I Became a Malicious Streamer

Daesik’s training didn’t take as long as I thought.

It felt like he was quickly regaining his form as we sparred, perhaps because he still had some memories left from back in the day.

Peeking into Daesik’s chat room, it seemed like the viewers agreed. There were comments scolding him, asking why he hadn’t done this sooner if he could.

People usually don’t realize their own issues, after all. That’s why there’s a coach and a director. Sure, you can look at replays and pinpoint your problems, but getting feedback from others is way more effective.

I held Daesik for about 30 minutes, and the public sentiment shifted.

They started feeling sorry for him and begged to let him go. I couldn’t understand what was so pitiful about him. The cruelty of Molryeonjin, the curling iron antics, and the loser Daesik—using my recent meme about being a bully, it was hilarious how everyone acted like I was actually torturing him.

Some even questioned if I was a real bully. Once a frame is set, misunderstandings can easily arise. That’s why it’s important to control the vibe in the room at any given time.

Anyway, for these reasons, Daesik finished his hour-long training and left me to go on his quest.

Apprentice No. 2 is set to make his mark in the season finale, looking stronger than ever. If his form continues like this, it seems the Master might go again, and with a bit of luck, he might reach his dream of becoming a Grandmaster.

That’s good news. I’ve always thought the name O Daesik just didn’t suit a diamond.

So, Daesik went off to prove his training results, and now I’m left all alone.

Current time: 1 AM. Sleep eludes me, and I don’t have anything in particular to do. Ultimately, there was only one thing I could do.

I wasn’t planning on killing today, but isn’t human emotion as fickle as reeds? It’s not like I’m bound by a schedule, it’s free streaming after all. I’ll turn it on when I want, and turn it off when I don’t.

Morllu is live!

-Bored, so I’m just—

[What]

[What’s with the dedicated Molru?]

[Wow, I thought you wouldn’t stream, but you actually do.]

[Love you Mollru ㅠㅠ Love you Mollru ㅠㅠ]

[I really enjoyed watching you beat Daesik ^^]

“Hmm… Hello. What a beautiful night.”

So, I just turned on the stream without any plan yet. Since it’s late, I didn’t intend to stream for long, nor did I want to play any particular games.

“What should I do?”

With that thought, I asked the viewers. I was worried that someone might feel uncomfortable with a streamer not having content and asking the audience instead, but it seemed unnecessary worry.

Everyone just seemed to appreciate that I turned on the stream. It felt cute seeing everyone pitch ideas collectively.

Surely, there are streamers who stream every single day without fail, but it’s not feasible to prepare for a stream every time. Days like this happen.

I asked the viewers to throw out whatever content they’d like to see. I started searching for ideas amid the rapidly scrolling chat room.

Suddenly, a platform of collective intelligence emerged. The power of brainstorming with over ten thousand people gathered in one place was incredible. Amid the chats, there were ideas that piqued my interest.

“Phone date? Should we give that a shot?”

A content idea that was exactly what the words meant—connecting the streamer with random viewers to have a chat. It’s really no different than just a standard phone call.

The catch is, since it involves both the viewer and the streamer, if the viewer isn’t engaging, it can become really boring. When it gets awkward, it really turns into a sudden halt where silence reigns.

It’s risky, but since I’m just doing this because I have nothing else to do for now.

Plus, I was becoming curious lately. Meeting my fans all the time made me wonder about what kind of lives they lead, how they found my streams, and what they like about me.

I thought this would be a good opportunity to dive into these questions through conversation.

[Date? Date? Date? Date? Date? Date? Date? Date?]

[Calling at 1 AM…? This is totally]

[Molru’s rental girlfriend content…]

[This lady does it for free ㄷㄷ]

[Free (call) but actually paid]

[1 in 15000, it’s tougher than a big company interview]

[I can’t resist this lol]

[Pleasepleaseplease Oh God Allah Buddha Jesus…]

[Clang clang, the broth is simmering…]

What surprised me was that the viewers were much more enthusiastic than I had anticipated.

With everyone raising their hands, I quietly set up the screen.

*—

Morllu is live!

-Molru’s Counseling Corner

The content underwent a slight change. From a phone date, it morphed into a counseling session where everyone shares their worries.

I figured it would be much more engaging and beneficial than just calling randomly. Although it’s titled counseling corner, I won’t necessarily provide solutions. If I feel like giving a suggestion, I’ll chime in, otherwise, I’ll just listen.

Then the moment of the first guest arrived.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Molru? Can you hear me? Wow, is this really Molru?”

An overly excited male viewer. His voice didn’t sound like someone with real problems.

I expected that among those who applied saying they had concerns, very few would actually have serious ones. They probably just wanted to chat with me.

Talking on the phone is easy, but that’s just too much of a lack of effort. At least have a worry in mind!

“You don’t have a problem, do you? I’ll hang up.”

“No, no! Wait a minute, I do have a problem!”

“What is it?”

Let’s hear what he has to say.

“I like Molru too much; I just want to watch your stream all the time. I end up dozing off at school during late-night streams. I even went to a ceremony. You look so pretty in real life.”

“Thank you. That sounds like a pretty minor issue. You can solve that on your own.”

I ended the call and hovered my mouse over the nickname to ban him myself.

“I figured you’re a student, so I banned you so you can study harder. Stop watching my stream and hit the books.”

[Wow]

[Justice served]

[Student! Haha!]

[LOL that’s a problem everyone seems to have]

[Exactly! Everyone here has that concern]

[The host banning him without mercy is so clean!]

Just then, after a couple of rounds of calls without any solid counseling, another guest appeared.

“Hello, Molru…”

The voice of a male guest felt a bit gloomy. This time it felt serious.

“What problem brought you here?”

“Please don’t laugh while I tell you…”

“Of course not.”

I could never laugh while listening to someone’s serious concerns. Encouraging him to share without worry, he began to unveil his worries.

“I’m an… otaku.”

“Hmm, yes.”

“Did you just laugh?”

“No, I just coughed for a second. Please go on.”

It was hard not to chuckle at his nervousness.

Calm down, calm down, I shouldn’t laugh. He must have been holding a serious worry to finally bring it up.

“I got found out at school…”

His story, though short, was lengthy enough. He sounded like a high school student. He enjoyed my streams but also kept up with various anime, comics, and light novels.

The problem was that this fact had made it to school. Recently, some scary kids heard the rumors, rummaged through his bag, and found his hidden light novels.

“Is it a serious situation?”

“…Not really. I’m not getting beaten or anything; it’s just that I’m being teased. It’s just embarrassing…”

So, he ended up becoming a public jester. Luckily, those scary kids only tease him jokingly. He can’t stand the embarrassment.

[Why didn’t you keep it hidden?]

[I managed well while I was in school, you know]

[But is it right to seek counseling from Molru?]

[LOL would Molryeonjin even sympathize?]

[As long as it’s not burnt with a curling iron, it’s fine]

Otaku culture is now everywhere; it’s no longer something rare. In short, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

“Ah, I think I got it. Let me give you a solution.”

“What is it?”

“You should embrace it instead.”

“Excuse me?”

I confidently addressed his confused inquiry.

“Hiding makes it even weirder. The more you avoid it, the more it sticks out. You gotta flaunt it. Just own it—say, ‘I’m an otaku, so what?’”

“…That sounds really difficult.”

“Just give it a try. You’ll probably get teased less than if you’re embarrassed.”

[Is that really the right solution?]

[Are you suggesting he should take a ride on the Happy Train?]

[So he should go full-on otaku?]

[That kind of makes sense?]

[True, but it might just spread the gossip more]

[It’s all or nothing; might as well give it a shot?]

Looking at how the male viewer reacted, he seemed to gain a bit of courage.

“Thank you. I’ll give it a shot.”

“Good luck!”

I sent him off with a short cheer. He’ll be fine, right? Even if it turns out rough, that’s just how youth goes.

[And another one leaves…]

[You killed him you killed him you killed him you killed him]

[Is that friend going to become a school-wide otaku?]

[He’s just Molru’s beloved toy now]

[What a sad send-off…]

“Sending off? What are you talking about, you guys? You’re saying strange things.”

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