Suppressing Power and Streaming Chaos

I'd suppressed my internal energy down to the Peak realm. Tricking the Tower's administrator system without raising any flags, I snagged a single magic drone for filming.

With the drone lighting the way ahead, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I quietly slipped into the goblin-infested zone on Tower Floor 3.

Upon arriving in goblin territory, I fiddled with the drone's display and fired up the live stream right away.

I slapped together a rough title and waited about ten minutes, but not a single fly buzzed in.

"Ugh..."

After some Hulk meme bait, they still wouldn't bite? Sighing deeply, I hopped onto the World Murim Gallery.

I spewed some aggro bait and waited the full five minutes.

With seconds to spare, we scraped by with 13 viewers. Gallery normies really only listen if you shout in one ear and out the other. If we'd fallen short, I was dead serious about VPN-spamming the place with grandma memes for 72 hours—kinda bummed we didn't.

"Hey there?"

I gave a casual wave at the drone's lens.

"Majikayo?"

My head spun at that moment, a montage of every vile troll post I'd ever dumped on the gallery flashing by.

Dazed for a sec, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠remembered why my face was blasting out unfiltered: In my hype to show off cool skills, I'd forgotten to toggle anonymous mode on the drone's appearance and voice filter.

Major screw-up right out the gate. Sure, my national-treasure-level cute face was gonna get revealed eventually, but not this early—and not via dumbass mistake.

Super awkward situation.

Viewers must've pinned my location on the gallery—numbers exploding like crazy.

The creepy voice message donation sent chills down my spine; I glared at the lens like it was a bug.

"Knock it off, you creeps."

I shuddered, face twisting like I might hurl.

Gallery trash reeking of sewer vibes hit like a runaway 8-ton truck with busted brakes. But shutting up these braindead normies? Piece of cake for me.

I smirked, curling one lip slyly.

"Pfft, looks like a ton of you wanna meet up at the police station later?"

Grinning like a mischievous kid with crescent eyes, I stared down the screen.

"Hitting a minor with that trash chat? Ballsy."

Cop station drip silenced the chat instantly. Taking a deep breath, I dropped the bomb.

"Oh, by the way—not a minor, I'm a ripe 20-year-old woman~"

"Still, keep the boundary-crossing chat in check. Unless you're paying up."

"If you came from my gallery post, aren't you curious what I'm showing today?"

Staring at these contrarian little shits, I could only sigh.

Ding!

The donation with zero social skills hit; I made a wistful face for a moment.

As my expression hardened, viewers united to bury the donor—impressive. Who knew my looks could unify the troll-unemployed masses of World Murim Gallery in seconds.

"Left my arm in the old era. Pfft!"

Manga iconic line I'd always wanted to drop. Messing with these cute normies was way more fun than expected.

"Calm down, everyone. The real secret of my left arm is..."

"You think a woman's secret gets spilled that easy?"

I shot the screen a fierce axe-glare.

No way I'm spilling. 'Actually, lost it chopping the Heavenly Demon's head 20 years ago~' Who'd buy that? And how do you explain the world's top Sword Master reincarnated as a middle-school girl body, streaming this crap?

Taking that to the grave. Shaking off random thoughts, I sensed it was time to show why I came to the Tower.

"Everyone, assemble! Hap!"

Forcing the rowdy viewers into "Hap!", I strode boldly toward the goblin swarm's heart.

I plunged right into a pack of them.

Sensing me, goblins raised grotesque weapons, closing in from all sides.

Kiruk? Kiruk! Kiruk??!!

Dozens swarmed, surrounding me in layers.

"Gonna show you a badass technique—don't piss yourself, watch closely."

Viewers freaked out in panic while I immersed deep into a manga character, possessed by the role. Slowly opening eyes with gleaming intensity.

"Perfect chance—I'll teach you personally."

My clear blue eyes flashed coldly as I formed an elaborate hand seal with my remaining right hand. Then chanted the ultimate technique name.

With the incantation slipping from my lips, Heart Sword's essence fused with MugyeokIntent Qi triggered the invisible Formless Slash.

Distorted waves erupted circularly from me. Radius: 20 meters. Every goblin inside diced into minced meat without a scream, shredded to bits.

Overwhelming, brutal power. Monsters erased effortlessly. My surroundings painted red with blood and chunks in seconds.

Chat froze mid-scroll.

"How's that?"

Ditching the icy aura, I sparkled like a kid begging for praise, eyes on chat.

"Hahaha! You guys love it?"

Reactions super hot. Way hotter than expected. Even sharp normies probing my real realm after a joke slash.

Can't say I'm the supreme Sword Master, power at Mugyeok—world would explode.

No way.

"Se-cret~"

Sticking out my tongue seductively at the camera, I grinned devilishly, trolling hard.

"Alright, stream ends here—"

I cut the drone feed mid-viewer pleas, declaring abrupt end.

"Haa, internet streaming's a blast. Pffft!"

Beaming with pride, humming a tune, I skipped bloodily out of Tower Floor 3.