Chapter 56
Chapter 56
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Ad Preparation
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It had been a long drive in the director's car when a massive building came into view outside the window.
Game company TG. The place most people called TJ or Three Games. A company built by people obsessed with games for games made by games fueled by games.
The Helon Chronicles I'd played even came from here.
"It's really huge."
At my words, the director flashed a proud smile as he pulled into the parking lot.
"We've arrived."
Following the director's lead into the TG headquarters, I saw employees bustling about with ID badges hanging around their necks.
My pink hair, the military jacket draped over my shoulders, and Baekseol clinging to my head drew stares with every step I took.
"This is the exhibition hall."
The building had spaces set up for visitors. As we toured the displays chronicling TG's history, I spotted the Helon Chronicles section.
"I played Helon back in the day."
"Oh, really? How was it?"
"It was super fun. I was dying to slaughter characters watching Helbung waddle around with his sword and shield."
💬 Comments — RoomLeaderFan Room leader, turn on the screen already, this is frustrating! — CozyPocket Heeung~ Leader's pocket is too warm... — ASMRKing Is this ASMR? lololol — NoCamFan TG HQ so no filming lol just listen The director chuckled and explained how Helon had been buffed recently to match the power creep and was pretty solid now.
We wandered around with the director, sightseeing, until we reached the filming studio.
"No one's here."
"The other rooms are in the middle of shoots. This one's for you, Han Ga-eul, once we start filming."
As I chatted with the director in the empty studio, someone entered from behind.
"Hello."
"Come on in, Director."
The man with square glasses and a stern look exchanged greetings with the director.
"This is Han Ga-eul, our promotional model for Panic Field this time."
"Hello. I'm Han Ga-eul."
The director stared blankly at me before snapping out of it and greeting me back.
"Oh, sorry! I'm the director in charge of this ad shoot. I've never worked with someone as stunning as you before. I thought you stepped out of a game. Director, we need to start filming ASAP. This is gonna be a massive hit."
He poured out excited words in response.
"I haven't signed the contract yet?"
His rapid-fire chatter halted, eyes widening at my single remark.
"Pardon?"
The director gave an awkward laugh as he looked at him.
"We haven't signed yet—that's why we're touring the building."
"Oh man, Director. You have to do this."
"I know."
I could see them talking among themselves about how it had to happen.
The director, finishing his chat with the film director, approached me.
"Han Ga-eul, this director here is an expert who handles everything from ads to music videos. He'll make you look amazing."
I spotted the director eyeing me with sparkling interest at the words.
"By the way, is it okay if I show my kids during the shoot?"
The director turned to the film director, as if it wasn't his call.
"Your kids?"
"Han Ga-eul does internet streaming. I think she means her viewers."
"Ah, a streamer, got it."
The film director pondered, then shook his head.
"Revealing the production process midway can be a strategy. But once your ad drops, Ga-eul, it'll explode in reach. Missing that would be a shame."
💬 Comments — Viewer1 Leader we wanna see too! — AgreeBot That's right tho — SweetLeader Only leader thinks of us It was just a simple wish to share with my viewers, but his point made sense upon reflection, so I nodded.
"Oh, and this is Baekseol."
At my words, Baekseol, who had been rolling around on my head, extended a front paw toward the director.
"Whoa, so smart and adorable."
The director touched Baekseol's tiny paw with one finger.
"How about filming with this little one too? She's clever, won't mess up the shoot, and it'll really bring out your character."
After discussing the shoot with the two, hunger came up, so we headed to the cafeteria.
"Could I maybe film just me and the food?"
"Sure, no issue here."
At the director's okay, I set up the stand on the table and started streaming the feed.
"This is TG's cafeteria."
I showed the viewers my tray piled with bulgogi and assorted side dishes.
💬 Comments — HungryViewer Bulgogi looks tasty — ClassyTG TG classy af lol "Loaded up on all the good stuff."
As I went to eat, I felt tapping on my head and reached into my pocket.
"Status Window."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Ding!] Now I could open the familiar status window with just a whisper. I quickly bought Baekseol's food from the shop and pretended to pull it from my pocket.
"Baekseol, dinner time."
Baekseol jumped down from my head, took the Diamond Lantern Flower from my hand, munched it, and climbed onto my shoulder.
💬 Comments — ShoulderPerch Baekseol rests on leader's head, table's the shoulder I guess — LolMaster lolololol too funny The director and film director watched Baekseol in fascination.
"Director, could I see the contract?"
"Signing here?"
"I don't like dragging things out. But I'm not great with contracts."
"It's packed with clauses favorable to you. Cost me a ton of flak for it."
He handed over the contract with a wry smile.
"Isn't a contract a silent war? Why go that far?"
"Your viewers are watching. Kinda scary."
💬 Comments — BoopAlert Boop! — MemeLord Boop is sus lololol "My kids are good boys."
The director's lips twitched as he smiled at my words.
I skimmed the contract past his nervous sweat. The clauses were straightforward, seemingly tailored for me.
<Advertising Contract> Three Games (hereinafter Party A) and Han Ga-eul (hereinafter Party B) enter into the following agreement. 1. Advertising Content Filming and promotion for TG's game Panic Field. 2. Contract Amount 170 million won (VAT included: 187 million won) Paid upfront. 3. Broadcast Schedule and Details See attachment. Production: Outsourced (hired director), In-house (studio, props, staff). Party A notifies Party B of ad start date. ... No red flags jumped out, even to my clueless eyes; it read smoothly.
"But isn't the advance payment off?"
The amount was way higher than the summary sheet I'd seen earlier, and the character licensing addendum matched.
"It's adjusted with taxes so you get the exact advance we discussed."
"Feels too generous for a newbie."
"Call it an investment—we'd love a good ongoing relationship with TG. That's how this industry rolls."
"Got it. Can't complain about perks."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Jingling!] ⭐ Top Donation — Red Parade 1,000,000 won donated! 💬 Comments — BoopAlert Boop! — ChairmanMeme Chairman gone mad lololol As I wrapped up with the director and scanned the contract, the film director spoke up.
"Ga-eul, since you're here, how about we shoot today?"
"Not like we're stir-frying beans in lightning—sudden much?"
He handed me the script and continued.
"Prep's all done, staff ready. Just act your part."
"Hold up, I'm not ready."
Flustered by the abrupt pitch, I opened the script. It detailed scenes and lines.
- Protagonist taking cover behind a ruined building in the battlefield heart (panting roughly)
- Protagonist quick-aiming (slow zoom on trigger finger)
- Pulls grenade pin and tosses it in
- Protagonist prone in bushes, aiming sniper rifle (low arc cam brushing grass)
...
- Protagonist sprinting full-tilt, sweating (front run shot then out)
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"Lines are minimal. Mostly quick, punchy cutscenes."
Shooting techniques were noted after dialogues; the cover said it was the director's script.
"Eat first, then we'll see."
After eating while reviewing the script, we moved to the studio we'd toured. Staff were already there, likely alerted by the director.
"Hello!"
A hearty greeting made me turn; a female staffer approached.
"I'm Kim Mi-yeon, stylist for this ad."
"Nice to meet you. Han Ga-eul."
"Whoa, your style's on point! Draping that military jacket like a shawl suits you perfectly. Mind if I take measurements?"
"Go ahead."
She measured me everywhere, then looked troubled at the director.
"Director, no clothes fit her on hand."
"Pre-sized ones don't work? Call the costume room manager."
"They won't have any."
As she spoke, she glanced at my chest. The director caught it and spoke awkwardly.
"Uh... Ga-eul, sorry. Looks like we weren't prepared."