I Became a Malicious Streamer

“First of all, I’ll just wrap things up today. Don’t be too down just because we lost. It’s not the main match, it’s just a scrim!”
_dramatic pause_

After the crushing defeat in the scrim.

Coach Jacky decided to dissolve the team, at least for those who had put in a lot of effort.

It had already been several hours; he had been holding everyone too long.

Today isn’t just any day.

If they continued any further, it would feel like a forced march.

That could lead to backlash.

However, it was rare for the players to understand this sentiment.

When defeated, it’s not easy to pull oneself together.

Their reactions usually split into two main types.

Although it’s the second division, having coached in the pro scene before, he could anticipate what they would say next.

They could either respond with a gloomy “I get it,” or fire up, saying they’ll practice even harder.

But this time, he was wrong.

“Right, right. It’s possible to lose.”
“Can we win next time?”
“Then, I’ll head in first!”
“Great job, everyone.”
“Thanks for your hard work…”
“Oh, yes! Thank you! See you next time.”

Jacky nodded along to the departing team members’ casual responses while tilting his head.

Surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn’t bad.

They weren’t gloomy or overly clingy.

The meeting dissolved with a bright mood.

This is a situation hard to find in such an amateur team; what happened?

Is there a mood maker within the team?

Thinking that good is good, he nodded.

At least, he wouldn’t have to worry about their mental state.

Even if he, the coach, paid attention to the players’ mental care, it wouldn’t change much.

It was all up to the players themselves.

So, after sending off all the team members, Jacky started analyzing the factors behind their defeat by reviewing the just-concluded scrim one by one.

“Hmm….”

Jacky let out a low sound.

There were too many issues to point out.

Fragmented teamwork, failing to carry out assigned roles, in-game voice chat more noise than briefing.

While there were specific problems to highlight, the biggest overarching issue was…

“Definitely the main order’s the problem.”

The absence of a main order.

The most crucial commander role in a team-based battle.

There was no one to perform that role.

Ryuah had temporarily taken on the order, but calling that an order was a bit embarrassing.

Supporters usually take on the order, so it seemed like she’d given it a try.

But for Ryuah, a silver tier lacking game understanding, it was too much.

Jacky didn’t expect much, so he let it slide.

Even if Tex or Cheolwoo had taken on the order, it would have been tough.

They were higher tiered than Ryuah and had team game experience, but their assigned positions were problematic.

They had to face the enemy head-on.

It’s much harder to issue orders while engaged in battle, and even pros go through countless practices for this.

Having game understanding but being used to solo ranks, it would be difficult for those unfamiliar with team play.

Still, it was easier to teach higher ranks.

Since they already had basic game knowledge.

As Jacky thought about who should be assigned the order, he looked over each player’s gameplay.

Among those relatively in the back…

First up was Ryuah, who’d just been given the order.

Looking at her personal screen, she seemed busy with her things.

Then there was Papi Joah, who picked a similar long-range support character.

She appeared to be in better shape than Ryuah.

Having played medic and bard a lot, she showed no hesitation in gameplay.

At least she seemed to know what she should be doing at any moment.

While she displayed a rapidly panicked reaction in shiftier situations, she was still performing decently.

However, she had one critical issue.

“She talks too little.”

She was originally a quiet and reticent person, but it seemed to worsen in games.

It’s a common trait among solo queue players.

The type that goes mute when focused.

While Papi Joah showed proficiency in gameplay, leading as an order would likely be too much for her.

Assigning the order could backfire with a performance drop instead.

That left only one candidate.

A sniper, pompously looking down from the top of a building.

As if they are the best, naturally overlooking those below.

Jacky turned his gaze toward her.

And thought.

What a shame.

In fact, Jacky didn’t want to assign the order to Mollru.

In his eyes, Mollru was the most potential-driven DPS among the four teams.

That’s why he had brought her in despite the risk of bleeding profits.

Having spent substantial amounts to secure the player, he wanted to create an environment where she could focus and showcase her best skills.

But now, the situation had turned out like this.

It was all Jacky’s fault.

He had gotten outbid during the auction system for the first time.

He should be thankful that they had at least acquired Mollru.

With a sigh, he shifted his gaze to Mollru’s personal screen.

_bang_

There wasn’t anything particularly special.

Mollru picked her identity as a sniper and displayed straightforward gameplay.

However, the opponent’s response had been too textbook.

Mollru’s shots were blocked by the huge shield of the mech knight, and she couldn’t kill anyone.

This was the sniper’s chronic problem.

This was also the reason snipers were disregarded in the pro scene.

When blocked by shields, it was impossible to take out enemies.

In this case, what was needed was…

“Firepower.”

Overwhelming firepower.

A DPS strong enough to break through the mech knight’s shield.

Right now, that role was being played by Tex’s bomb-maker.

Just as he had expected, Mollru shifted her gaze toward Tex.

As Jacky thought, “She’s not disappointing with her judgement; it reflects her EOW experience,” a doubt crossed his mind.

It was so natural he hadn’t consciously noticed it, but…

“Why is it so fast…?”

Jacky rewound the video back 30 seconds to revisit the moment Mollru had glanced at Tex.

As soon as her first shot was blocked by the shield, she immediately turned her gaze to Tex.

Then, as soon as she realized Tex was under pressure, she abandoned the idea of breaking the shield and launched a warning shot at the wizard.

This decision matched the speed of his analysis in rewatching.

The pace of situational awareness between himself viewing it as a third party and Mollru playing the game directly was the same.

For a moment, an icy shiver ran down Jacky’s spine.

“She’s really on a pro level.”

And this is still labeled a Master?

Beyond expectations.

Jacky thought that Mollru being called pro-level by the gallery was valid as he nodded his head.

Similar scenarios followed after that.

She saved Papi Joah once from an assassin sneaking in while countering the front-line wizard.

Just how sensitive was her gameplay that the screen moved quickly around?

Keeping track of where allies were positioned and where the enemy was heading, she didn’t miss a single detail.

Seeing her pick up everything while turning the screen was astonishing.

“Her awareness is like…”

Though not speaking, she executed the commander role excellently.

And then, she smoothly brushed off the assassin charging at her.

It was surprising that it almost turned into a counterattack.

She exuded so much confidence while playing.

At this point, she should be sufficient for the main order.

However, one thing lingered in his mind.

“What if the sniper gets banned…”

Few dealers can support from the back as effectively as a sniper.

No matter how long-range a dealer may be, if it’s not a sniper, they must at least stand near the center of the battlefield.

Issuing orders in the middle of a battlefield is tough, even for pros.

Could Mollru assess the situation and give commands from the center?

That would need to be confirmed in future practice sessions.

It’s a task only possible for the top users, yet Jacky felt she could do it.

*

A YouTube video was uploaded.

Waking up to an unusual morning, I found three videos on my channel.

One was my first stream.
Another was an edited video of my gameplay, styled like a mad movie.
The last one was the food combination world cup I had done recently.

It was just a day after meeting Si-young again to sign the contract.

Does she even sleep?

I texted to check if she was okay, and she said it was something she had prepared beforehand.

When I asked her what I would have done if I hadn’t chosen her as an editor, she replied she would have just sent me the videos via email.

Not a slave for free, what’s that?

As I watched the uploaded videos and scrolled through comments, the feedback seemed largely positive.

It felt good knowing I’d picked a good editor.

Just a few hours since uploading, I was satisfied with the substantial views when I suddenly saw a comment I couldn’t ignore.

“This person really doesn’t know good food! lol How can you pass on pineapple pizza?”

It was on the food video, and forgetting I was logged into my YouTube account, I subconsciously commented.

-“I’m an 82-year-old living in the countryside… Pineapple pizza… I’d eat anything… even my dog wouldn’t sniff it out…”

Confirming that my comment was satisfactory, I then read through the following replies and finally realized.

Ah, I forgot to log out!

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