Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Fun Shopping
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💬 Comments — Dullureuya Did you apply for T-Comm, Noona? "What's T-Comm? Sounds familiar somehow."
— Non-Participating Mayo Rice Triple Community application? You didn't apply? "Oh, that thing? Like a homepage I share with my viewers?"
— Eong Base Meat Eong Eong Yeah, it's like a viewer communication hub. If it's for interacting with viewers like they say, I should probably set it up quick.
"Do I have to apply to use it?"
— dhgkaak Yeah, you gotta apply! Do it! — PushPushPolly There are conditions like replay and clip views, but you passed 'em ages ago lol. "Got it, I'll apply."
I moved the mouse to the link the viewers gave me, and sure enough, it said I met the requirements.
"All set? Applied. Now I'm ending the stream."
— Non-Participating Mayo Rice What? Why so short? Gimme more!! — Wasabi Bean Powder Why? Give us back our stream time! — Reverse Triangle Muscle Noona, let us hear your voice more before you go!! The moment I said I was ending the stream, the viewers banded together, begging me not to go, and I couldn't help but smile without realizing it.
"Guys, why do you like me this much?"
— Dullureuya I can't live without Noona anymore ㅠㅠ — Ariel Land Host, just one more hour! "If I'm doing cam stuff, I gotta dress pretty. I don't have any clothes. I'll wake up early tomorrow and buy some cute ones."
— Broth Addict Kim Broth Teacher Han, get in there before you croak. They nodded at the promise of me dressing up pretty and said their goodbyes.
"Alright, bye-bye. You guys play moderately and get some sleep too."
— Non-Participating Mayo Rice bb bb — Eong Base Meat Eong Eong lmao bye-bye is cute [Stream has ended] Once I turned off the stream, the lively room fell silent, feeling eerily still.
Shaking off the unpleasant vibe, I grabbed a cigarette and headed to the yard, lighting one up.
"Hoo─"
Exhaling smoke while gazing at the sky, the moon was already rising, half-hidden by the haze.
As I smoked, pondering tomorrow's shopping, it hit me—I knew nothing about women's clothes.
"Hmm... When have I ever planned ahead? They'll recommend stuff if I just show up."
Thinking about tomorrow's shopping spree, I stubbed out the cigarette, went back inside, and transferred today's earnings to my account.
"Status window!!"
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 💰 Remaining Balance: 5,040,000 won "Whoa..."
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I remembered having about 100,000 won left after mindlessly leveling up the singing skill, but now it was back up to over 5 million.
"Speaking of, what was that Red guy? Who the hell is he?"
Most viewers donated in thousands or tens of thousands, but this Red Parade dude had dropped well over ten million.
"A million to sing, five million for doing well, another five for the horror game mission..."
Even rough math put it over ten million.
Economic sense beyond a commoner like me.
Curious about the nickname, I searched it—turns out it's a car. Listed online for nearly 7 billion won.
"What the fuck, a car for 7 billion, not even 100 million? Are they insane?"
My mind reeled at a price where selling all my organs wouldn't cover a window.
"Heard of pricey foreign whips at 700 million, but a house on wheels? First time seeing this."
The price was so unreal, it didn't even feel expensive. I closed the tab, showered, and headed to my mattress to sleep.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "A strong, good morning... but it's already 10 a.m."
My morning routine: check phone. Delivery complete message.
"Ordered last night and it's here already. Bullet speed."
Out to the yard, opened the iron gate at the rooftop stairs—package waiting.
Brought it inside, opened it: a cam mount for the monitor, plus a tripod accessory.
Cam for later; tossed it on the desk, got dressed to head out.
"Fuck... gotta buy pants first. These damn clothespins are killing me."
Yanked up the slipping waist, bunched it, clipped with a clothespin, topped with a black bucket hat pressed down tight, and out I went.
Slipping on shoes at the door, spotted a small mirror on the wall—left by previous tenant.
In the reflection: translucent, glowing bright pink hair; voluptuous chest radiating allure; pale skin; and thanks to body adjustment, a doll-like tiny face.
"Damn, she's gorgeous... but that face is a total mess."
Zooming in: tiny face with overly masculine, angular features shoved in.
Trash in a pile blends in; a crack in a sparkling clean mirror stands out worst.
Like God customized a perfect bimbo avatar, soul and all, then spitefully randomized the face at the end.
"Sigh, status window!"
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 👁️ Eyes: [Price: 200,000 won] 👃 Nose: [Price: 100,000 won] 👄 Lips: [Price: 200,000 won] 🎭 Facial Contour: [Price: 100,000 won] Tapping the skills that popped up, prices appeared. Eyes at 200k.
Needed eyes and facial contour most right now.
Glanced up—remaining balance.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 💰 Remaining Balance: 5,040,000 won "Screw it, let's go!"
I tapped and flicked my fingers furiously.
─Crack
"Gah?"
Free chiropractic session resumed; endured the twinge, kept tapping.
[100,000 won] [200,000 won] [400,000 won] [800,000 won] [1,600,000 won] [Remaining Balance: 1,940,000 won] A slight finger twitch, and 100k ballooned sixteenfold to 1.6 million in seconds.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 💰 Remaining Balance: 1,940,000 won ⚔ SKILL ⚔ Facial Contour Lv.5 Facial shape and features harmonize beautifully with the body. [Max Lv] Hitting level 5, the shop said max level, no more buys.
Face now harmonized features perfectly, sharp lines softened into stunning beauty.
"Jawline's gorgeous."
Self-praise slipped out. Is this narcissism?
Reflection showed refined features—oh shit, forgot the mask. Grabbed one from the room, put it on, pressed the hat down, and headed out.
Through the alley to the main street—a taxi dropping off, idling.
"Used to ignore fancy cabs; might as well try one."
Approached, opened the door, sank into plush back seat.
"Sir, Rodeo Street please."
"Yes, ma'am. We're off."
Taxi pulled away; I checked the exact location of the shop I'd planned to hit, when a voice from upfront.
"My goodness. Miss, how's your voice so lovely?"
Looked up from phone: mid-40s female driver, glancing via rearview.
"Thank you."
"Voice like silk, and your hair's so lustrous too."
Out-of-nowhere hair compliment; hand went to strands over shoulder.
"Hmm, pink but doesn't look weird?"
"Oh, all you young folks do it nowadays. That's your generation's style."
"Really?"
"Of course. I pick up tons of young passengers. Girls especially rock wild dyes, but this clear, pretty pink? First time."
Driver's praise felt like validation; grin crept up.
"Thanks. Sir, drop me at that intersection ahead?"
"Yes, here we are. Take care."
"Yes, thank you!"
Bouncy mood; hearty goodbye, stepped out—cool breeze hit my nose.
Midday weekday lunch hour, street still quiet; strolled to the shop I'd scoped.
"Hmm... where is it? Around here..."
Scanning crowded Rodeo Street's shops—not clothes, but accessories and knick-knacks galore.
First catch: duck-face tongs displayed outside.
Slow approach, browsed outdoor accessories.
"Too early for next year, but tempting."
Never dreamed of this when scraping by; now with leisure, mood lifted, leisurely browsing.
"Just looking's fun. This life's perks?"
Life's simple joys mid-accessory gaze; checked a few outside, then inside.
Spotted something: 8-bit glasses toy shades.
Black horn-rimmed sunnies, diagonal white square dot stickers at lens ends.
"Oh, seen these before."
Similar styles, wild price diffs: one cheap toy, other 90k.
Not design justifying it.
Picked both, to counter: clerk nods.
"Boss, why the huge price gap on these?"
"One's a toy; pricey one's real shades with dot print."
"Ah, real sunnies."
"Blocks UV strong too."
"Thanks."
Tried 90k pair at store mirror—face so small, they looked huge.
"Fun."
Posing; soon smitten, gotta have 'em.
Old me would've scoffed at 90k toy shades; feeling the change.
Heart deepening, body striking poses.
"Rag-to-riches flex, that's the phrase."