Chapter 45
Chapter 45
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: This Isn't a Self-Deprecating Stream
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【ㅇㅇ donated 10,000 coins!】
〔Sukka comrade's Ura Charge made my blood boil red〕
"Thanks for the donation. But blood is already red, isn't it?"
【ㅇㅇ donated 1,000 coins!】
〔She was crying a bit at the end, is she really okay???〕
"Oh, I wasn't crying... Maybe something got in my eye?"
I crouched in the corner of the armory, chatting with viewers.
It had already been 8 hours of streaming, so it was about time to return to the real world.
Ttalgwi and the squad members had stuck around until I calmed down, showering me with praise before leaving.
They'd fully realized Papasha's excellent performance and said they were all going to grab tactical Papashas.
I'd soloed an Easter egg in the game, stylishly dealt with Nonon Tanya's sniping, shown everyone Papasha's capabilities, and even been named MVP of the battle.
On top of that, I'd made friends like Ghost and Wardaddy, so I felt like I'd spent the day incredibly productively.
[Kukudas: Sukka, can I head home and start cooking?]
As I was preparing to end the stream, Shin Ara messaged me in manager chat.
She'd suggested we celebrate my performance with something tasty, but instead of delivery, she was going to cook herself.
Shin Ara's cooking was subjectively and objectively delicious.
I replied in manager chat without hiding my excitement.
[Sukka: Sure, that's fine. But be careful of stalkers.]
[Kukudas: Okay! Don't worry! I'll slip in when there are lots of people around!]
The thought that I wouldn't feel lonely returning to reality brought a smile to my face.
With that, I quickly read through the piled-up donations to wrap up the stream sooner.
Just then, a subtle urinary urgency warning popped up in the corner of my vision.
I'd taken a bathroom break midway, but I'd also drunk water at the same time—that was the cause.
Considering my adorably small bladder, it was best to hurry.
I kept a nonchalant expression as I read the messages.
【ㅇㅇ donated 50,000 coins!】
〔Sukka, snap out of it!!!!〕
"Thanks so much for the 50,000 coins donation. Lots of you were worried about me. I didn't panic, but sorry if I missed any messages."
Reading the donation messages brought back what had happened earlier.
At the time, I'd only felt scared, angry, and sad, but now I could feel the warm support from the viewers belatedly.
On top of that, chats saying 'Today's stream was packed' boosted my confidence.
Through this incident, it felt like our viewers—and Frontline Archive—were starting to warm up to me.
Maybe I could even gather viewers and friends to form my own army.
I smiled proudly, feeling like I'd properly established myself as a streamer.
"Then that's it for today's stream. Thanks for watching, everyone."
『Don't goㅜㅜㅜㅜ』
『What time tomorrow's stream?』
『No closing line for this stream?』
"I haven't set a time yet. But is there something good about a closing line?"
『If you skip the closing, the clingy ones peel off quick lol』
『Sukka's escaping tooㅜㅜ』
『Just say 'see you tomorrow' in Russian?』
"Hmm... In Russian, huh..."
I'd never put much thought into closing lines during my streams so far.
I'd just said things like 'I'm heading out' or 'Thanks for today.'
But having a proper closing line as a full-fledged streamer didn't seem like a bad idea.
A fitting Russian phrase came to mind right then, so I waved to the viewers and said it.
"How about 'Davai' (Давай)?"
『Davai?』
『Waving hands is too cute lol』
『What does it mean?』
"It's an all-purpose word you can use in any situation. For suggesting we do something, for toasting together, or even for goodbyes. How about saying 'Davai' (Давай) when ending streams?"
『It's kinda cute, I like it hehe』
『Yeah, that's totally all-purpose lololol』
『Davai (Давай): Russian 'thingamajig'』
"Th-thinga... That's not it... I think there's a misunderstanding..."
『Thingamajig lololololol』
『Lol now it clicks perfectly lol』
『All-purpose word = thingamajig lololol』
I stared at the chat in bewilderment.
It was because a viewer who usually translated Russian for me had brought up an embarrassing word.
Of course, 'Davai' wasn't entirely unrelated to 'thingamajig.'
But that wasn't what I'd meant, so it was pretty awkward.
At this rate, I'd have to say 'thingamajig' every time I ended a stream.
To change the closing line, I hurriedly pulled out another farewell.
"Uh, let's just do a normal goodbye. How about 'Do vstrechi' (До встречи), which means 'see you later'?"
『Nah lol I want Davai lol』
『Nuuu... that's too long to remember...』
『Davai's way better lololol』
"Ah, why..."
『Davai just sticks perfectly, like the all-purpose vibe』
『Closing line is thingamajig lolol』
『Have to go with Davai lol』
"......"
It looked like it was already too late.
No matter what I said, the viewers seemed determined to yell 'thingamajig.'
And unfortunately, the urinary warning left no time for debate.
Here, the only option was to put out the immediate fire and retreat.
In the end, I stuck out my tongue and went with the escape route.
Pretending nothing was wrong, I gave the closing line to everyone.
"I'm heading out now... Davai, Davai..."
『Davaiii lololol』
『Said it twice lolol』
『Clipped lolololol』
Why did our viewers turn annoying right when they started being likable?
A sigh escaped me at the sight of viewers faithfully obeying the likability conservation law.
After parting with the viewers like that, I immediately started logging out.
The virtual reality before my eyes gradually blurred, replaced by my reflection in the pitch-black lid.
Soon, the coffin lid opened, and a delicious aroma wafted in.
Shin Ara must have already started cooking.
"Victoria? You're up sooner than I thought."
"Ah, yeah. I'm here."
Answering Shin Ara's question, I hurriedly checked between my legs.
Fortunately, my shorts were soft and dry, but the pressure on my stomach sent chills down my spine.
I'd really almost died socially if I'd been even a little later.
I jumped out of the coffin to rush to the bathroom.
"Huh? What's wrong? You okay?"
"Oh, it's nothing."
"Then why are you grunting like that? Are you really fine?"
"No... Could you move aside...?"
"Let me see for a sec!"
"Ah, no... I can't show you this..."
"Huh? Why are you—... Ahh! S-sorry!"
I escaped Shin Ara's grasp and dashed into the bathroom.
I'd worried her needlessly, but at least I'd preserved my underwear's dryness.
After washing my hands and coming out, Shin Ara suddenly handed me a tissue.
But I could just wipe the moisture on my clothes, so I shook my head to say it was fine.
"Huh? Don't need this?"
"Yeah, it's okay. It'll dry on its own."
"......Huh? Dry?"
"But what are you cooking?"
With a much refreshed expression, I asked Shin Ara.
Meat was sizzling in the frying pan, but with all sorts of seasonings out, it was hard to guess the menu.
Shin Ara, who had been staring blankly, resumed cooking.
I stood on tiptoes behind her, watching.
"......You're joking, right?"
"Huh? What joke?"
"Oh, nothing! Trying gochujang pork belly today. Can you handle spicy food, Victoria?"
"Hmm... Not sure right now. Can I taste the seasoning?"
"Sure, one sec."
Shin Ara scooped a bit of the red seasoning onto a spoon.
Then she went 'aaah' and fed it to me.
Tasting the familiar salty spiciness made my eyes snap open.
I couldn't help but jump and yell at the feeling that something was seriously wrong.
"W-wa-water (Voda)!!"
"Huh? S-spicy? That's why?!"
"H-hot (Ostro)!! This is hot (Eto ostro)!!"
"Water?! Water, right?! Hold on!"
"Nyaaaa!!"
It felt like my tongue was on fire.
This must be what it feels like when a white phosphorus round goes off in your mouth.
Tears streamed down from the unfamiliar pain of spiciness.
I stomped my feet, gulping down the water and milk Shin Ara handed me desperately.
"Sip... Haaah..."
"Ahh! Sorry! I added a few peppers, but they were that spicy?!"
"This is too spicy (Eto sli shkom ostro)!! Do you want to kill me (Khotite menya ubit)?!"
"I-I don't know what you're saying, but sorry!"
"It's still spicy (Ono prodolzhaet byt' ostrym)!!"
"Uwaaa!!"
My head was so hot that Korean escaped me.
No, I could think of it, but I didn't want to scream in Korean.
Despite appearances, I was a native Korean who handled spicy food well.
But this damn Victoria body was red to the bone and extremely weak to spice.
The kimchi jjigae last time had been fine, so Shin Ara must have messed up while cooking.
I poured milk into my mouth without caring that my clothes were getting wet.
"Nyaang!!"
It was still spicy.