Large Server
After I got the nickname "Wayong,"
thanks to Gang Cheolton, my viewers ticked up a bit, but my life didn't change much.
"Should we try another spot?"
I mean, it was just a brief encounter for a day, right?
We hadn't even crossed paths again.
I'm a wandering angler who keeps switching spots, and he's a busy guy anyway.
So I just enjoyed the server, happy with the slight viewer bump, no big thoughts.
Like that, a day passed, then two, then a week.
Unfortunately, with my main job, I couldn't log in every day.
"Yawn... I'm here."
Still, I squeezed in time when I could and streamed diligently.
Do these viewers know? That I force myself to nap after morning schedules to stream at night.
"Ahem, sorry. My alarm didn't go off."
...Well, of course not. I never told them.
"FYI, I worked, came home, and slept, so no comparisons."
"Then go to bed already. Gotta work tomorrow."
"Whoops, sorry. Just woke up, brain's not firing yet."
Oh right, I was late. I hit 'em with a quick dogeza.
Fun fact: My Wayo character, worth tens of millions, even has a dogeza emote.
"Anyway, time to head to work?"
Yeongdo, huh.
...Honestly, I don't wanna play it. They keep sending weird stuff.
"Yeongdo? Lemme think."
I pretended to mull it over and fired up the now-familiar game.
It felt awkward at first.
But two weeks in, it's like home.
"Logging in."
Server loaded, same old view.
My black van parked alone at the serene fishing spot.
"Nah, couldn't. Does that thing even spawn? Never seen it once."
Honestly, I've made plenty of cash now.
Bet the city's full of fun stuff to spend it on.
But this damn garfish.
I just wanna catch it once.
That'd be ascension for real.
"If I catch it, I'll quit fishing for good."
"Rel...?"
"Kidding, kidding."
I sat on the fishing chair and tuned the radio.
"Things are getting rough these days."
The server's plenty ripe now, I guess.
Radio's all war talk 24/7.
Oh, and that Gang Cheolton guy from before? He pops up on the radio now and then.
Word is, he's the boss of the Iron Gang, one of the city's biggest syndicates.
No wonder the name sounded so grand.
Knew he was a gangster, but boss level? Whoa.
But the radio made it sound pretty grim.
Massive crackdown, huh.
Even a big gang can't shrug that off unscathed.
"Aw, Iron Gang's done for."
"If I catch the garfish, I'll go donate."
"This spot's got the best odds, supposedly."
FYI, this is that lake from a week ago, after looping around.
Where I met Gang Cheolton.
Internet sleuthing confirmed: best spawn rate here.
If it's a probability war no matter where I go... might as well camp the highest odds.
"Please spawn today."
Anyway, I held position and kept fishing.
"Oof, dark times."
Still, guy's got a connection.
I switched off the doom-and-gloom Iron Gang radio.
"Whoa, hairtail! Aw... just a Spanish mackerel."
Not garfish tier, but I reeled in some pricey Spanish mackerel too.
Decent haul overall.
Viewers, since we're on a big server,
probably want their streamer diving into the city drama, becoming the protag.
But honestly? This ain't bad.
A big RP server's like a movie or drama with streamers as the cast.
Not everyone can be the lead.
A side character off the main stage? Can have its own charm sometimes.
"Huh? Jiraiya vs. Itachi? Answer's obvious."
I kinda like bantering with viewers like this too.
"Jiraiya-sensei wins, obviously."
"Itachi fans always assume perfect health..."
So I kept fishing, thinking this vibe was fine.
Then—
rustle, rustle.
A noise from behind.
"Hm?"
I paused the debate and turned.
"Wayong-sensei~ You around?"
"Huh?"
The Iron Gang boss Gang Cheolton, who'd been all over the radio hours ago,
emerged from the bushes.
The Iron Gang was finished.
They nearly owned the city once, but rival Rabbit Crew teamed with cops for a huge sweep.
Most execs scattered, and boss Gang Cheolton lost his crew, barely escaping the city.
"Ah, we're screwed..."
"How? From this backwater."
Gang Cheolton, Iron Gang boss, lit a cig.
Car got wrecked fleeing cops.
After tumbling down a hill, it was scrap. Now on foot.
"No one to call..."
So on the map's edge road,
he trudged, staring at his contacts.
Prime days, anyone came running.
Now? Crew's saving their own skins, others cut ties.
"Sigh... no cars even pass here."
He held back "I'm exhausted."
Not streamer-friendly.
Viewers weren't ready to quit.
Makes sense—nurtured the org for two weeks together.
Hard to believe it crumbled overnight.
And yeah, he figured a city return meant comeback potential.
But here he was, alone in this godforsaken spot with roads in name only.
"Lake nearby, but how to get wheels?"
No traffic, map shows just the lake.
At least he'd been here—knew the path.
Why'd he come? Chasing a runaway underling... oh.
"Right, Wayong-sensei. Still around?"
Recalling the past, he thought of that angler nearby.
Young woman's voice, but clicked weirdly well. Odd one.
"It's right ahead. Shall we?"
Thinking of the angler sparked a story for this 12-year vet streamer.
Iron Gang boss lived flashy.
Fell hard, ended up a fisherman—
No main hero spot, but solid ending?
Every protag needs a villain exit like this.
"Tch, if cops hadn't colluded."
So he trudged,
smoking his last cigs, crossing woods to the lake.
Odds of Wayong there? Low, but the pathos fit.
Still, hoped he was.
Luckily, familiar voice from inside.
Low but pleasant voice made Gang Cheolton—no, streamer Kang Seok—chuckle.
"Haha."
Hoped, but really there?
Server's at war—why fish here?
If him, he'd prowl city for clips. No broadcast greed?
Or just detached from streaming.
Makes sense—streaming as life is the oddity.
"Wayong-sensei~ You around?"
Glad anyway, he stepped into the spot.
Scene unchanged from a week ago.
Black van, scattered gear and cooler.
Vast lake opening the chest.
And
one angler just standing.
"What brings you here?"
"Haha! Came to fish."
"I listen to the radio, y'know..."
Wayong pointed at it sharply.
"Can you stay here?"
"...Ahem."
"All gone to shit, so learning to fish."
"Ah, gotcha."
Wayong nodded calmly at "gone to shit."
"Fishing ain't easy, though."
"Nothing in life's easy."
"True. So what happened?"
She unfolded a spare chair, asked.
"Lend you a rod—spill."
"Boring story."
"Rich guy falls—how's that boring?"
"...Fine."
Even he thought it was entertaining.
Took the rod, spilled the tale.
Cops and rivals teamed up.
Ambushed, pushed out—he fled here.
Underlings resisting, but half-over, no stealth city entry.
"Then thought of you, came."
"Hm..."
Wayong went quiet after the long sob story of quitting for fishing.
Pondering advice?
Exciting potential.
Voice young, but peer-like vibe.
Sharp too—expected good words, waited.
But
"They say even if the rich fall, three generations thrive."
"Huh?"
"Got cash left?"
Outta left field.
...Cash?
"What, start a business?"
Teasing his old businessman bit?
Chuckled.
"Sadly, new-money poor. One car and done."
"That's plenty."
"What?"
"Late hour, remote spot, but..."
Wayong set down her rod.
Flipped off her ever-perched sunglasses properly.
BAM!!
"Double fare plus surcharge—deal?"
She smacked the van.
"...Ain't you an angler?"
"Taxi driver too?"
...That a taxi?
Kang Seok gawked at the black van.
No hesitation, though.
"Gonna pass?"
No taxis this hour here—
With his streamer tenure, no way he'd refuse.