I Became a Malicious Streamer

For some reason, Daesik returned looking quite haggard.

Despite being just a simple character where the camera wasn’t visible, it felt like his fatigue was transmitted through the screen.

It seemed something must have happened to drain his energy, but I couldn’t extend my consideration that far. Managing one’s condition was, after all, a matter of skill.

From the moment I planned to gather 100 people, I knew it would be incredibly chaotic. If each of the 100 people said just one word, that would be a whopping 100 words; is it any wonder it’s noisy?

However, seeing them like this also stirred an unexpected sense of pride within me.

I had become a big shot capable of mobilizing so many people for content.

And it was also crucial that those 100 people weren’t just randoms, but included some fairly well-known broadcasters within the Switch community.

“Everyone, please find your seats!”

“It doesn’t matter where you sit!”

Those were the voices of the staff who rushed to help me. They were just the usual managers from our channel, but still.

Under the command of head manager Si-young, the junior managers were guiding the participants.

After all, I couldn’t manage all these people by myself.

“Ready to go, Mollru!”

Following the staff’s words, I stepped forward to find 100 participants lining up in 10 rows of 10 each.

Though they were just tiny game characters, the sight of 100 of them lined up was quite captivating.

It gave a grand feeling; like being on a famous TV show where one person competes against 100 for knowledge.

Though I wasn’t a participant, but the host.

After a moment of appreciation, I spoke up.

“Welcome everyone to Mollru’s doppelganger finding content! I’m Mollru.”

[You-ha]

[Hey, YouTube degenerates, what’s up?]

[YouTube shts*, don’t complain about the ads, if you’re that mad, just watch the live stream.]

[Oh ho!]

[What are you saying to our adorable YouTube friends, Molbu?]

[Looks like this guy might get banned, lol.]

[I’ll curse and have the chat edited out.]

[Ah, I can’t resist doppelganger finding.]

[Today’s key point is, who will the Super Molbu be?]

“Thank you all for coming to my content today! Since we are short on time, let’s get straight to the rule explanation.”

Turning back, I glanced at the staff, and a text appeared above me.

Q. When is Mollru’s first broadcast? (Please only state the year, month, and day.)

“This is a sample question. Too easy, right? So, questions will be coming in order from number one and onward. You’ll look at the question, and within the time limit, write your answer on the board in front of you. Once you’re done, just hit submit. If your answer is wrong, you’re out; if it’s right, you survive.”

This was also similar to a famous TV show’s rules. Ultimately, the last one standing becomes the winner and rings a giant bell.

We won’t be ringing a bell but rather earning the ridiculous title of Super Molbu.

“Is there anyone who doesn’t understand? Any questions?”

The rules were very simple. So, I expected no questions, but someone raised their hand.

“I have a question!”

“Yes, what is it?”

“What happens if you disconnect during the game? Can we get invited back?”

“Oh, if you disconnect,”

At that moment, I realized I forgot to mention something.

“With so many people now, the server is unsteadier than I thought. So, some people might disconnect. Those who disconnect now will be invited back. But if you disconnect after we start, you’re out. Unless it’s a situation where only two people are left.”

In any other case, it means I’ll leave you behind. Gulp. I heard someone swallow nervously.

“Just think of it as luck and chance. That’s part of the fun too.”

Having called a lot of people, waiting on anyone losing connection was quite a chore.

“Any other questions?”

The room was as quiet as a test hall. I clapped my hands together and raised my voice.

“Well then, let’s start Mollru’s doppelganger finding content!”

Goal: Victory!

Someone boldly clenched their fist, vowing to win.

That someone was chewing gum, which supposedly helps with concentration, and tied their potentially distracting hair back.

A woman, with headphones on, focused intently on the screen, her eyes shining with anticipation.

It was Ryuah, the first streamer to write a participation post for Mollru’s content.

In truth, back when she wrote that post, she hadn’t planned to be this serious about it.

She had just come across a friend’s broadcast during her free time, and since the friend was doing content right on her day off, she decided to join in, not putting too much thought into it.

It was pure entertainment. She had a silly desire for Mollru to react to her post, hoping it would be fun running into each other during the broadcast, and maybe it would go surprisingly well, something like that.

But that desire began to change when Ryuah saw countless broadcasters trying to participate in Mollru’s content.

‘Why are these people trying to get on Ji-eun’s broadcast?’

She thought she was the only one. Ji-eun’s attention was supposed to be hers, so why was it like this?

For some reason, it felt unsettling.

That peculiar discomfort peaked when she saw a specific chat message.

[Is the final winner going to date Mollru? LOL]

It was a message without real meaning. The person who typed it probably didn’t even mean it seriously.

Still, that chat lingered in Ryuah’s heart, stoking her competitive spirit.

Ryuah was aware as well. Winning wouldn’t really change her relationship with Ji-eun.

Nonetheless, the reason she aimed for victory was simple.

Even if it was just for show or meaningless empty words, she wanted to hear it from Mollru. She wanted recognition.

“Oh, Ryuah watched my broadcast…” – she secretly wished for Mollru to notice that Ryuah had such strong feelings for Ji-eun.

It was just a murky desire.

Without realizing it, in a broader sense, Ryuah’s psychological state wasn’t that different from an average fan watching Mollru’s broadcasts.

Hoping Mollru would notice her existence, praise her as someone special, and finally acknowledge that she was essential.

That sheer desire was the very essence of what it meant to be a Molbu fan.

In that sense, Ryuah was the person closest to being a Molbu here.

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[The difficulty is brutal, lol.]

[Is the question setter the editor again?]

[As expected, the editor’s performance can’t be doubted.]

[Let’s just admit the editor is the Super Molbu?]

[If there’s a higher level than the Super Molbu, it would definitely belong to the editor…]

Time passed as the content continued.

With each question that went by, participants dropped out. Those who underestimated the content faced relentless questions.

After about eight questions about Mollru, over 50 participants had already been eliminated.

“Ah, with this, all the doppelgangers have been decided. The number of people doesn’t fit perfectly, though. Including the ones who just got the question wrong, that’s 52 people. They are now the doppelgangers

.”

[Whoa!]

[Doppelgangers, are you awake? Doppelgangers, are you awake? Doppelgangers, are you awake?]

[Doppelgangers, don’t even think about watching the broadcast from now on…]

[You should leave~]

[LOL, you participated for no reason and got the doppelganger title, huh?]

I calmed down the viewers who were having a blast.

“Guys, let’s not be too harsh on the doppelgangers. They’re not bad people, they just didn’t watch my broadcast diligently.”

[Isn’t that a bad thing?]

[LOL, it’s a huge deal on Mollru’s broadcast.]

[As an honorary Molbu, maintain your dignity!]

[Just spinning deliciously!]

[LOL, the doppelgangers must be excited to be featured already.]

“Okay then, we’ve picked out the doppelgangers. The rest of you are now Molbus, and the final survivor will be the Super Molbu.”

In a way, this could be seen as the main content.

I surveyed those still remaining. There were a total of 48 survivors. Most of the recognizable names had dropped out early on.

It’s inevitable because even if they were my fans, they were busy doing their own broadcasts and couldn’t keep up with mine that often.

Simply just watching YouTube wouldn’t let you survive easily.

One surprising thing, though, was that Ryuah and Daesik had managed to stay alive so far. I thought both would have been eliminated already and given the doppelganger title; it was quite unexpected.

“At this point, let’s have a quick interview. Our Molbus are precious, so let’s hear their thoughts.”

[Priority for Molbus, whoa!]

[As expected, they are Molbus.]

[Molbus are worth it!]

Receiving cheers from the viewers, I approached the survivors.

The first person I offered the mic to was Daesik, who was sitting in the front row.

“Daesik, I see you’ve been watching my broadcast quite diligently?”

“Uh… I’m a bit surprised too, but I just guessed from question 4 to 8 and got them all right.”

“Wow, totally unexpected luck… But luck is also a skill!”

Questions 1 and 2 were subjective, while from question 3 onward they were all multiple-choice, so it wasn’t impossible in theory.

I left the joyful Daesik behind as he boasted about not being a doppelganger but a Molbu and walked over to Ryuah.

“Ryuah, you’ve survived quite a long time! Do you watch my broadcasts often?”

“Yeah, I always have it on during my breaks… I keep it on while doing housework or exercising.”

“Oh… to become a Molbu requires such dedication. People in the chat who are Molbu hopefuls, take note!”

After wrapping up Ryuah’s interview and moving backward, I was stopped.

“Did I do well?”

“Huh?”

“Despite the questions being tough, I got quite a few right, didn’t I? I did well, right?”

“Uh, yeah, I mean… you did well.”

The reason Ryuah was asking such questions aside, she had indeed done well. She survived beyond half the questions.

I continued with further interviews, leaving behind the content of Ryuah who seemed satisfied with my answer.

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