Chapter 36
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Chapter 36
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: I Found It...
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1.
While Hayul was grinning from ear to ear, thoroughly enjoying the battlefield, the community was in absolute chaos.
But only when I feel like it lololol What the hell is this bitch even doing????
Streaming must be so easy these days~
Can't hit the challenge, so suddenly flipping the script like a total dog~~~~~~~~~~
But she climbed to Master 100 points straight through inheritance tho????
You're a total simp, aren't you?
Telling you the facts and you hit me with simp bullshit;
What the hell is a simp anyway?
What else? lololol It's the fanbase slur for you VTuber simps lolololol
What drew the most attention first was the talk of restarting the cooking stream.
The hottest topic in the streaming industry right now was undeniably Carrier's cooking broadcast. After all, it was the first content to recreate taste in virtual reality.
No wonder Elena's video on VTube had surpassed 5 million views. Far from cooling off, the hype was only getting hotter since that video dropped.
[Streamer Elena's Video Hits 5 Million Views, Opens New Horizons in VR Taste Recreation!]
[Tasting 'Flavor' in Virtual Reality... Elena's Viral Video Spotlights Cutting-Edge Tech!]
As public interest exploded, the media jumped on it en masse.
Yet the eye of the storm—the person at the center—was eerily calm. No, beyond calm; she'd basically burned the bridges and was just doing her game streams.
"If we could just implement that, production costs would plummet. Planning and directing would be way more flexible too."
"The director had us call in experts to try it out... but it wasn't as easy as we thought."
"What? A single streamer pulls it off, and we can't? Is that all our station's got?"
"It's not just us—everyone else failed too."
The broadcasting stations, catching wind of the trend, tried desperately to replicate the taste using the 'Flavor Link' system, but all attempts failed.
"Did you contact the company that made Flavor Link? They oughta know something since they built it."
"Of course we did. But even they don't know how it was done."
The PD let out a hollow laugh.
"That make any sense? They made it and don't know?"
"Right? The company's in total uproar now."
"Unbelievable. What about reaching out to that Flavor Link taste-streaming streamer directly?"
"We tried. No response at all. Can't even sponsor her—she's blocked it completely..."
"Blocked sponsorships? What a weird one..."
In a situation where the public and media were all eyes on her, announcing a cooking stream restart was bound to cause a massive stir.
But what the Virtual Streamer Gallery really latched onto was something else.
Heard that right? Now kill each other.
If you're a shivering Noir mutt, upvote lololololol
Perfect timing, was bored anyway—you're perfect targets lol
Time to dig for dirt~~~~~~
Situation grasped~ And they've got prime shitposting material too~~~!
They zeroed in on the part about collabing with the owner of the 'cleanest fandom'.
Anyone can see she's trying to pit us against each other so that Yura chick doesn't get flamed lol Anyone falling for this is a retard?????
You're next, Noir mutt~~~~~~
No, it's obviously baiting a Mud Cup you dumbass;
So? Guess they're not confident lol After all the toxic bullshit they've pulled lolol If they're confident that just makes them soulless lol
Your mom lololol
True colors showing already lol
Most viewers caught on to Hayul's intent—hell, how could they not? It was blatant conflict-stirring.
The ones who think they're clean aren't flipping out—these guys are the only ones shitting on Carrier hard lolol
Gasp!
Black truth...!
If you're innocent, just cooperate with the investigation??? What's the problem???
Even knowing that, they had no choice but to dive in. Backing off now would be admitting their fandom was the dirty one.
I'm talking to you Noir fans, you fucking scum lolol If you're so clean, then sewer water's pure too, you shitstains lololol
For real lol
Even when Noir begs them not to be toxic, they bully with numbers anyway ㅇㅇㅇㅇ;
Owner's sweet as hell, so why's everyone below her like that...
With things escalating like this, they pounced on each other like they'd been waiting.
I've been through this Mud Cup before! Everyone's gonna die for real!!!
Why's a guy like that crawling back here???
'Cause it's fun
No. Not a festival—it's a funeral.
It is a festival you dumbass lololol?
Festival and funeral happening at the same spot right now lolol
Pretty hip?
A few kept their sanity, but their voices were buried. To be precise, even they surrendered to the madness.
Hayul's plan worked perfectly. Too perfectly. And someone was watching this spectacle...
2.
Damp air pressed down on the room. Dim sunlight barely filtered through the half-open window, faintly illuminating the floor.
In the center sat a large capsule, making the space so cramped one person lying down filled it completely.
On the threadbare blanket on the floor, a woman curled up. Her eyes were puffy and swollen.
She moved her fingers to type 'Yura' into the search bar. Barely any posts came up. And even those were outright vitriol.
'None... Even scrubbing my eyes clean, there's nothing...'
Yura had abruptly ended her stream and was just endlessly ego-surfing.
Just in case. Really, just in case—even one comment defending her. Clinging to that faint hope, she read and reread the razor-sharp posts.
'I really need to stop looking now...'
She had a part-time shift in the afternoon and had to go. Missing this month's pay would put her life in jeopardy.
Knowing that, she still couldn't move. No motivation, no desire, no strength—nothing left.
If just one comment cheered her on. If even one person reached out... she could write it all off as a bad dream and stand back up.
She felt like she could... really. That's why she was desperately searching like this. Like an idiot.
Search: Yura
No results found.
"None..."
Yura dropped her head. Messy hair veiled her face. Her slumped shoulders trembled faintly.
"Hic..."
Fresh tears streamed down cheeks crusted with dried ones. Sobs leaked through her shallow breaths.
She'd cried so much tears barely came now. Hiccuping as she caught her breath, Yura fiddled with the screen again.
'Maybe something new posted...'
She knew better than anyone there wouldn't be. But she scrolled for the latest anyway.
The latest hot posts showed the gallery's vibe had flipped dramatically.
"What... is this...?"
Last she'd checked, it was nothing but curses at her. Now they were tearing into each other.
A total shitshow—Asura field fit perfectly.
"Pfft..."
Watching them fight like idiots made her chuckle despite herself.
'Serves you right.'
The laugh faded fast into a deep sigh. What had she even been fighting for all this time?
Emptiness flooded her chest in the laugh's wake.
'Not sure if I can keep streaming...'
Could she forget today's mess, smile, and stream again? Hell, was there even meaning in it?
Her mind tangled. Doubts piled on doubts; she squeezed her eyes shut.
Couldn't breathe. Head spun. Nausea surged from her gut; she clamped her mouth shut.
"Urk..."
She craved her mom's food. The pork katsu curry rice she always made after tough days.
"Haa, haa..."
Stomach empty, hunger gnawing. Dizzy.
Ding-
The notification from below made Yura laboriously grab her phone. Blurry vision on the screen: message from an unknown number.
[???]: Hello, Yura. I'm Virtual Streamer Noir. Thought you might need some help, so I'm reaching out.
Yura's eyes widened at the message.
[???]: Not sure what to say for comfort, but first off, I'm sorry. You did nothing wrong, and we're sorry you got dragged into our mess and flamed for it.
Biting her lip hard at the consolation, Yura felt tears welling again.
[???]: Not sure if this helps, but if you're okay with it, we'd love to invite you to our cooking stream.
"...Hic."
[???]: No pressure. Just making and eating delicious food, chatting casually.
[???]: If streaming feels too much, we can skip it. Just hope to spend some warm time together, even briefly.
[???]: Waiting for your reply.
Tears slid slowly down her cheeks. Her lips curved up slowly. A smile broke through the tears.
"F-Found... it..."
Yura's fingertips trembled.
"Finally... found it..."
The one person who reached out to her had finally appeared.
"Now... I can stand back up..."
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