I Became a Malicious Streamer

“Um, may I ask your name…?”

Jacky, who had been blankly staring, asked with his dazed eyes.

When the expressionless woman slightly frowned, Jacky swallowed nervously.

But she walked into the room as if nothing had happened, flipping her long hair back.

The edges of her closed coat flapped, revealing her pure white neck.

As she took a quick step closer, her eyes crinkled charmingly.

“I’m Mollru, sorry for being late.”

Clang-!

The silence that lasted about three seconds was broken by the sound of something falling.

Ryuah frantically picked up the fork she had dropped, and the people in the room who had been gazing at the stranger snapped out of it.

“Mollru?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

The room, which had been quiet, became much livelier after Tex, who had been chewing steak, spoke up.

The noise was mostly about Mollru.

And why not? It was an unexpected appearance from an unexpected person at an unexpected time.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that appearance occupies most of interpersonal relationships.

While it’s impossible to deduce someone’s looks based only on their voice, most people in this room were certainly thinking that way.

Still, this was genuinely unexpected.

The truth was, Papi Joah thought Mollru couldn’t come because she was a solo cam broadcaster.

While she said she would attend a get-together, the moment it came to showing her appearance, it seemed she hesitated.

Thus, if Mollru were to show up, she thought they could chat about something other than looks without worrying about it.

That thought was unnecessary meddling and consideration.

The woman in front of her probably lived without worrying about such things.

She likely led a life accustomed to people’s kindness and consideration.

“Mollru, over here! Here! Please sit here.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Traffic must be bad since it’s the weekend, right? You must be hungry. Tex, order more food.”

Mollru, sitting at the center of the table, quickly became the focus of the gathering.

Except for Ryuah, everyone else at the gathering had quite a bit of broadcasting experience.

As the broadcast went on, information about them naturally surfaced, but Mollru was the only one without any info.

At least Ryuah had the characteristic of being a college student whose face could be seen, but Mollru was a complete mystery.

The sudden appearance of this unidentified newcomer in the broadcasting scene wasn’t a groundless rumor about her being a foreigner or an alien.

She was a remarkably skilled EOW agent, suspiciously so.

Anyone even slightly interested in internet broadcasting couldn’t help but be curious about her.

Though she didn’t intend it, she had become a mysterious broadcaster, which led to the current situation.

“Uh, um… yes. That’s right. Yes.”

Mollru, bombarded with questions, appeared quite flustered.

She seemed burdened by the attention but also had this compulsion to meet those expectations.

One might define her as a peculiar person.

Her aloof beauty seemed like it could slap someone in the face at any moment, turning the place into a filming spot.

But what was the meaning behind her actions that felt so mismatched?

Her discomfort with being treated specially felt out of place, like wearing ill-fitting clothes.

That gap drew even more curiosity.

Mollru’s broth… is this what fans feel? The more you know, the more you want to know.

No, she’s experiencing so many more things about Mollru than they are just by hearing and seeing her.

Feeling a slight superiority for winning over a group of strangers, Papi Joah continued to observe Mollru.

Mollru, as a broadcaster, was indeed an attractive person.

Her calm voice didn’t fit her gaming style, and her occasional unexpected actions, as well as how she skillfully managed her viewers, all contributed.

People even agreed with a joke that Mollru was optimized for drawing in fans.

However, the Mollru who finally revealed herself was even more captivating.

“Um… can I call you unni? I’m born in 2000. Huh? We’re the same age? No way.”

“Is Ryuah throwing shade on Mollru’s age?”

“No! I didn’t mean that… It’s just that you seem very mature.”

Ryuah, fidgeting with her fingers and turning red.

“Wow, awesome. Mollru, you’re really awesome. Can I ask your real name? Oh, Ji-eun! That’s a nice name. By the way, how old are you?”

“They say the pasta and steak here are great. I’ve ordered extras, so please grab some bread. Huh? Wine? You haven’t eaten in a while? Please have something… This has quite the kick, though. Oh, yes, sounds good. Yes.”

Tex, with a sly expression, started his interrogative investigation on Mollru.

Jacky jeered at him, calling him a water buffalo, but he couldn’t care less.

Cheolwoo looked both surprised and satisfied by Mollru’s somewhat bold demand for wine.

He was happy to gain a drinking buddy.

Suddenly, a desire to jump in between them bloomed in Papi Joah.

More accurately, she wanted to have a conversation with Mollru.

However, the distance between her spot and Mollru’s was quite far, making it hard to start a conversation.

How much louder would she have to shout to reach her voice across the noisy room?

Still, she amusingly contemplated picking up her chair and inching closer to Mollru, but she lacked the courage to actualize it.

Am I really this introverted? Papi Joah pondered while simply sipping her wine.

*

She felt dizzy.

“No, how can we be the same age? Wow, your skin is really nice. Up close, I can’t see a single pore… Shall we speak informally? Huh? I should start? Then let’s be friends from now on~~. Why do you keep using formal speech~~? Speak informally, please.”

Ryuah, completely tipsy from a few glasses of wine, rambled with a flushed face.

“Honestly, tell me. Since when have you been an EOW? One and a half months? What a talent…? Watching you play Dragon Road makes it feel real. You seriously have no main account? Put it all on the line, seriously.”

Jacky gave off a strangely familiar vibe as he was interrogating her.

Hehehehe! Heheh!

Tex was laughing weirdly while looking at me, apparently finding something funny.

“Should I pour you another glass? You drink well. But if it gets hard, you can stop. Don’t feel pressured to drink just to match my pace. Oh, you’re doing that again. You don’t have to turn your head away while drinking. I’m not that kind of person who cares about manners. How old did you say you were? Twenty-three? For a young person these days, you don’t seem like it.”

Cheolwoo over there was chatting and sharing drinks with ease.

This side was much more comfortable. I guess I’ve turned into an unavoidable old man.

I didn’t know what it was like before I arrived, but the table felt like it revolved around me, as someone who joined late.

In the online world, fine, but to get such excessive attention in reality…

It was all expected, but that didn’t make it any less difficult.

There’s a saying that being right makes for an even greater hurt, you know?

Nonetheless, the wine was tasty. Far better than the soju I had alone in my studio apartment.

I knew the reason well.

It wasn’t that the wine itself was so delicious, but rather that it was a drink meant to be enjoyed with everyone.

I was reminded again at this point that I need interactions with others despite everything.

*

“Shall we start the broadcast~? Many people asked for just a glimpse of our faces.”

About an hour had passed since I arrived.

As the atmosphere cooled down slowly and everyone had eaten enough, Ryuah waved her arm and spoke up.

“I’m fine with that.”

“But Ryuah, is it okay to go on air in that state?”

“Uh, of course! Of course. I’m a real broadcaster. No pretenses, just a genuine broadcaster…”

Broadcasting, broadcasting.

Come to think of it, there was that mention on Discord too.

Just a quick face flash and then turn it off.

Everyone went quiet, dropping one-liners, as if they were in sync.

I habitually sipped my wine and assessed the situation.

Ah, they’re looking for my cue, huh?

Since I’m not showing my face.

But it wasn’t a problem at all.

Having done off-cam segments for competitions, I had also carried out handcam broadcasts not too long ago.

I could just do the broadcast in that style.

“Shall we do it for a bit?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“It’s not like my face will be shown, so what’s the worry?”

As I expressed my intent, Papi Joah nodded and switched the broadcast on.

In just three minutes, many people had congregated after seeing a title about a team gathering.

“Hello~ This is Papi Joah. Yes, this is a team gathering, and I’ll just show you my team members and then turn it off. Please don’t crowd or spam…”

The streamers greeted one by one, showing their faces.

The chat exploded with laughter at seeing Ryuah, who was blushing and tongue-tied.

Meanwhile, a voice from the electronic chat sought out one unconnected streamer.

[Our dear Mollru has sponsored 10,000 won!]

– Is Mollru here?

The chat started to flood with Mollru’s name, beginning with a polite inquiry that didn’t match her nickname.

I exchanged glances with Papi Joah and waved my hand toward the camera lens.

“Hello, I’m right here.”

Trying to say another word to the passionately responding viewers, the broadcast suddenly cut off.

“Uh… It seems too many people came in all of a sudden and crashed it.”

“Wow, just the glimpse of her and the broadcast breaks down.”

“Maybe it’s something to do with being on mobile?”

“We’ve exchanged greetings, after all.”

Was this the power of Moll-chan? I offered an awkward smile as I looked at my teammates praising her.

I don’t need this power…

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