I Became a Malicious Streamer

I’m happy now. Producer, you are too, right?

The girl with red hair is smiling cheerfully.

There’s not a shadow of gloom in her smile, making anyone who sees it feel good — such a genuinely happy expression.

The so-called tsundere, lady type Karen has smoothly completed her training.

Before long, the viewers had completely fallen for Karen’s charm.

[I’m happy too, Karen…]

[You naughty Ryeon… look at her smile]

[She’s so docile now, it’s boring. In the beginning, there was a bit of snarkiness]

[Heeung… step on me, Karen-chan…]

[The greatest idol of our time, Karen! The greatest idol of our time, Karen! The greatest idol of our time, Karen!]

Ah… such easy viewers.

What’s with the frenzy over some graphics?

I never expected them to get this captivated when I urged them to immerse themselves.

I underestimated the viewers.

< Kazuha Lost You has donated 10,000 won! >

– Yeah, Kazuha is the best ~ What kind of idol is a no-name redhead, lol

[Honestly, if Kazuha was prettier, I’d give a big thumbs up, lol]

[Karen is so rude]

[Kazuha seems nicer and sings better?]

Well, I really underestimated them.

I underestimated the viewers; they truly don’t disappoint!

Thinking that everyone would like the new character was a naive mindset.

Why do conflicts arise?

Because thoughts differ and hearts don’t align.

History shows us that wars can start from the smallest arguments.

Conflicts began to arise in my broadcast.

< Karen’s Mom has donated 10,000 won! >

– No-name? She’s just a tramp rolling in the streets, lol Our Karen has been a bourgeois since birth.

Oh, that’s a bit strong.

[For real, lol]

[Kazuha, struggling with poverty, was forced to consider a side job in the underworld to pursue her idol dream…]

[Don’t cross the line, bitch!]

Viewers bickering and arguing over who’s the best.

Before long, I had become a bystander, watching the two factions clash with ease.

I need popcorn, popcorn!

Unfortunately, there was none.

What if I play a new character this time to create a different fan base?

It would become a three-way brawl. Just imagining it was fun.

< The Best Kazuha has donated 20,000 won! >

– Kazuha route 2, shall we?

During this, a donation came flying in.

Ritra…

I’m a person who doesn’t even watch a movie a second time if it wasn’t fun the first time.

There’s no way I’d do that!

“Oh, I was just wanting to see Kazuha again. Shall we go meet Kazuha?”

But if I’ve received money, shouldn’t I provide adequate service as a service worker?

I’ve long learned the harsh reality of money while living in this capitalist society.

As I was about to meet Kazuha again due to the law of equivalent exchange after receiving the cost of a whole chicken…

< The Strongest Idol Karen has donated 30,000 won! >

– Our Karen is cute, right?

Oh?

The situation is getting interesting.

I answered while holding down the corners of my mouth that wouldn’t show in front of the viewers.

“Karen suddenly looks cute. Let’s revisit Karen’s story~”

< The First Bride Kazuha has donated 50,000 won! >

– Kazuha

“Kazuha-chan! I’ve missed you! I only have eyes for you!”

[Feeling dizzy]

[This is why people engage in otaku commerce]

[Suspiciously wealthy patrons…]

[The broadcaster is subtly stoking the fire, haha, it’s not collecting fund day]

[Molru, 1 victory]

“I need to get Karen some styling, but I’m short on funds. Guess I’ll have to have her wear what she wore last time… Oh, a generous patron is asking for our Karen to wear pretty clothes! I’ll make sure to debut her as an idol. Yes!”

And so, I was trying to please the viewers like a minion, darting around.

< Papi Joah has donated 10,000 won! >

– Hey, can you look at Discord?

It was the same announcement but upon seeing the name, I was doused in cold water, my excitement fading.

I went a bit too overboard.

Without realizing it, my tension had risen.

But when you shove such a huge sum in, excitement comes naturally.

I checked Discord.

While I was happily nurturing idols, Papi Joah had left a message asking for help with practice.

That was 40 minutes ago, and after repeatedly messaging me without a reply, she decided to come on stream.

I cleared my throat and called Papi Joah.

“Ah, Papi, can you hear me?”

“Yes, um…”

Papi Joah, who is usually reticent and quiet.

She often replies with short answers, which has caused many issues in team orders, and I had put a lot of effort into rectifying that.

The giggle in her response to my question was undeniable.

“Uh, can you just pretend you didn’t see?”

“What do you mean?”

“My broadcast.”

“It’ll probably end up as clips anyway?”

“Even so…”

“You were being cute, bowing like a minion.”

“Ugh.”

If this continues, my authority as team leader will shatter.

That authority connects directly to my orders.

If my authority declines, our team is likely to drift away from victory.

It’s not because I’m embarrassed or anything!

I firmly informed Papi Joah and helped her with her practice.

*

“You’re perfect, if we just stick to the plan, victory will be a sure thing. Let’s go as practiced.”

The day of the decisive battle has arrived.

For the final check-up, Coach Jacky opened the discussion in a calm tone, and the team members responded with strong voices.

Their voices brimming with confidence.

Good, the odds of winning are sharp.

During the ban-pick phase, Jacky, who stayed up all night analyzing the opposing team, took the lead in bans and picks.

“Let’s ban the mage.”

“Yes.”

“They’ll likely ban the swordsman. Yes, right.”

The swordsman is banned, as if it were nothing.

Jacky gives the next orders without a care.

“Let’s ban the bard. And grab the barbarian first.”

“Yes.”

As the team leader, I was the first to pick the barbarian, following Jacky’s instructions.

– I’ll crush everything!

With a barbaric face holding a massive axe.

It used to be that the agents liked the macho vibe, but now I can only frown.

The unnecessarily detailed description of muscles and flesh is just gross.

Could you please step away from the face?

The picking continues.

I select the reliable dealer and scout specializing in search, then pick a duty soldier to care for the barbarian.

One tank, one dealer, one supporter. The enemy has a similar composition.

“For now, this is as expected.”

Jacky’s briefing before the match.

It matches perfectly with one of the scenarios he suggested back then.

Truly amazing analytical skills.

Even as a backup, he’s clearly a pro team coach.

The ban-pick can determine victory or defeat in team games.

Knowing that well, he must have prepared this meticulously.

I’m thirsty.

I noticed I had been tense without realizing.

With victory so close, it makes sense.

I grabbed a water bottle next to me to quench my thirst.

And just as I was about to set the water bottle back on the desk, a mishap occurred.

Slip- the water bottle slid from my hand.

Water pours from the open spout.

And right under the pesky flow of water—the computer’s main body.

Ah, shit.

With my excellent reflexes, I saw that scene in slow motion.

The main body, soaked with water, started spinning and stuttering before shutting down completely.

No way.

Not during a broadcast but in the middle of a tournament!

I couldn’t cause a hassle for my team.

I hurriedly started cleaning up.

Wiping up the water and rebooting the computer as fast as I could.

It took a full 2 minutes to do this.

It should’ve been plenty of time left before the game started.

But there was more than just that issue.

With the fan roaring, the monitor began flickering.

It might or might not power back on.

I might have to contact my teammates and head to a nearby PC Bang.

I’d be carrying a portion of risk, but there’s no helping it.

Whirr-

Fortunately, the computer booted quickly, and I hurriedly reconnected to the game.

Due to the forced shutdown, the computer was restoring the previously open programs.

Both the game and Discord connected nearly simultaneously, and I was greeted by my teammates’ urgent voices.

“Molru? Molru? Molru! Where did you go? We need to swap!”

“No!”

“You must’ve bugged out!”

“Nothing we can do! Adjust the combination among the rest!”

A situation that felt like chaos, and thankfully Jacky held on to his senses and made the best decision.

The horrid scene before me was filled with the screams of my teammates.

After the ban-pick finished and a brief loading period, the game began.

I should’ve been a rogue or an assassin as planned, but instead, I had suddenly become a hefty barbarian!

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