The Important Thing Is TPO
The important thing is TPO.
Recruiting DualKingChaeChae, which she had expected to be a nightmare of negotiations, turned out to be surprisingly simple.
All she wanted was Arena Coins…?
What? Seriously? That’s so cheap it’s almost insulting!
Momoji shuddered at the unexpected cuteness. Was this really the same person who had just been torturing her viewers with vacuum-cleaner ASMR while giggling like a maniac?
Right now she looked more like a little cousin who’d been handed a game console for the holidays.
Momoji deliberately kept quiet about the fact that if she just asked her chat, people with surplus coins would throw them at her by the handful.
“Ahem.”
Before the real coaching began—
This was a stream, after all. They needed that back-and-forth banter. It was so obvious she only asked to double-check.
The awkward, evasive tone was impossible to miss.
A phone call? Well, I wouldn’t mind having her number…
But that was a separate issue. You can’t hear game audio properly while talking on a regular phone call.
Momoji told her again to just hop on VoiceOn. Then, while scrolling through ChaeChae’s chat, she quietly figured out why the girl was hesitating.
Ah. She’s a total computer noob.
Stung by the chat’s teasing, ChaeChae opened her browser.
Because of her stream setup, every single thing she did was laid bare for the entire audience. Searching the portal for VoiceOn and downloading the file went fine—though even that process looked painfully awkward, every mouse movement dripping with hesitation. Still, no real problems yet.
Then she tried to install it.
The mouse wandered. The chat grew anxious. Among the forest of checkboxes, Lee Chaewon groaned and fretted… then simply accepted every single one and hit next.
“Huh? What are you doing?!”
Momoji and the entire chat recoiled in horror. Under their scolding, ChaeChae was forced to delete everything and re-download from scratch. Just getting the voice chat software took over ten full minutes. Teaching her how to plug in the mic and find the call room took another twenty.
And then, at last—
“…Hello?”
“Hello~”
“Teacher, do you want to die?”
“…Ahem.”
The moment the call connected, Momoji’s knuckles itched for a noogie. Separately, though, hearing ChaeChae’s actual voice made something flutter in her chest. A soft, shy, delicate little voice—sweetness and bashfulness all mixed together. You could instantly understand why people fell for it.
I might actually forgive her…
“Anyway. Teach me Deadzone already!”
“Yes~”
“What should we start with? Training range? Sensitivity settings? Or do you want to spectate a ranked game first?”
Momoji listed every first-step test she’d gone through with previous coaches. Everyone always picked one of those.
She waited, heart thumping, for ChaeChae’s answer.
“First, let’s go into the warehouse? I’ll just peek at your stream for a sec.”
“Yes ma’am!”
She’s starting with weapons, huh!
While browsing Momoji’s warehouse on stream, ChaeChae muttered under her breath.
“Whoa, you’ve got so many good items… I’m jealous… Why do you have so much cash…”
“Huh? Ahaha, yeah.”
“What guns do you like, Momoji-nim?”
“I try everything that’s good. Lately I’ve been using the SCAR?”
“Okay then, let’s go SCAR. Check what exclusive skins you have for it.”
“Skins…?”
“Yeah. Scroll all the way down.”
Following instructions, Momoji scrolled through every SCAR skin she owned plus the cash shop offerings.
But what’s the point of this?
The question rose, yet ChaeChae’s interrogation never stopped.
“That one’s nice. Can I use cash too?”
“Uh, sure?”
“Then how about that one? Bottom right, Santa Edition. Oh wait that one’s good too. The light-blue cloud one. It’s got a cat drawn on it.”
“Yes. I’ll buy both.”
She bought them because she was told to. Still curious, Momoji asked,
“What’s different about these skins? Do they have special animations or functions?”
“Huh?? No??”
“…Then why did we buy them?”
“Because I liked them the most. You agreed too, didn’t you?”
“What? I thought they were necessary!”
A subtle wrongness began to crawl up her spine.
Nah.
There had to be a reason.
…Right?
“Um, do we really need to buy all of these?”
She carefully asked ChaeChae, who was still diligently browsing gun skins.
The reply came instantly.
“Tsk tsk. This person has no fundamentals. If you dress up the exterior, damage goes up by at least double.”
“What? Really? There’s a function like that?”
She hadn’t known that. If it was true, then of course they should buy them.
“No, I mean it feels like that. Obviously it’s not real.”
“…?”
…What?
You just said it was.
“Okay, next press character skins.”
“……”
“Hurry up.”
“…Yes.”
Watching ChaeChae proudly and joyfully customize the look, Momoji’s eyes wavered with growing unease.
It’ll be fine… right?
Lee Chaewon’s stream, which had appeared like a comet, was a daily rollercoaster of dopamine—sometimes modest, sometimes outrageous. That clear, pure voice paired with mischief that completely didn’t match it. An unpredictable sweet-and-salty emotional whiplash that drove newcomers completely insane.
And because she had no fixed schedule—two or three hours after school, another hour or two after dinner—thirsty viewers who only got short little sessions kept multiplying. Add her signature one-sided communication style, and her fans would pound their keyboards and pour their feelings out onto Link Gallery.
Thanks to that, for better or worse, Chaewon’s mention count in the community never showed any sign of dropping.
Most of the flaming posts about Lee Chaewon were caused by her antics, but a solid number also focused purely on her Deadzone skill. A female high-level player appearing in the most popular game alive. Even before she became famous through streaming, highlight clips of Woniwoni>.< had been circulating among people who dug a little deeper into Deadzone. Her style was so aggressive and flashy that it was just fun to watch, and the obscure techniques she pulled out made people curious. All the highlights were from spectator view, so the chance to finally see her personal POV was huge. The moment the rumor dropped that Woniwoni was streaming, they rushed over—and more than a few were shocked to discover she was a girl.