I Became a Malicious Streamer

Victory.

Thanks to my mistakes, I managed to win the first match, which was a mess, and I effortlessly won the second match without any blunders as well.

With the rules being a best of five, the score ended up being 2-0, not even close.

The organizers seemed to expect a nail-biting finish, starting at 1-1 and ending at 2-1, but those hopes were dashed.

Having won the first match by a narrow margin, I thought that would be the end of it.

During the winner’s interview that followed the match, the focus was on the closely contested first round.

MVP, or was it called GOAT these days?

Anyway, I was chosen for that honor, and a flurry of questions came my way.

“There were a lot of questions from our commentary team and others about the Barbarian pick; was it a prepared strategy?”

“The Barbarian was not prepared; I accidentally couldn’t pick, and it ended up being a random selection.”

[Legend;]

[The sister accidentally spilled water, lol]

[Looks like she knocked over the water jug due to her big chest]

[It’s the water jug’s fault]

[Not ergonomically designed]

[With those huge jugs, she might as well buy a separate water jug]

[She poops and cleans it up herself, lololol]

[She didn’t prepare at all, but managed that kind of play? Lmao, a true monster]

[That was amazing, GOAT]

“Oh, so it was purely off the cuff?”

“Due to tournament rules, messing up the pick would disadvantage us if we restarted, so we reluctantly went with the Barbarian pick. I also just connected when the game started.”

“You didn’t specifically prepare for the synergy with the Titan during the game, right?”

“No, I just remembered the Barbarian-Titan combo from Season 1 and tried it on the spot, and it worked out.”

[Wow]

[The sister is so sexy]

[Shit, I crapped my pants, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit]

[Just saying it as if it’s a given]

[With the quick thinking to come up with that on the spot and the drive to execute it… it would have been a weird match if you couldn’t win]

[Seriously a monster]

[Mollru seems overbalanced; she’s definitely banned from the next tournament]

[Well, if you’re jealous, you should’ve picked the teacher; you guys couldn’t win the auction]

[Is that the cringeworthy Jackie team that got roasted for not winning the auction? My chest feels grand…]

[Grand chest, whoa]

[Are we concluding that the big boobs are grand?]

[Yes]

“Yes, the viewers are showing passionate reactions! The unexpected play from the Barbarian was phenomenal; it was like something out of a mad movie! Do you have any secrets to that Barbarian play?”

Hearing the rapid-fire questions from the commentator, I thought.

Well, I’ve played the Barbarian a lot before, and a bit of luck was on my side too.

I can’t ignore how well my teammates performed beyond my expectations.

But somehow, those answers felt unsatisfactory.

It just seemed boring and not fitting for this kind of competition.

So, I gave a response that deviated from the many answers swirling in my head.

“Well, I guess it’s because I’m a Barbarian in real life. Because I act like that in reality, I think I understood the Barbarian better.”

“Huh?”

[So that’s the reason for her big chest]

[That’s barbaric, sister]

[Mollru’s riding, whoa]

[Too white of skin for a Barbarian, no?]

[Is the Barbarian not allowed to have white skin? Does it have to be a nicely tanned skin? Are you a racist?]

[Whoa]

[Feed her some medicine]

“Thanks for that witty answer; it didn’t let us down for this broadcast-worthy interview.”

With that, my interview wrapped up, and we talked to each team member about their thoughts on the victory as the tournament came to an end.

*

“Thanks for your hard work!”

“Oh my, you all worked hard.”

“We won, but I still can’t believe it…”

“I feel like I just took a bus; thanks.”

After the win, the atmosphere was lively and cheerful.

Including Director Jacky, everyone was chatting away excitedly.

And if we successfully wrapped up the event, there was sure to be a phrase that would pop up.

“Shall we go out to eat?”

“Oh, a company dinner sounds great.”

“Is the director footing the bill?”

“The one who brings it up pays, so of course it’s me.”

“Director, you’re awesome!”

The team members cheered for Jacky, who boldly declared he’d cover the dinner expenses.

He coughed awkwardly, as if embarrassed, asking for suggestions, and several options began to emerge.

Ordinary chicken, pizza. Just pork belly and soju… sushi, sashimi. Beef.

“How about the usual chicken and pizza?”

“I’m so tired of that… isn’t pork belly with soju the standard?”

“I want sushi or sashimi!”

“But beef is a bit… is that okay?”

“You’re going to give the director a backache, aren’t you?”

Hahaha!

The atmosphere heated up as everyone clearly leaned towards joining the dinner.

I hadn’t said anything yet, though.

As if noticing that, Papi Joah called out my name.

“What do you want to eat, Mollru?”

“Um… I’m good with anything.”

“That’s the hardest thing to say.”

“Just choose whatever you think is best~”

“I’ll pick something with good taste.”

The discussion continued.

It felt awkward to say I wasn’t joining in this atmosphere.

Papi Joah probably wanted me to attend so she blocked my exit with a question.

She’s sharper than she seems with her usual airhead demeanor.

Well, a company dinner is definitely something I could go to.

It’s not hard to have a meal with acquaintances.

Of course, I could think of it as an internet connection with people I’ve yet to meet in person, seeing it as a business affair since it’s for a broadcast.

“So how about some intestines?”

“Intestines? Isn’t there gonna be barely anything to eat?”

“Intestines are delicious…”

Having spent time together and getting to know these people well,

I knew they were good people.

I genuinely felt inclined to meet up and spend time outside.

“I’ll head out for now.”

“Ah, okay! Thanks for your hard work.”

“See you later.”

I excused myself from the folks deciding on the dinner menu and left the Discord call first.

I was tired and needed to check on the computer, which had spilled water earlier.

There’s a chance some parts might’ve reached their end of life.

I hoped they wouldn’t choose anything weird for the dinner because I wasn’t there.

But then again, I’m pretty open to eating, as long as it’s not something crazy like pineapple pizza.

Speaking of, didn’t everyone say they liked pineapple pizza except me?

An uneasy feeling washed over me as memories from the past suddenly came to mind.

…It’ll be okay, right?

*

“Ah, it’s broken? Yes, yes. How long will it take?”

To cut to the chase, I decided to have my computer repaired.

After consulting with various professionals, including editors, it was suggested that if I felt uneasy, it was best to resolve it then.

I was introduced to a specialized company and sent the hardware there.

It seemed true that they were affordable and skilled, as I received a message that the delivery was completed just after the contact was made with the company.

Fortunately, there wasn’t a major issue, but there was damage to some components, which resulted in diminished performance.

They sent me a rough estimate via text, and the detailed quote seemed quite reliable; I decided to proceed with both repairs and a performance upgrade.

Since I’d be playing high-spec games and streaming, it made sense to have a good setup so that the broadcast wouldn’t be hampered.

I saw it as an investment.

Having made up my mind to continue broadcasting, especially after earning a million won from this tournament, I was financially secure now.

Suddenly, memories of when I had to dip into Ji-eun’s account for my first broadcast came flooding back.

The hazy recollections of spending a few hundred thousand and shaking in fear…

Looks like one must succeed to appreciate things.

So, with the computer being out for repairs, whether I liked it or not, I couldn’t turn on the stream now.

With no appointments, I retreated back to the hermit life in my room for the first time in a while.

Normally, I would have been gaming or catching streams from other broadcasters, but not having a computer made those activities unmanageable.

Stuck in my old habits, I rolled around in my blanket and ended up in a familiar community.

Even without writing anything, just reading some key posts would naturally help me catch up on recent issues.

Within there, I stumbled upon a surprising post.

<8 Reasons Mollru is an Uber Driver eu.> +17

[Honestly, Mollru made the tournament boring, that’s a fact lol] +11

– No beating around the bush. Can’t reveal the main character. Low tier but strangely has champ-level skills. Good at targeting too.

– Isn’t this bitch an Uber driver? lolol

– It is a bit suspicious though

In the gallery I hadn’t visited in a long time, where I was hailed as Galju,

There were words that made me want to stream immediately, talking about fun things.

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