Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Good News and Bad News
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Good news and bad news—which one do you want to hear first?
It's one of those questions everyone hears at least once in life, and it's one of the types I hate the most.
The reason is that, no matter which you pick, both are probably bad news when you get right down to it.
If that's the case, why not just spit it out plainly from the start?
Dangling the carrot of "good news" first to build expectations, only to smack you upside the head with the bad.
It was nothing short of a vicious question.
And right now, the heavens had thrown that question at me.
I'd clearly asked to turn back time... Well, let's hear it out anyway, so I started with the good news.
Good news: the spike in your sensitivity isn't your mind gradually turning into a woman's!
For starters, it really was good news.
Lately, I'd been so sensitive it felt alien even to me.
Overreacting to community reactions I'd normally shrug off,
and crumbling that hard over a few failed reinforcements was downright weird.
To the point where I seriously wondered if my mind and Lee Min-ji's were merging.
It was an experience unpleasant enough to spark those thoughts.
If that had been all, it would've been nice... Sadly, questions like this always end with both being bad news.
Bad news: but the reason is your period!
...Something like that.
The recent sensitivity,
getting emotional over something trivial like no praise,
and bawling my eyes out over failed reinforcements.
All of it... were just 'precursors.'
What a mess.
Of course, those two pieces of news weren't some divine query.
Gods aren't the type to answer human prayers with that kind of tender care, after all.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ [What the heeeell?!]
[Aaaah! It huuuurts!]
...Pastor Kim would've given me a knuckle sandwich on the crown of my head if he heard that, but facts are facts.
[Pleeeease huuuuh pleeeease giiiive it baaaack..!]
I'd prayed just like that yesterday, but no answer came...
Reality is cold and cruel.
Anyway, so if you're wondering who delivered that good and bad news—
Well, it was just...
I woke up to find the bedsheet soaked bright red.
I stared at it blankly for ages before finally grasping the situation.
'That time' had come again.
"Fuck, really..."
The refreshing morning I should've greeted with a satisfying stretch turned into a sticky sensation and throbbing pain from below.
Really... truly, fucking—no... damn, really... the absolute shittiest morning of my life.
I hadn't checked the calendar properly or worn a pad ahead of time, so yeah, my bad...
But expecting that foresight from someone who's only been a woman for a month or so feels a bit harsh, doesn't it?
"Hoo..."
In this mess, who do I blame? Can't even resent the god who suddenly made me a woman.
So I tried to get up and handle the cleanup, but felt something slimy and gross trickling from below.
"Ew."
Guessing the culprit, I bolted straight to the bathroom.
I chucked the pajama shorts and panties into the corner as-is and rinsed my lower half with warm water.
Glancing at the discarded undies on the way... yeah...
"...Gotta toss these."
When I was a guy, I never got the whole "underwear is consumable" thing.
But seeing them stained that vivid red? Now I do.
No way I can wear 'em again, even washed.
In truth, it's science—bacteria breed over time, best to replace every six months.
Unfortunately, Lee Min-ji was utterly clueless about such basics.
Anyway, after washing up and grabbing a pad from the vanity where I'd tossed it before, I slapped it on—
"Ugh..!"
And like it was lying in wait, a stabbing pain like an awl jabbing my lower belly hit hard.
'Yeah, fuck. Thanks a bunch. For waiting.'
Believe it or not, I was sincerely grateful.
If it'd struck a little sooner, I'd have been doubled over naked from the waist down in the bathroom.
Just holding off till I dried off and got the pad on? Truly considerate.
"Ah, aaah... fucking hell it huuurts..."
Whoever said humans adapt to anything, that pain fades with time, time heals all wounds—that asshole.
Definitely a guy. If he'd felt this, those words never would've left his mouth.
This shit? You don't adapt. You just surrender.
"Ugh.. bed.. gotta get.. to bed.."
Quick, somehow haul ass to bed, curl up, and brace for total war with the cramps.
One hand clutching my lower belly, shuffling awkwardly—anyone watching would've thought "does she gotta poop?"—rubbing my gut, staggering to the bedside—
"...Ahh.."
The bed came into view: sheets and blankets soaked bright red, total disaster zone.
This... means washing it all again.
"Really.. really.. why me.."
Fucking sucks.
Blame the heightened sensitivity again?
Tears welled up.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Team Nice Squad was one of the entrants in Ias's PVP tournament, aka ICK.
A team made up entirely of streamers who mained Ias on their channels.
That gave them high visibility and solid popularity among Ias players, but it came with a fatal flaw too.
Strategy leaks.
Other teams could practice and plan in secret, but Nice Squad streamed right through the tournament.
Opponents could spy and copy their strats if they wanted.
They started at a disadvantage from the jump.
That's why Nice Squad always carved out an hour or two pre-stream for strategy huddles.
Prep time for genuine anti-stream tactics no one else could predict.
The gong strat from Gregory's Ghost Island? One of those exact anti-stream plays.
"Then how about this map today, and circles in round 3?"
["That doesn't sound bad."]
This moment was anti-stream prep too.
Debating map picks and ops for the 2nd prelims kicking off in an hour.
"Um.."
Suha Yam kept fretting over Nice, who was extra quiet today.
'What do I do...'
Suha knew the gist of yesterday's drama.
Despite no-mention rules for other streamers, justice-warrior cuckoos always blab "gotta spread the word!" everywhere.
Thanks to them, she knew Nice had bombed her reinforcement stream yesterday, bawled in frustration, and rage-quit like she was fleeing.
...Even the part where she got caught writing her own praise post on the community, deleted it in a panic, and bolted.
[Whaaa..! This is too muuuch..!]
The Nice sobbing her heart out was way off her usual vibe...
But Suha figured she'd cry too after nine straight mythic fails.
Still, that crying face... kinda cute.
'But... with Min-ji's personality—'
She wasn't the type to clam up like this.
Embarrassing for sure, but Nice wasn't one to wilt over that.
Suha might've gone dark for a day from shame,
but Min-ji bounced back fast from mental hits.
The Min-ji she knew would've strutted out like "Psh! Shit happens!"—not moping like this.
Impossible not to worry.
But Suha wasn't clueless enough to blurt "What's wrong?" outright.
No tact in streaming? Career suicide.
[Suha Yam: Um.. oppa]
[Suha Yam: Nice, y'know.. doesn't she seem off?]
But she knew stewing solo helped no one.
Couldn't tackle prelims like this, and stream was imminent—needed the scoop on Nice at minimum.
Figuring she should loop in team lead Eder, Suha fired off a private message mid-meeting—
[Eder: I sense it too..]
[Eder: Um... yeah, this...]
Eder knew something was wrong too.
Married guy radar evolves for survival.
Clueless husbands don't last.
He'd outlasted plenty.
[Eder: Wait it out]
["Hmmm.."]
Instinct said give her space till she chilled herself.
But blind waiting wasn't an option.
Tourney soon—fix Nice's funk first.
["Um, Nice, everything okay?"]
Eder steeled up and broke the ice awkwardly.
["...Huh? Uh, no... n-nothing... really.."]
Anyone could've heard Min-ji's "Something's up, but tough to say" vibe.
["You're super quiet, voice sounds rough. Something's wrong, right?"]
["Mm.. no really.. I'm f-fine."]
["We're a team—no stream on, so spill easy."]
["Right, right!"]
["Ughh.."]
Even as the squad's punching bag, Eder's woman-soothing patter wasn't newbie stuff.
Hard-earned survival tech from wife whacks.
Unleashing his ace, Eder's smooth talk started cracking Min-ji's ironclad walls—
["It's cool, let it out."]
["W-well, truth is I..."]
He got her to unload, but...
["Period pains.."]
Now for a whole new snag.
Her silence? Cramps too brutal to talk through.
["..Huh?"]
"...Eh?"
Knowing the reason reframed everything.
The bro comforting his worried lil sis?
Nah—now a scumbag digging into her hidden period.
Suha pounced on the chance.
"Wow, oppa, total trash."
["Ah, no, how's this my fault.. wait, you..!"]
Sure, she'd fed him to the wolves, but her troll tolerance was thin.
Oh, and Lee Min-ji?
["Hic... tried not to say... meanie.."]
Pain or no, she couldn't resist the troll chaos.
In the end,
["Ugh.. sorry for real.."]
Eder ate trash status again.
Outsiders might call it rich—a married dude clutching flowers at tourney.
But to Eder, those "flowers" were poison ivy. Pure injustice.
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