun games. Streaming happily will lead to success."
Imagining himself as a successful internet streamer in the future.
"...Fuck."
Like hell it would. Two years in, and he hadn't even made a million won. Viewers call it boring and bounce; hell, at least they curse it out—that's something. When even they don't show, chat's dead silent.
"Should I quit?"
By the time his pillow was damp, he squeezed his eyes shut and made up his mind.
'Yeah, time to quit...'
-Hi there?
That's when someone arrived.
"Hiyak!?"
-Hahaha! Why so jumpy! No worries! Don't freak! I'm not a bad guy!
Stunned by the guest in his head—not the room—Hyung Si-yeol tumbled off the bed.
"Wh-who are you!?"
-Who am I? No need to know!
The entity transmitted not voice but intent, yet to Hyung Si-yeol, it felt oddly like an elementary school kid.
-Just kidding. Nice to meet you, human.
Energetic yet brimming with over-the-top energy, like a hyper preschooler.
-I'm the Munchkin Mary Sue Constellation!
-Why you? No big reason! Just randomly picked a random Earthling.
"I-is that so?"
-More importantly, as my chosen apostle, you're gonna live a hero's life from now on!
His encounter with the Munchkin Mary Sue Constellation flipped Hyung Si-yeol's life 180 degrees.
"M-my body!?"
-Hehe, see? No lie. Low-dimensional humans turn superhuman after I descend for five days.
He met the constellation first and gained a superhuman body. He could run endlessly without tiring, sprint 100 meters in a second, fly through the skies—like Superman, for real.
"M-me, a hero!? A hero!?"
-Whaddya think? Like it? This world's rotten with evil! Save it from them!
"But vigilantism's illegal, right?"
-Hmph! Think the law fixes everything? Too many weaklings need help now—law's too slow! Let's save them from the world!
A normal person might've agonized for days over accepting the constellation or playing hero, but Hyung Si-yeol, who'd lived off people's attention as a streamer, accepted gleefully once superhuman.
"Fuck it! Let's do this!"
-That's my apostle! Now, gazua!
He started small: gang thugs.
"What the fuck! What's this guy's deal!"
"Knife ain't workin'!"
Next, he scaled up: purging South American criminals.
"What the hell is this guy!"
"It's a monster!"
He took on Japanese yakuza, Chinese triads too.
"Huh? Who are these guys? Their faces... all blurry? And are they really villains?"
-Yeah, scum who trade lives for cash! Didn't expect 'em in this dimension!
And foes not even human.
"Gaaah! What the hell are you! Die, die!"
-Keep fightin'! You got this! Fightin'!
His power had grown stronger, so he figured he could beat anyone—but they were too much.
-Damn! That old man's here!? Apostle! Dome Yellow Tea!
The constellation's order left him no choice but to flee. He could've stuck to normal human crooks after, but special enemies tracked him down again.
"Target sighted. Looks possessed by the constellation already. Switch to B-Plan."
A nuke detonated. Right before his eyes, walking a Korean mountain path—boom, the mountain vaporized in a mushroom cloud.
"...What the hell?"
No news coverage. Not a peep about the mushroom cloud.
"Gonna destroy Earth. We take him out first."
"For humanity."
Sci-fi laser guns, beam sabers, mind-reading powers—unimaginable weapons. They hounded him relentlessly to kill.
"Huff, huff. F-finally over!"
Luckily, he won. After over a month of brutal combat, he'd have died repeatedly without his ever-growing power.
"You maniacs, how many times did you rewind time?"
-Not just time. They stacked spaces, multiverses, even leashed higher-dimensional beings. Never thought we'd see this crap in a low dimension.
Probably bad guys. Raiding their bases mid-fight revealed horrors: feeding people to monsters, tossing 'em to special entities like lab rats.
"Foundation, huh? Secret society villains for real."
-Alright, good job! Rest up for a bit!
"Yeah, need that."
While resting, the constellation fumed.
-Ugh! But that Foundation erased all your heroic deeds! Hid every trace!
"Haha, whatever. Like bein' Spider-Man, hero in secret."
-No way! Heroes need praise! Worship, love, adoration—for you and me!
"..."
Suddenly, Hyung Si-yeol wanted it too. As a streamer, he craved acclaim—and fame as a hero.
"Constellation? You know about internet streaming?"
'That was two months ago already.'
At his first fan sign, Hyung Si-yeol reminisced. Now fully accustomed to the constellation's power, streaming with it to soak up attention, he responded to the voice in his head.
-Hey, what're you doin'? Fan's here. Sign it.
'Oh, right!'
He replied mentally, flashed a big smile to sign.
"?
But no one was there.
'Constellation? No one's here?'
-...
The constellation reacted late.
-Huh? Was for sure... Or not? Plus, someone's been watchin' us, jumpin' spacetime.
'Constellation?'
-Didn't a guy named Yi Seung-hoon just come by?
'No, uh, no one was here?'
-Really? Hmm... Guess not.
They waited longer, but no fan showed. Disappointing.
-Hey, what gives! You said streaming builds tons of fans! People just call you a liar now!
"C'mon, wait a bit more. It's the 'powerless act' strategy—pretend weak, then surprise with real power."
-Hmph! I hate bein' hated! Keep this up, I'm out. I feel people hatin' you! 'Showoff' vibes comin' through! Even startin' to dislike me a bit!
"Haha, got it. Soon the whole world'll praise me—and you."
Unable to withstand the whining, Hyung Si-yeol brainstormed new plans when a big YouTuber reached out.
"Of course! I'll appear!"
They'd invited him to debunk his "magic or trick," but days later, his episode hit over 20,000 viewers.
"Yes! BJ Constellation—no, Hyung Si-yeol here."
That day, on stream, he showcased his apostle powers.
[What, what!? This real!? No CG!?]
The world flipped.
"Constellation! Sign please!"
Post-stream, revealing godlike power, Hyung Si-yeol's life changed again.
"Haha! Gotta do it!"
People warmed to the comic-book superhuman. Not just strength—he healed, revived the dying in seconds.
[BJ Constellation: How far do his powers go?]
[BJ Constellation solves global warming!]
[BJ Constellation ends drug cartels in a day!]
[BJ Constellation resolves Middle East conflict in two days!]
He was heaven's apostle. Wicked villains dropped weapons and surrendered at his approach; corporations yielded despite losses.
"He's Jesus returned."
"Proof of God, Messiah for world peace."
"Humanity's savior to advance us."
To people, Hyung Si-yeol wielded divine power.
To people, he was the real superhuman from fantasies.
To people, he was the Superman Americans idolized.
To people, he proved God's existence.
'Haha, the whole world knows me!'
Time passed; mastering the power fully, he understood the constellation's hero craving.
'Ah, this feeling. Being a hero, basked in praise.'
Emotions flooded in: admiration, worship, love, respect—dopamine storming his brain.
'Some hate me too.'
Unpleasant, depressing, but positives overwhelmed.
"Live like this forever."
But parting came abruptly.
-Mommy! I just finished raisin' my apostle! I did all my homework!
"Constellation?"
-Waaah, waaa!
The Munchkin Mary Sue Constellation wailed.
"C-Constellation!?"
The constellation vanished.
"!?"
Then, surging energy overflowed. Long symbiosis had changed his body; post-departure, it retained a speck of that power.
'C-can't control it!'
Raw power, too much for a human—no control.
"Huff, huff."
He panted raggedly. Overflowing force like water straining surface tension in a glass.
'Feels like I could do anything—it's gonna burst out!'
Ah! I only controlled it before 'cause you were here, Constellation!
Godlike power to erase supernovas with a thought—now dwelling in me!
'Don't think weird stuff. Thoughts might make it real!'
He glanced at the ground unwittingly. Earth beneath his feet, fragile as a cookie, dust-like planet.
'Ah.'
His brain reflexively negated.
"Ah."
Even the apostle cried out.
"Aaaaaah!"
The land he stood on.
Seven billion souls.
Solar System's third planet.
Including himself—gone from the world.
Earth was destroyed.
"Mind if I interview you?"
"Sorry, but I squeezed this time in—gotta head out right away."
"Ah... I see. Haha, busy bee, nothin' for it."
"Thanks for the autograph."
"You're welcome! Take care!"
Securing BJ Constellation—Hyung Si-yeol's—autograph, he boarded the subway.
'Monkey with the nuke button.'
Divine power was too much for humans.
'That's exactly it.'
The constellation wasn't evil. But to us low-dimensional beings, its mere existence was.
"Makes sense why the Foundation obsessed over eliminating it."
Time remained.
'Now I get it.'
Prep time was shorter.
'Before it's too late, a way to expel the Munchkin Mary Sue Constellation.'