Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: First Broadcast
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⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Your Voice Approaching Heavenly Peach begins. A message popped up, and suddenly pink light began to scatter around me.
It swirled in magnificent bursts, like cherry blossoms fluttering in the wind.
The dizzying cascade of pink light poured down wildly before rushing straight toward me, then vanishing just as suddenly as it had appeared.
And then, the updated skill window.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ ★ Voice Approaching Heavenly Peach ★
A peach scent is added to your voice.
Purchasing stacks to increase skill level.
[Price: 10,000,000 won]
The price, which had been doubling each time, had suddenly jumped to ten million won.
And the skill description, which had previously said something about becoming more beautiful, was now rephrased like an ingredient list on a soda bottle.
"What's that star? Whoa!"
I clapped my hand over my mouth in surprise without thinking.
"Ah, uh. Wow, what is this? Amazing."
Did the skill awaken at level 5 or something? A star had appeared next to it, and my voice seemed to have changed dramatically as a result.
A beautiful voice tickled my ears.
It felt like my voice was emitting a fragrance.
Sweetness had been added to the voice itself.
It was a sweet peach scent you could almost smell from the sound—something hard to put into words.
Even though it was my own voice, I couldn't help but marvel at it.
I wonder what happens if cigarette smoke mixes in?
Flick, flick.
I lit my lighter, touched the flame to the end of the cigarette, and took a deep drag. Bitter smoke filled my mouth.
"Phew—no tobacco scent mixed in."
It wasn't a smell, but a sensation of fragrance—impossible to describe.
Even the sound of my exhale as I blew out the smoke felt beautiful. I couldn't get enough of it.
In my trance, I kept smoking until harsh smoke rose from the burned filter.
I stubbed out the ruined cigarette, headed back upstairs to my place, and slumped into my computer chair.
"Let's see, how much money do I have left... Status Window!"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ "Kyaa, come on in, ding!" ⚔ STATUS ⚔ 💰 Remaining Funds: 450,000 won
"I'm screwed."
The hangover from selling my future for this addictive skill hit me fast.
I'd gotten drunk on my real-time voice upgrades, forgetting I had less than two weeks until next month's rent was due.
The list of bills flashed through my mind: rent, electricity, gas, internet, phone. Money drained away just breathing.
A rough mental calculation showed 450,000 won wasn't even close.
After bills, I'd have nothing left for food. A sigh escaped me.
I'd try what I planned first; if it failed, I'd do manual labor or drive for rideshares.
I powered on my computer and searched for voice-related jobs.
"Main ones are voice acting. Audiobook narrators? Weird stuff everywhere."
The deeper I searched, the shadier it got.
"Fuck, not prostitution, but what the hell is 'game prostitution'?"
Turns out, it was mostly women getting paid to play games with solo male gamers.
Honest reviews showed guys frustrated with duo partners sucking, while women ranted about creepy pervs with dirty jokes.
"Even on the brink of bankruptcy, is this right?"
No way. The world was full of bullshit.
"Haa. That's a last-resort-of-last-resorts."
Summing up my options: two main paths—or three, including that game crap.
Plan B: physical gigs like always.
With this androgynous mug, no face-revealing jobs.
"Plan A it is?"
I deleted memo notes until one remained.
TripleNet.
The monster platform backed by the world's largest logistics giant with a 9.2 quadrillion market cap. It crushed Korea's personal broadcast sites after landing from overseas.
If countries were rowboats, TripleNet's parent was an aircraft carrier.
A deranged global logistics empire beyond nations, bulldozing platforms like a juggernaut.
It was my go-to boredom killer and my chosen starting point.
Time for a fresh account.
"What nickname?"
Tougher than a job application—every gamer nods.
Naming woes.
"Something goofy? Pretty?"
Thinking of Par, who got me here, real name might build recognition and get her help.
"Let's go! My first step!"
Logged in with the new ID, hit "Start Broadcast" without hesitation.
Fresh noobs like me wouldn't draw viewers—not even baby Dullahan level.
The Dullahan meme from myths: faceless monsters. Streamers hiding faces or showing body parts only. I joined them.
"Title for clicks?"
<Broadcast Day 1: The Hot New Monster Rookie Streamer>
"Hmm..."
Started the stream, but my mic sucked—badly.
Old-school hardcore RPG gamer; long sessions hurt headset ears, so I used immersive in-ear buds.
Dug drawers; found a cheap 3,000-won stand mic from a bargain market. Neglected, worse shape.
Vague memory: bought for voice orders in boss raids.
"Phew—phew—ugh, dust."
Dusted it off and plugged in.
"Ah, mic test."
Test function played my voice back. Worked, but noisy.
"Readable is fine."
Tweaking donation and stream options ate 20 minutes.
Viewers: 0
"The sorrow of hatchlings?"
No more tweaks; waited blankly. No one came.
"Hmm."
What to show if viewers arrived?
Not RPGs. Who watches solo leveling/farming?
RPG streams need fame for party games; hatchlings avoid.
Even pros rarely show full days of grinding—focus on item enchants or PvP.
"Something clickbaity..."
Omnivore gamer, but nothing popped.
No standout ideas; launched trending Panic Field.
Panic Field: hot battle royale FPS. Loot cold/hot weapons scattered on map, kill till last one standing.
Launched: epic BGM, character on battlefield.
Options upgraded graphics since last play—PC specs standardized.
"Ultra what? Mid settings strain me."
Not my genre, suck at it—quick-death mindset, hit start.
Click.
Mouse click, chaotic plane interior—game on.
Plane start random: 6 o'clock, 3 o'clock, etc.
100 players ride straight across map, freefall to spots.
Center hot drop for skilled; I went outskirts to avoid slaughter.
"Oof, rusty after so long."
Looted empty outskirts; message popped.
<Poison gas deploys across the map in 1 minute> Gimmick to flush edge hiders. Gas from outside in, funnel to center for final survivor.
'Loot that spot, then safe zone.'
Entered building for last farm—
Bang!
"Hyaak! Damn, scared me."
Sleeper player inside.
Shopped carefree; ambushed.
<63rd place. You'll do better next time!> "Haa—"
Thrilled looting, died without firing—drained.
Staring at gray screen, remembered streaming.
Minimized game, checked stream: one viewer.
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