I Became a Malicious Streamer

“Well… I wouldn’t know even if you asked me…”

CLAP

“Then could you send a message to turn on the broadcast?”

“Why are these guys acting like this in someone else’s room?”

“They take after their master, ㅇㅇ.”

“These pesky bugs for real…”

“Everyone leave ~”

“It’s all because Mollru didn’t turn on the broadcast, ㅇㅇ.”

Hehe, the woman laughed foolishly, her face showing some concern.

“He’s quite elusive, so I don’t have his KakaoTalk, just Discord. But wouldn’t it be rude to bother him while he’s resting?”

“Right? LOL What kind of request is that from someone I’m not that close with?”

“Leaving a notice like that is even ruder.”

“Anyway, I’ll just be lounging around without much going on.”

Streamer Ryuah was struggling unexpectedly during her broadcast.

A new streamer who had just begun, with an average viewer count barely hitting a hundred.

Familiar faces, familiar chats, a repetitive broadcasting repertoire.

While the lack of new viewers sometimes bored her, Ryuah had begun to adapt and feel a sense of stability.

However, that maintained balance was shattered overnight.

Precisely, it changed significantly after a recent tournament.

Suddenly, the viewer count skyrocketed to the hundreds.

She was busy managing the influx of new viewers who were impressed by Jacky’s team.

Amidst this, what were these ruffians?

They say nothing remains after a swarm of locusts passes through.

Mollru who steals Lotte’s ketchup, Mollru who slaps O Daesik, Ulsan’s elementary school grandma wiping towels villain Mollru…

In an instant, a group with names that sounded fierce took over her broadcast.

Mollbug. Ryuah thought it was a very apt name, though she didn’t know who coined it.

“I’ve left a message, but… I don’t know if he’ll see it.”

She recalled her father’s words that there were no negotiations with terrorists.

Nibbling her food while nodding at her father’s words, the daughter did not inherit her father’s convictions.

However, the terrorists occupying her broadcast did not leave despite their demands being met.

Ryuah aimed for a clean broadcast that anyone could enjoy, realizing how high and difficult her goal was.

She could see her original viewers being consumed in real time.

There was a good reason why major corporations prohibit mentions of other streamers.

It was becoming impossible to tell if this was Ryuah’s room or Mollru’s waiting room.

The rookie streamer Ryuah did not know that she should have taken a strong stance from the beginning.

Thinking she didn’t quite understand what she was saying, Ryuah proceeded with the broadcast as originally planned.

“Today’s game is… a famous one, right? I’ve brought it along to try. Dragon Road!”

“Suddenly?”

“LOL It’s cute how she’s flustered.”

“Another Dragon Road;;”

“I can already see her screaming and dying.”

“What’s the expected number of deaths?”

“100 deaths is a given, right? Hahaha…”

Ryuah chuckled awkwardly while waiting for the game to load.

As the fierce dragon’s eyes, split vertically, turned to her, she felt instinctively shriveled despite it being just game graphics.

Dragon Road was a game produced by a famous game company that caught people’s attention immediately with a pre-released video.

Streamers awaited its release eagerly to play.

However, Dragon Road was notorious for its brutal game difficulty.

Commonly referred to as a soul-type game, it boasted complex controls and enemy AI patterns in a third-person action RPG.

Even professional streamers known for their gaming prowess often faced challenges when it came to soul-type games, acting as a kind of filter to distinguish talent among users.

Ryuah didn’t hold high expectations.

After all, she knew well that her physical skills weren’t impressive.

She had felt that more deeply after the recent tournament.

But the success of her broadcast didn’t necessarily correlate with high physical prowess.

In fact, many viewers loved and cheered for frustrating and silly gameplay.

The existing audience of about 100 viewers for Ryuah’s stream was undoubtedly that type.

The variable, however, was the group of pesky viewers that had just flocked in.

“Huh…”

Ryuah groaned as she watched her character die rolling on the floor.

She had somehow completed the tutorial and passed the early stages safely, but now she faced a wall.

Balak, the giant boss that communities and other streamers labeled as the newbie slaughterer, the harvester.

A mid-boss with attack motions that beginner players struggled to respond to. An infamously high health pool. Techniques only allowing dodging with impossibility to guard.

For Ryuah, who had never experienced soul-type games and was an absolute newbie, this opponent was far too overwhelming.

“LOL She’s really bad.”

“It genuinely smells like a newbie; can’t hide that.”

“The unmistakable scent of a newbie…”

“What are you even doing there?”

THUD THUD

“This is exactly why we watch; why bother clenching your teeth?”

“Just keep laughing, for real.”

“LOL.”

“Ugh… Please wait, I will definitely defeat that guy.”

Unlike the usual supportive chats slowly building up, the rapidly appearing messages were mostly criticism and mockery.

The growing pains Ryuah had to experience as her broadcast gained momentum.

Feeling frustration for the first time in a long while, she played the game ‘seriously.’

But that didn’t change anything.

Was there a reason Balak was called a newbie slayer? That name was not just a myth.

In fact, she only felt more annoyed and grew tired faster as she consumed her emotions.

“Does he not have a pattern? The creatures I met before had clear patterns…”

“Watch carefully, the motions are fast but he does have patterns ㅇㅇ.”

“How many hits have you taken so far, and you still don’t understand the pattern?”

“But can you even react if you know the pattern?”

“Let’s look for a strategy guide.”

“Reading a guide feels like looking at an answer sheet…”

“She’s really stubborn, LOL.”

“You haven’t gotten hit enough yet.”

“What do you want to say?”

“She just got greedy.”

“I’m sorry… I’ll read the strategy guide.”

Feeling the sharp reactions from the audience, Ryuah shrunk down and carefully read the guide someone sent her.

It worked.

A bit.

It was better than before, but the chronic issues remained unresolved.

She was still insufficient to face Balak.

“Uh, is there any video available? It’s a bit hard to understand just from the text and pictures…”

“The game just came out a few hours ago, do you think there would be one? LOL.”

“This is totally the game company’s fault, ㅇㅇ. Why isn’t there a beginner’s guide?”

“Should we just wait and play tomorrow?”

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-Just skip this guy and continue with the story; it’s not mandatory to catch him.

Someone proposed a compromise to the cute girl scratching her head.

Indeed, Balak was not a critical boss to defeat.

Even without defeating him, the story could progress smoothly, leading to the ending.

“But then, I won’t see the real ending…”

However, the path would branch off.

Depending on whether they defeat Balak or not, the protagonist’s journey would change.

Due to spoiler prevention, she didn’t know exactly, but she had seen that to see the real ending, Balak must be defeated.

With a stubbornness that wasn’t quite stubbornness, she began her brazen attempts without thinking.

Even after dying to Balak countless times, Ryuah refused to give up.

Viewers were bored, but somehow they had begun to cheer for her.

Yet still, she wondered whether she could get through this section today.

“That’s not how you do that.”

Someone’s message in the chat.

With frustration, Ryuah took a short break and saw it.

A chat that seemed exasperated.

“When Balak puts his hand on his sword, he swings it horizontally, so roll out immediately to dodge.”

“When he plants his sword in the ground, go one direction and then go the other to counter.”

“If you think it’ll work, mix in some parries too.”

The chat began to stir as it noticed an anomaly.

Viewers with malicious nicknames, calling themselves “fans,” went into a frenzy, flooding the chat without any moderation system in place.

“Give me that sword; I’ll slice them all!”

Amidst this chaos, Ryuah spotted the chat of ‘her’ and quickly handed over the sword.

It was Mollru who suppressed the viewers expressing excessive affection towards her.

A figure humorously known to hold a fanbase of ten million appeared.

As she swung her sword, the chat transformed into an organized chaos.

Seeing her conquering figure, Ryuah swallowed hard and asked, “Um, Mollru…? Could you show us how you defeat Balak?”

Since she was appointed as a manager, her chats received special attention.

“I’ll start my broadcast.”

“Please check my stream briefly.”

“Yes, ma’am…”

Ryuah once again realized why Mollru was called ‘ma’am.’

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