Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Not a Self-Deprecating Stream
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“Everyone, good work in today’s meeting too. I’m off to start streaming then.”
“Yeah... Good luck with the stream...”
“Don’t forget to leave my stalker alone. If Universe interferes, he’ll get even more vicious. Reporting him to the police won’t lead to much punishment either. You know why, right?”
“Got it... I almost did something stupid...”
The next day, after wrapping up another meeting with Universe, I logged out of the special server.
Since Uncle Han Jin-tae had brought up Katzenjäger again, I’d made it clear that they should just prepare the lawsuit paperwork and monitor him.
I had no intention of forgiving what he’d done to (former) Victoria, but in a way, that guy was also a victim of the Eastern Battlefield incident.
So before Korea’s soft laws could deal with him, I wanted to meet him in person and settle things myself.
Of course, for Shin Ara’s sake and mine, we couldn’t ban Katzenjäger’s account either.
If the guy couldn’t play the game anymore, he’d come sniffing around like last time, which would be even more of a hassle.
[Gulag Release Notification.]
Soon after, I connected to my personal server and started the stream.
But without broadcasting the game screen or audio yet, I put up the high-quality waiting screen the PR team leader had sent.
Until yesterday, I’d jumped straight into the game the moment the stream went live, but late-joining viewers always felt left out.
So now that I had this top-notch waiting screen, I figured I’d make good use of it.
Caring about even these little details—how very big-corp of them.
I’d finally shed my indie streamer skin and become a full-fledged corporate streamer.
『Hey!!!! Open the door!!!!』
『Oㅋㅋㅋ Waiting screenㅋㅋㅋ』
『The comrade who went to Gulag for sexual harassment hasn’t come back ㅜㅜ』
『⬤▅▇█▇▆▅▄▄▄▇ ?』
『Agh!!! Sukka learned some weird shit again!!!』
『Open the door quick and explain the sexual harassment incident!!』
But the viewers’ reactions weren’t great.
It was the backlash from turning the stream on after nearly 20 hours since the sexual harassment ban.
Still, the ears of a corporate streamer are deaf to the cries of the masses.
I ignored all their provocations like the aloof adult I’d become overnight.
As I sat there, Hwarang—who hadn’t made the meeting—sent a manager chat.
I perched on a crate of supplies and read it.
[Hwarang: As requested, Irina and Yelena have been set as essential NPCs.]
[Hwarang: Full-scale war will align with Eastern Battlefield time starting as early as today.]
[Hwarang: We’ll keep monitoring Sukka’s stream on our end.]
Full-scale war aligning with Eastern Battlefield time as early as today.
That was basically saying France would surrender to Germany before the day was out.
Even after the “Escape the 6 Weeks of France” push, it was hard to believe they were folding this fast.
Of course, the players had access to “WWII gear without any broken mechanics,” so it was only natural.
From now on, it meant our Red Army would be facing off against the Germans.
The thought of running into King Tigers right from the start of the Barbarossa had my bladder feeling iffy already.
[Kukudas: Hi Hwarang, Sukka told me all about the meeting yesterday.]
[Kukudas: Heard Sukka’s officially Universe’s exclusive streamer now—any thoughts on official debut timing?]
As I quietly rubbed my lower belly, another manager chat popped up from my other handler.
The annoying big sis who, right after I confessed I hated ghosts last night, spent until I fell asleep telling me spooky stories.
She’d promised not to tease, so it was ridiculous.
I’d pinched her as hard as I could since she seemed to enjoy the poking.
[Hwarang: Sukka’s official debut is set for after the holiday break. Need time to make the profile for the official homepage too.]
[Hwarang: Announcement goes up today, I heard. As the first member of the inaugural class, you’ll get tons of attention.]
[Kukudas: You’ll assign a capable manager too, right? I can’t handle chat while working.]
[Kukudas: Sukka’s chill about sexual harassment, so boundary-pushing chats pop up sometimes. Viewers are hyped now since the stream hasn’t started.]
[Hwarang: Of course, we’ll assign a manager and even a video editor.]
[Hwarang: But our assigned manager handles scheduling mainly. I recommend picking your own chat moderator.]
[Kukudas: Just scheduling?]
[Kukudas: Managing stream schedules doesn’t need that much manpower, does it?]
[Hwarang: Universe’s partner program will expand into various ventures. Plans to nurture VR streamers and even VR idols.]
[Hwarang: We explained this when Sukka signed the contract. It’s all specified in the signed document.]
[Kukudas: Turning Sukka into an idol...]
[Kukudas: Our Sukka can’t sing...]
[Hwarang: Oh dear...]
[Hwarang: But I heard Sukka will focus on VR acting gigs...]
“Ugh...”
I stuck out my duckbill lips and looked away from the manager chat.
I hadn’t expected Shin Ara to join Stalin in dissing my singing.
Of course, Hwarang’s words were exactly what I’d heard and agreed to during contract signing.
Universe had definitely said they’d nurture partner streamers into VR idols and actors.
Something about virtual reality making concert venues and shoots free.
It sounded like a flop to me, so I’d just nodded along with a vague “I see” and signed.
But bringing up pie-in-the-sky business while calling me tone-deaf?
It wasn’t wrong, unfortunately, but I couldn’t just let it slide.
[Sukka: I’m no idol, but I sing pretty well actually. And sis hasn’t even heard me sing.]
[Kukudas: I did—when you were drunk last time... Guess the tape broke and you don’t remember...]
Oh no, unexpected counterattack.
So that’s when the info slipped.
[Sukka: No bonding between managers, please?]
[Kukudas: Sorry...]
[Hwarang: My bad!]
[Sukka: Alright, time to start the stream then.]
[Kukudas: Yeah! Fighting!]
[Hwarang: Go get ‘em!]
Having no choice but to flex my power, I squished my duckbill lips back in.
Viewers had piled up plenty now—it was time for the real show.
But first, I changed out of the clothes I’d bought with Yelena into my uniform.
I couldn’t dirty these up since they were meant as Yelena’s summer outfit originally.
Back in full combat gear, I hit the broadcast button.
Bonus: reciting the opening line the PR team leader had insisted on.
“Al-lo comrade, good afternoon.”
『─────▄▌▐▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▌
───▄▄██▌█ Explain the sexual harassment first
▄▄▄▌▐██▌█ Do the dodge naked
███████▌█▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▌
▀(⊙)▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀(⊙)▀』
┗ Chat blocked and deleted.
“For starters, that truck driver’s off to the Gulag. Perfect timing—spot just opened up since I got out.”
『Timing godㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ』
『Finally out!!!』
『Was Gulag cold?』
『Sexual harasser’s powerㄷㄷㄷ』
“It was a false accusation—I popped in and out real quick. The harassment warning was a total misunderstanding.”
『We’ll know if you try skinship with Irina lol』
『Irina warning? Fair. Yelena? You’re doneㅋㅋ』
『Let’s go meet Irina quickㅋㅋㅋ』
『Legal farm vs illegal farm』
“Yeah, got it. Heading into full-scale war then.”
The wait paid off—the response was electric.
Chat scrolled so fast I couldn’t read it all.
According to the PR team leader, foreign viewers would flood in post-debut. Big trouble.
With Russia’s huge population already as main targets, my eyes were spinning just thinking about it.
In the end, I slapped a time limit on chat and headed to full-scale war.
Chat quieted a bit, but donations lit up instead—no real difference.
“Odessa’s around 7 a.m. now, I guess. Irina and Yelena might still be asleep.”
Soon, early-morning Odessa sprawled before me.
In just a day, the seasons had shifted too—the chilly weather had warmed up.
Streets weren’t caked in mud, so it seemed they’d skipped Siberia’s signature rasputitsa.
German tanks pushing in this week made total sense then.
I decided to leave Odessa ASAP and looked up from the ground.
First stop: Yellow Dune Beach, home of the Morozova sisters.
“Wah!!”
Then someone yanked my shoulder and yelled loud.
Some careless idiot trying to prank-scare me.
But my body moved before my brain caught up.
They’d grabbed the shoulder with my gun slung over—triggered an overreaction.
“Eek!”
Reflexively, I swung a fist at chin level.
Then, heedless of whether it connected, I shouldered my tactical PPSh and aimed.
But no human shape through the sights.
I’d aimed at adult male chest height, yet all I saw was blue sky.
Panicking, someone else yelled urgently to stop me.
A guy in the skull mask I’d drawn myself—Ghost.
“Sukka! Not an enemy!”
“Oh.”
Snapping to, I looked down in shock.
Come to think of it, the startling voice had been a little girl’s.
Sure enough, just below eye level stood a familiar girl.
Blond little one hiccuping in fright—Yelena.
“Hic!”
“Yes, Yelena?”
“S-Sis... tried to kill me...”
“S-Sorry! I got startled and messed up! You okay? Not hurt?”
“V-Victoria sissss!! You almost killed meee!!”
“D-Don’t cry! My bad!”
“Waaah!! Hic! Uw aaaah!!!”
“Uwaaa...”
This damn habit struck again.
I’d nearly tested if Yelena was truly invincible myself.
All that hard-earned goodwill shattered in a second.
I had no choice but to hug the bawling Yelena and grovel.
“C-Came to greet you, hic! And thiiiis!!!!”
“S-Sorry...”
Yeah, I’d blown it.
I wanted to cry too.