The Debut of the Exorcist Streamer

The following afternoon.

My younger sister returned home from school.

"Oppa, come outside for a second."

"Hm?"

I followed Jina to the front door, and there they were. The guys I’d personally "kneaded" yesterday were standing there, looking incredibly polite.

"I, I'm sorry."

The moment they saw me, they bowed at the waist and started with an apology. Only a day had passed, but every single one of them looked like a wreck.

Among them, the one who had been most thoroughly "re-educated" was Park Geonwoo, the one I’d put my heart and soul into fixing.

'Finished his repentance in a single night, have you?'

Checking his state with Insight, it seemed the time we spent together in his dreams had been quite effective.

Just then, Jina, who was standing next to me, spoke up cautiously.

"Oppa, can't you just forgive them?"

I looked at Jina for a moment.

The right to judge belongs to the victim. In principle, if the victim forgives the sin, the judgment ends there. In other words, if Jina forgives them, the judgment is over.

However, this particular judgment was a bit different. It wasn't Jina who offered the prayer; it was me. That meant the judgment wouldn't end unless I forgave them, too.

Honestly, I wanted to keep working ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠them into the ground for a few more months.

"Oppa, please."

But my younger sister, the victim, was actually asking me to forgive them.

"...Fine."

In the end, I couldn't resist Jina's request and forgave them. After all, Jina's position was the priority.

"Tsk, I should've made you suffer for a few more months. Consider yourselves lucky that my sister has such a kind heart. Get lost."

"Th-thank you!"

As soon as I gave the word, they scrambled away as if they’d been waiting for it. Man, they were fast.

A moment later, once they had completely vanished, Jina spoke.

"Thanks, Oppa."

The Insight numbers were clear, but the most important thing was my sister's heart.

"Is this enough?"

Jina seemed to ponder my question for a moment, then nodded.

"Yeah. It's enough. Let's go inside."

There was no longer any fear or resentment on Jina's face as she walked into the house. Only a sense of relief that everything was finally over.

With Jina's problem resolved, a realistic issue surfaced.

"Oppa."

While we were sitting in my room after dinner, watching YouTube, Jina suddenly spoke up.

"With your abilities, isn't it easy to make money? You could just heal sick people or something."

I let out a dry laugh at that.

"It's not like I haven't thought about that..."

Frankly, becoming the world's richest person using only the power of healing wouldn't be hard. There weren't any strict limitations on using the power, either. The number of uses replenished over time.

But I had already experienced how ugly the bottom of humanity could be.

"I would have done it if I wanted to, but taking money from desperate people doesn't sit right with me. Besides, most illnesses can be solved by going to a hospital, right? And if word got out, it would be a nightmare. 'Why did you heal that person but not me?'—you know that's exactly what people would say."

"Can't you just make them sign a non-disclosure agreement or something?"

"I could place a binding seal with my power, but I don't want to go that far, and I don't have the energy left to cast such seals anyway. And think about it—if I just start healing people for money, even if I ignore terminal patients, what if I heal someone who could have been treated with modern medicine? Who would want to be a doctor or a nurse then? And the medicine? Pharmacies would go under, hospitals would go under, everything would collapse."

That was why I’d been refusing with reasonable excuses.

"I have no intention of making money with my healing powers."

Of course, Jina looked thoroughly disappointed.

"...So Oppa actually thinks about things? I didn't think you were capable of that."

"What?"

"It's hard when you try to take the long way around instead of the easy path. Then how are we going to make money?"

When I showed my firm resolve, Jina gave up cleanly. Honestly, I was a bit surprised.

"You said you didn't want to do that."

When I gaped at her, Jina just shrugged.

"Well, if that's the case, then that's that."

"Kuh-huk!"

I couldn't even lift my head. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Kang Jina!"

"Whoa! Why are you yelling?"

When did she grow up so much?

"Come here!"

"Eek!"

"Stop whining and let go, seriously!"

Maybe it's the puberty, but her choice of words was brutal.

"'Whining' at your Oppa, really."

When I let go of the Jina I’d pulled into a hug, she looked at me as if I were pathetic.

"So, are you just going to keep looking for part-time jobs?"

"How did you know?"

"I've been watching you all day, how could I not know? Mom and Dad probably noticed, too."

Don't tell me the whole family knows.

"Kuh-huk!"

"Stop it."

"Okay."

Jina applied silent pressure before I could start another melodrama.

"Or, is there no other way to make money with your abilities? What kind of abilities do you have, anyway?"

Abilities, huh...

Actually, I don't know much about this power myself. It's not a power that can be easily defined. If I had to say, it's a power that twists the very providence of the world.

Of course, even when I had my full strength, I couldn't just twist providence at will. If I could have handled that power, I would have opened a rift myself to return to Earth. And for that reason, Oranis designed several specific Authorities for me.

Simply put, the source of my power and my Authorities are the same, but the areas I can manipulate are limited.

So, after much deliberation, my answer was:

"Holding my breath for a long time? Actually, I can live without breathing."

Smack!

Jina smacked my back, clearly thinking my hard-earned answer was a joke.

"Not some weird ability like that!"

"Ugh. Ah, that's possible. I can exorcise ghosts or help them pass on."

But maybe that was the right answer.

At my offhand remark, Jina's face, which had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been cold, stiffened with tension in an instant.

"Gh-ghosts? They're real? That's ridiculous. How can ghosts exist?"

Hmm, so she's scared.

"How do you fix the horizontal coordinate system! It's a lie! Where would ghosts even be!"

"Horizontal coordinate system? What's that?"

"How can you even see them?"

Even though a miracle of nature was standing right in front of her, Jina was still trying to prove the phenomenon through logic. I suppose that wouldn't just be my sister; anyone would try to interpret it through human standards. Perhaps it was because of the fear that comes from the unknown.

"How do I see them? I just see them."

"That makes no sense..."

"Then does it make sense that I can live without breathing?"

Jina looked like she couldn't believe it, but she didn't press me any further.

A moment later.

Jina, who had been pale, spoke in an excited, high-pitched tone.

"Then, how about you try doing YouTube or streaming with your ability to exorcise ghosts?"

Streaming?

I immediately frowned.

"It sounds grand, but it's not actually dramatic like in the movies."

Most spirits just disappear after a few words of conversation to resolve their grudges. Even if it's an evil spirit, it can't exert physical force on someone who can't see it. Even if a spirit with a deep grudge could, it would be at a very weak level. Like, tapping on a window or something. It's not threatening at all.

Of course, it's a different story for someone who can see them.

Regardless, there was absolutely no way an evil spirit could put me in danger. So I was indifferent, but...

"Just try it, come on!"

I was quite taken aback. Was she always this passionate?

Jina stuck to my side and continued.

"I'll help you. Okay? So just try it."

But a student's duty is to study.

"You? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You're a student, you should be studying. I'll figure out the money, so you just focus on your studies."

I refused nicely, but the answer I got back was shocking.

"Study? Are you serious?"

"I'm dead serious."

"Oppa, the only way to turn my life around is to leech off you. And I'm not confident I'll do well even if I study. When you think about it, my life was ruined because of you, so you have to take responsibility."

"Ah."

I was left speechless by my sister's sheer audacity.

***

That dawn.

Kang Jina swallowed hard and stuck close to Kang Jinwoo's back. She held her phone in one hand.

"O-Oppa. Are you sure this is the place?"

"I saw it while taking a walk around the neighborhood before. If it hasn't gone anywhere, it should be here."

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Only the sound of their footsteps echoed through the silent, abandoned building.

'Ugh, get a grip.'

Kang Jina gulped and captured her brother's back on her phone screen. Then, she immediately started the broadcast.

(Stream Title) Newbie BJ's Haunted House Exploration!

As it was the first broadcast, it was normal for there to be no viewers. However, perhaps the words "newbie" and "haunted house" piqued the interest of those watching internet broadcasts, and chat messages began to pop up one by one.

"Ah, hello! I'm BJ Jina, and I'm starting my broadcast from today. I'm here at a haunted house with my Oppa, so please support me!"

"Oh, wait? Yes? It's a haunted house in the neighborhood, so we just came in... do we need permission...? Oppa, we should probably leave..."

That was when it happened.

"Ah, there it is."

Kang Jinwoo, who had been walking leisurely down the hallway, suddenly stopped. He turned around, looked at Kang Jina's phone, and whispered lowly.

"Reveal yourself."

At that moment, a black figure appeared on the phone screen.

Kang Jina, who had been watching the phone, and even the chat room, which had been scrolling with messages, fell into an instant silence.

"Th-that, what is that?"

As Kang Jina opened her mouth, the chat messages started flooding in as if they’d been waiting.

"It-it's not staged!"

Despite her desperate explanation, the viewers' reactions were indifferent. But then.

"Kyaaaack!"

The thing hanging from the ceiling turned its head, and it was caught on camera. Empty eye sockets and a torn mouth. It was a human shape, but a horrific form that could never be called human.

And at that moment.

"Let it be heard."

At Kang Jinwoo's single word, the sound of someone gasping for air began to reach not only Kang Jina but the viewers as well.

Bang!

"Eek!"

Kang Jina trembled and squeezed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her eyes shut.

Meanwhile, Kang Jinwoo glanced at the chat window and smirked.

"Staged, you say?"

He pointed back at the thing hanging from the ceiling on the screen.

"Come closer and say hello to the viewers."

Thud.

Like a doll with its strings cut, it fell from the ceiling to the floor.

"Hiiik!"

The moment Kang Jina stepped back in surprise, the screen shook violently. That was because the thing on the floor had dropped to all fours and was rushing toward the camera in an instant.

Soon, its face filled the screen. Something black writhed inside the empty eye sockets. The torn mouth opened at an angle no human could achieve.

[Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii—!]

At the same time, a bizarre laughter spread.

"Kyaaaaaaack!"

Crash!

The phone Kang Jina dropped tumbled on the floor. The screen went dark.

Naturally, the chat room was instantly covered in fear and confusion over the bizarre sight they had seen for the first time in their lives. The viewers were desperate for an explanation.

That was when it happened.

"I fixed it."

The dark screen showed the inside of the abandoned building again.

"The phone almost broke. Do you believe me now?"

It was Kang Jinwoo who picked up the phone that had been tumbling on the floor. He wiped the camera lens with his sleeve and glanced at the panicked chat window.

The excited viewers demanded that Kang Jinwoo show it to them properly again. But in this world, nothing is free.

"For free?"

Kang Jinwoo didn't blink an eye at the barrage of demands from the viewers. He just smiled at the screen.

"I think I've shown you everything I can. Time to donate, right?"

It was the monumental first broadcast of a great BJ who would later write the history of internet streaming.