Broadcast Day 5 - The Dragon's Housewarming Broadcast Plan (3)
I've already introduced my resident registration card and my manager. I also mentioned that a HyTube video channel for me would be launching soon, and the viewers went absolutely wild.
"I'm glad you're all pleased."
Honestly, when my managers(?) and editors(?) insisted on uploading HyTube videos too, I wondered if it was really necessary. From my perspective, those edited clips on HyTube were just a way for humans to make money. Since I have no real interest in human currency, it wasn't a compelling pitch.
But the head of Yangji Management, who had taken charge as my lead manager, argued strongly for it. First, even if money didn't matter to me, passing up easy cash was wasteful. Second, the videos themselves would promote me. I didn't really care, and I had no idea where they'd even source footage from my streams... but since the humans were so enthusiastic, I didn't stand in their way. So, I told them to go for it.
"Finally, it's nothing major, but my broadcast channel has been approved for monetization."
The site where I'm streaming, 'Dart Stream', has set my channel as a 'Partner Stream Channel' and approved monetization. As far as I knew, you needed a certain number of viewers and at least 15 days of consistent streaming for approval. Yet here it was, approved after just a week?
'Probably because the viewer count exceeded expectations?'
Yeah... securing over 500,000 viewers in a week made sense.
"Ah, donations are blocked for now."
Donations let viewers spend a set amount of money during a stream to send a voice message to the streamer. Naturally, it's another revenue stream for streamers, so I disabled it. The moment I enabled donations, my stream would run into issues like copyright restrictions.
"You can use points instead."
Sort of an alternative? There's a 'point system' tied to donations. Viewers earn points by watching for a certain time, and they can spend those points for free donation messages. Other streamers either disable points entirely or jack up the point cost. But I didn't need to do that, so I set it to a reasonable low rate—enough for dedicated viewers to use without burden, but not so low they'd spam it.
HeavenlyDragonBangBang: I'll claim this stream's first donation!
"There we go."
— Rana! Rah!
— This body's here!
Ding... After that, donations flooded the stream for a while. Viewers played with the feature like kids with a new toy. I watched them fondly, then paused donations. We could do more later, but now it was time for the promised content.
"Alright, announcements done. Time to start the main content?"
Viewers listed their demands. As many viewers as there were, so many requests popped up. But unfortunately... today's content was set.
"As announced a week ago, we'll do content with this booze today."
Thud! I set down the liquor bottle made of subtle blue-tinted porcelain. Phantom Peach Blossom Wood liquor, brewed from flowers of a tree I'd only heard of by name. Its mild aroma and flavor didn't suit my daughter or me.
"As promised, I've prepared 5,000 bottles. And there are 5,000 winners."
Originally, I planned to just ship booze to the raffle winners. But then I thought it could make decent content. So, after consulting my managers and the Association President, we set this up.
"Out of those 5,000 recipients, I'll draw just 10."
"The Hunter Association will deliver the booze directly to everyone except those 10."
I'd planned to open a spatial rift and ship it myself. But when the Association President heard that, he looked a decade older and begged me not to. Something about sensors going off every time I opened a gate? We compromised: I prepare the booze, they handle delivery to winners. It was from another world, so safety checks were needed, and theft risks too—they promised secure transport.
"Those 10 will get a chance to visit my gate in person."
The chat ignited.
'Is it that exciting?'
Gates are symbols of terror to humans, aren't they? I couldn't understand the hype. Sure, I'd guarantee safety for guests, but my gate wasn't much to see—especially all that monotonous gold.
"If circumstances prevent you from coming, I'll draw replacements. So feel free to speak up."
I could feel the rage from those who didn't win the booze. It was baffling they'd get so worked up over something like this, but whatever.
"Nope."
Riot in the making. The booze-less masses rose up. Why discriminate? Why favor winners? Unfair... So they claimed. To them, I said:
"Children, the world is unfair by nature."
"If you're unhappy, leave my stream—or prove your strength and beat me."
Humans say might doesn't solve everything. But they don't realize their precious 'wisdom' is just another form of power.
"If you wish, enter my gate and challenge me. With force, smarts, or whatever—I'll accept it all."
Of course, the cost of challenging me won't be light. My subordinates will block them first. And even if they reach me, I won't go easy.
"Beat me, and you can have whatever you want."
Take my booze, my life... Predators eat prey—it's natural. Whether prey goes quietly is another matter.
"Will you try?"
"...Good enough."
No more complaints. Riot quelled.
"Then let's start the draw."
I opened the raffle program my managers prepared. It held the 5,000 winning nicknames I'd memorized. I'd verified its fairness myself—my name on it guarantees that.
"Here we go."
The roulette spun. It slowed, stopping on one name.
"ChoiKangMulsso, you're the first winner."
Quirky nickname. But the chat stirred oddly.
"Hm?"
The chat buzzed. I asked the viewers, puzzled:
"Someone you know?"
The answers were intriguing.
"Oh?"
A streamer?