Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: It's Not a Self-Deprecating Broadcast
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The new sun had already climbed to midday by the time I sat down on the coffin.
I hadn't slept a wink, probably due to the shocking and ruthless update.
Before starting the stream, I drafted the complaint first.
Fortunately, complaints for voice-based sexual harassment could be filed easily online.
The process wasn't complicated, so I managed it alone without any hitches.
With VR games advancing, incidents like these had apparently surged, leading to a user-friendly system where you just filled out the standard form.
I left the perpetrator's details blank for Nonong Tanya, but the police and the game company would handle that.
Hwarang had promised to help with the lawsuit, so Universe would provide her personal information.
[I'm going to turn this little island into Jeju Island.]
After finishing the complaint, I logged into the virtual reality world.
Even if I lay back in bed, I doubted I'd fall asleep, so I planned to make up for the lost sleep with VR's pseudo-rest feature.
As soon as I turned on the stream and entered the healing game, my mind sharpened.
My favorite healing game, My Little Island. White citrus blossoms were blooming on my personal Jeju Island within the game.
『Greetings, honorable ones~』
『A bit late today, huh?』
『Honorable sleep~』
『Davai davai』
"Nice to see you, comrades. Come on in, everyone. But davai is a farewell greeting."
『Davai means goodbye lololol』
『She said... comrades...』
『Oh lol, our fan name is comrades??』
『Her concept is rock solid lol』
"Ah, do you not like being called comrades by any chance?"
『No lol it's weird but I like it lol』
『As long as she doesn't call us dongmu, it should be fine?』
『Comrade girl!!!!』
『The red flavor is too cute lolol』
"I'm glad. Then I'll call you comrades from now on."
While chatting with the viewers, I checked out the work clothes I was wearing.
A white T-shirt, blue overalls, and a straw hat—comfortable attire.
It felt like I'd become an ordinary country girl, and only now could I breathe easy.
With a faint smile, I headed toward the pile of citrus saplings.
『Look at all those saplings lololol』
『Citrus... more citrus....!!』
『When's she gonna plant all those lololol』
『Recruit slaves with viewer participation lol』
"Too many? I invested all my starting funds to buy them. Still, I'll plant them all by myself."
『Jeju Island isn't far off!!!』
『Why citrus trees of all things lolol』
『Sukka's healing = making Jeju Island』
『But why does she love Jeju Island so much?』
"What? Jeju Island is great. Beautiful, warm, peaceful. It's heaven compared to Siberia. I've always wanted to go there."
I replied while looking around the scenery.
Saying I wanted to vacation on Jeju Island wasn't just stream talk—it was sincere.
I'd dreamed of Jeju Island ever since my time on the Eastern Front.
Escaping that horrific hell, returning to my homeland Korea. If possible, to a beautiful, warm, peaceful resort. Jeju Island had come to mind from that very hope.
But sadly, I'd never been there.
With my PTSD, I probably never would.
So, I had no choice but to create it with my own hands.
Cherishing that warm dream in my heart, I began planting trees diligently.
『No Frontline Archive today?』
『Sukka!! Digging like that will bury you since you're short!!』
『Frontline Archive got its WWII update today』
『Sukka comrade digging trenches again, forgetting her goal lol』
Lost in planting trees, my viewer count was climbing.
It was afternoon now, and viewers were gathering.
The early birds were enjoying it without complaint, but the latecomers naturally wanted Frontline Archive.
My diehard fans seemed worried about my well-being, while others craved the thrill.
Still, they were all my comrades, so it didn't bother me.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead and responded to the chat.
"I saw the update notice too. But WWII is too scary. I won't join because of my trauma."
『A red soldier dodging total war? What??』
『How old are you to have WWII trauma lolol』
『It's fine hehe just do what you want hehe』
『Papasha's gonna skyrocket this time, you sure you wanna miss it??』
"I believe my comrades will make good use of Papasha. In a WWII setting, it'll perform great even without leg meta."
『Right lol WWII means no body armor lol』
『Saved Papasha with CPR just in time for WWII update lololol』
『Nah~ I'll just pick Germans and use MP40~』
┗ Chat deleted due to block.
"Traitors turning to the enemy get blocked. Don't even joke about it."
『ㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷㄷ』
『Instant execution without Gulag lololol』
『Sukka takes no prisoners』
『Filthy fascist touched Sukka's reverse scale!!!』
Viewer reactions split into two camps.
The type saying, "I'll follow you no matter what game," and the type insisting, "Sukka can't avoid WWII."
Even the ones pushing Frontline Archive weren't malicious.
They had a Soviet concept, so why skip the Eastern Front? Trauma from war, but WWII should be okay, right? They said things like that because they didn't know my circumstances.
Viewers had no idea my trauma stemmed from the Eastern Front. They didn't know playing Frontline Archive now would worsen my PTSD.
I couldn't just come out and tell them, so for now, silently planting citrus trees seemed best.
【Jäger donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Heard Total War Mode went full WWII too〕
As I tried to subtly dodge, one viewer finally sent a donation message.
They must have figured chat alone wouldn't sway me.
Luckily, it wasn't outright demanding, so no pressure.
I replied to the donor while moving a citrus sapling.
"Jäger... nim? Thanks for the donation. I've heard about Total War Mode too. But it's too scary-looking, so I can't."
Total War Mode was Frontline Archive's flagship content.
A massive game mode where global users joined in real-time—basically a virtual war in the VR world.
Only one life per day, no gamey elements for high immersion.
Fighting alongside hordes of NPCs made it feel like real war, earning rave reviews.
But those were exactly the reasons I avoided it.
The more it mimicked real war, the more my PTSD would rage.
Viewers, however, wanted me to shine there too.
Amid the Total War chatter, another calm donation popped up.
【Jäger donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Eastern Front is perfectly recreated, you really not gonna?〕
"Yeah, I don't really want to. It might worsen my PTSD. Sorry if you were looking forward to it."
【Jäger donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Too bad... There's an NPC I wanted to show you...〕
"Huh? An NPC you wanted to show me?"
【Jäger donated 1,000 coins!】
〔There's a woman in the Eastern Front NPCs who looks just like Ttalgwi〕
"......"
I froze at the unexpected message.
The sapling slipped from my hands, thudding onto the dirt.
Frontline Archive's Eastern Front had an NPC resembling Ttalgwi.
It couldn't be—no, it shouldn't be—but in this moment, only one person came to mind.
Emotions boiled over, my fists clenching.
Head bowed, I quietly asked the donor.
"Do you... happen to know that NPC's name...?"
Desperate hope it wasn't her, tangled with faint expectation.
Caught in the emotional whirlwind, I waited silently.
Soon, the donor named Jäger sent a name.
One I never wanted to hear right now—but hadn't forgotten for a second.
【Jäger donated 1,000 coins!】
〔Ирина Морозова〕
Irina Morozova (Ирина Морозова).
The barely suppressed emotions finally slipped from my grasp.