090. Boisterous Large-Scale Collab
090. Boisterous Large-Scale Collab
Park Jin-ha burst into loud sobs, unable to hold it in any longer.
He was sniveling like a damn child.
‘What a spectacle.’
The inside of the pub instantly went quiet.
The only sound echoing through the room was Park Jin-ha's blubbering.
A while later.
People began murmuring to those around them, trying to figure out what was going on.
“What? What happened?”
“I do not know. He just suddenly started crying.”
“Why is he crying?”
“I do not know either.”
Before I knew it, every single gaze in the room was fixed on us.
A few of the women even tried to soothe Park Jin-ha.
And then.
As for why Park Jin-ha was crying,
his viewers were explaining the reason through voice donations.
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The entire time they listened to the explanation,
my stream viewers showed reactions of pure disbelief.
【Reformed Guburi】─Don't you fucking frame our Gye Bastard-hun, you bitches!
【Yoho】─Don't make accusations without any proof!
【Min-ji】─Wait, he was greeting him so warmly just a bit ago, why's he suddenly acting like that? I don't get it...
【Qkrnfl892】─It's not really in Se-hun's character to go around picking on weaklings.
【Reverse-Rape Maniac】─Pretending to know Se-hun well. No no.
【Reverse-Rape Maniac】─But I think the same way.
【BigGirl】─Even if he did hit him, it probably wasn't a one-sided assault. Maybe they just got into a mutual fight?
【Reformed Guburi】─For real, he probably wasn't a school violence perpetrator, they just fought. -_-
【Hottie Licker】─Doesn't his crying look hella fake?
【Dick Lover】─It's definitely an act. I saw the corners of his mouth twitch up for like 0.1 seconds.
【Drift AI】─I will say. I will tell you that I will make him reverse-rape.
【Reverse-Rape Maniac】─?
【Drift AI】─I will tell you that I will give him a reverse-tour. Please wait a moment.
【Plum Tree】─If Se-hun had actually hit him, there's no way he'd be alive.
【Bubblegum Collector】─Se-hun, hurry up and refute him. -_-
【Gyejipsa】─Refute it! Wakyapya!
"Hmm..."
Strictly speaking,
everything Park Jin-ha’s viewers were saying was true.
I really had beaten Park Jin-ha before.
But I did not consider it school violence.
Much less the bullying of a weaker student.
That was the conclusion I had reached after looking at the matter from an entirely objective perspective.
Through the illusion,
I had experienced the victim’s perspective.
I had set aside this world’s memories
and viewed the events solely through the eyes of my former-world self, “Gye Se-hun.”
‘That crazy bastard must have recounted only the times he got beaten up, conveniently leaving out every single thing he had done.’
What happened back then wasn't school violence.
Rather, it had been an act to save students who were being subjected to school violence.
So, I didn't have the slightest intention of apologizing to him.
‘If I had genuinely beaten up an innocent student, I'd kneel and apologize... but the me in this world never used violence against the powerless.’
Ah. The same was true in my previous world, of course.
My “original self” had gotten into plenty of fights
and was a madman who cursed at anyone, but he had never bullied the weak.
Even when he fought,
it was usually because the other person had started it.
‘The times I started a fight first... I was sure there were reasons.’
Anyway.
Putting verbal abuse aside for the moment,
I could hold my head high when it came to physical assault.
That's why I answered like this:
"I hit you because you did something to deserve it. What the hell are you sobbing for as if you did something good?"
I didn't make any pathetic excuses.
Because I had nothing to be ashamed of.
"And you and your friends picked the fight first. You all tried to gang up on me with fifty people, and now you feel wronged because you got what was coming to you? You son of a bitch."
I added a curse for good measure.
At that, the women were looking around, not knowing what to do, while the men all joined together and started denouncing me.
"Fifty people? What nonsense! You're making a ridiculous excuse!"
"Hey. You are admitting to committing school violence, right?"
"Apologize right now!"
"How can a person be so shameless?"
"My stream viewers are going crazy telling you to apologize too! Apologize immediately!"
None of the men were on my side.
...No, there was exactly one.
"Excuse me! He said they tried to commit group assault on him first! How is this school violence? He was just fighting back! The school violence perpetrator here is that guy, Thicc Ass, not him!"
Cheerful Namsu stepped up in front of me and spoke logically in a loud voice.
His build alone was reassuring.
His very presence made me feel secure.
And so, a heated argument ensued between Cheerful Namsu and the other male streamers.
The male streamers were denouncing and condemning me, demanding an apology as if they themselves were the victims.
Cheerful Namsu was firmly standing his ground against those men.
The women were still silent as the grave.
They were no different from spectators.
‘The atmosphere's gotten way too heated. A brawl might break out, so I'd better loosen up a bit.’
Just as I was thinking that—
Bzzzt—
A spine-chilling mechanical noise came from somewhere.
"Huh? What's wrong with my stream screen?"
"My screen suddenly got weird too..."
Every single electronic device inside the pub went dead.
And before long,
The familiar phrasing appeared on the phones.
I looked around.
Every electronic device—the tablet menus, the televisions, all of them—had been hacked.
‘I shouldn't tell me...’
I had a pretty good idea who was behind it.
The highly capable hacker who watched my stream.
It had to be Drift AI.
No one but Drift would use that idiotic way of speaking.
‘Was this hacking too? Just how good was she?’
Anyway.
After that greeting appeared on every screen,
the displays changed, showing a startled, flustered person.
［Wh-what the hell? Why is my phone suddenly doing this? Huh? What's this message? What kind of student was Gye Se-hun? It'll restore my phone if I agree to an interview? If I ignore it, it'll make my phone explode...?］
Starting with that person,
interview after interview began playing in succession.
Every face had been mosaicked.
［I don't know! I wasn't that close to him!］
［I don't remember very well. Sorry.］
［S-Se-hun? He was quiet and liked being alone.］
［Huh? Gye Se-hun? Haven't heard that name in ages. He was ridiculously handsome, but it was a shame he always covered his face with his hair. More importantly, hurry up and fix my phone. Do hackers have nothing better to do these days?］
［What kind of student was Gye Se-hun...? Uh, well... I guess you could say he secretly watched over us from behind the scenes? He beat the delinquents senseless and tried to stamp out school violence...］
［Se-hun saved me. Without him, I would've killed myself a long time ago.］
［A delinquent? What the fuck are you talking about? He wasn't one of them.］
［Wow. Hackers can do this now? That's fucking amazing. But what's this timer for?］
［I never saw him fight.］
I had no idea how Drift had even obtained interviews like these.
Were they just fabricated videos?
While I was wondering about that,
the interviews about me ended, and the screens changed again.
This time, it wasn't an interview.
［You fucking bastard! I told you to bring me five hundred thousand won by today!］
The footage showed Park Jin-ha beating another student.
The image and sound quality were both excellent.
‘There was no way she could've found footage of something that happened that long ago... And from that angle, it didn't look like CCTV footage either... Was it fabricated?’
It had to be a fabricated video.
But it was so meticulously made that there was no way to tell.
Anyway.
［What do you mean you don't have money? Sell your body and the money practically prints itself!］
Park Jin-ha's atrocities continued to play.
There was the violence, of course.
It showed everything: extortion, threats, and even him forcing people into bizarre acts.
"...Wh-when the hell did they film that?"
Park Jin-ha stupidly confessed the moment he saw it.
Apparently, his head was big but his brain was tiny.
If he'd insisted the footage was fake,
denied everything and played dumb,
at least a few people might have believed him.
‘That wasn't honesty. He was just stupid.’
I stared at Park Jin-ha in disbelief.
Everyone else was looking at him with open contempt too.
His face had gone deathly pale.
He trembled as his eyes darted around.
After checking everyone's reactions,
"F-fuck!"
he grabbed his camera and bolted out of the pub.
He sure could run when he needed to.
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What had just happened was broadcast too.
My viewers had seen it,
which meant all the other streamers' viewers had seen the footage as well.
‘But Park Jin-ha ran stripping streams. Something like that probably would not hurt him much.’
Well, that didn't matter.
There was a more immediate problem.
"Hyeon-su, I said I'm fine."
"No! They need to apologize! Those people joined Thicc Ass in cornering you and hurling abuse at you!"
Cheerful Namsu was heatedly demanding apologies from the male streamers who had denounced me.
That was the problem now.
‘How was I supposed to stop him...? I didn't particularly want an apology.’
The other male streamers didn't say a single word of apology.
Shamelessly,
they acted as if it was enough that the truth had come out
and as if they had done nothing wrong.
That was the attitude they displayed.
But I didn't care.
They were certainly infuriating bastards,
but in a way, they had also just been fooled by Park Jin-ha.
It was easier to just think of them as stupid idiots.
Of course, I was grateful that Cheerful Namsu was getting angry on my behalf.
‘I was grateful, but... those bastards clearly had no intention of apologising, so it would be better for him to stop wasting his energy and ignore them.’
I was starting to get tired too.
I just wanted to eat my food quickly.
Just as I was about to calm Cheerful Namsu down again—
Bzzzt—!
Bzzt—! Drift started putting something else on the screens.
Evidence that he provided sexual favors to platform executives.
Evidence that he used drugs.
Evidence of a hit-and-run followed by dumping the body.
And so on.
The shameful secrets of every male streamer present here were being aired one after another.
Drift's massacre finally came to an end after twenty minutes had passed.