I Became a Malicious Streamer

“Hey, hey. Are you asleep?”

“This little punk hasn’t seen you in a while and can’t snap back to reality. Get up!”

I opened my eyes.

As I came to my senses, I found some guys staring at me with bewilderment, holding beer glasses.

My fingertips felt numb, and my mind was foggy like I was in a trance.

Where am I, and what was I doing?

“Um… Who are you?”

“What the hell is this injection? You said you wouldn’t get drunk.”

“Look at his dazed eyes; he seems half gone. Hey, @$#$! Snap out of it.”

Ah, right.

I didn’t recognize these guys at first since it had been a while, but they were my friends, Jeong-tae and Seong-hun.

I had discharged from the military and was enjoying my legitimate bum life, having a drinking party with friends as usual.

But why does it feel like it’s been so long?

According to my routine, I should’ve clinked glasses with them just yesterday.

“Are you feeling okay? Want to drink here?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just… I feel a bit strange.”

“What do you mean strange? Let’s order some snacks, I came without dinner.”

Then they huddled together and decided to order a dish.

I’m not too picky about snacks, so I was cool with anything.

After ordering, Seong-hun pulled out his phone and said, “Check this out, guys. It’s a video of streamers at the EOW tournament, it’s insane.”

The three of us had similar interests and hobbies, so we quickly bonded over games.

So, it was no surprise that we got hooked on the hot new FPS game, EOW.

“Look, it’s not like they’re pros. It’s probably just Diamond Master level at best.”

“I know, right?” Jeong-tae said while sipping his beer.

Even though he was saying that, his gaze was fixed on Seong-hun’s phone, clearly curious about the video that was getting him so excited.

I couldn’t help but peek at the video out of curiosity as well.

From the very start of the video, it was captivating for EOW users.

It was almost like a mad movie featuring the niche agents, Sniper and Swordsman, that people don’t commonly use due to their difficulty level.

The kind of flashy and clean play that makes you say, “Just looking at it makes it tasty.”

Yet, somehow that play felt familiar to me.

“They’re good, I’ll give them that.”

“Right? This person is insane! What’s crazy is that this player is a woman.”

“A woman?”

That was definitely surprising.

While it’s understandable that there are many female users in the FPS genre, the fact that this high-tier player is female is something else entirely.

If this fact gets out, the impact could be huge.

I bet mysterious people from who-knows-where would swarm to Mollru’s stream.

Moll…ru? Who is Mollru?

My head is still foggy, and I feel an inexplicable discomfort.

-Your snacks are ready!-

A plate of crispy fried chicken gizzards arrived.

As my friends had a heated discussion about the mysterious female pro user behind me, I absentmindedly munched on the snack.

Something feels off today. Why is that? I chewed on the crispy fried gizzards, lost in thought…

“What the…?”

It’s not crispy.

It looked perfectly crispy on the outside.

Why does it have a mushy texture?

I wasn’t getting the distinctive chewy feeling of gizzards either.

Not to mention, the oily flavor that often comes with it was gone too.

Did the lady mix something up? Maybe the cooking went wrong.

With these questions in mind, I swallowed the gizzards I was eating and grabbed another piece.

However, my suspicion only grew.

“Abalone?”

Something sticky and gooey seemed to dissolve in my mouth.

After a few chews, the texture was so small and fluid that I could swallow it easily.

In the midst of chewing, a chewy something added a subtle ocean flavor.

“Abalone? What do you mean?”

As I pondered over the weird dish, Jeong-tae, who had been quietly listening, asked with a laugh.

“Hey, what are you talking about? Where’s the gizzard?”

“Uh?”

Does it look like I’m eating gizzards?

After hearing Seong-hun’s words, I looked down again and realized that the dish with the gizzards was gone, and something else was sitting in front of me.

In front of me was a bowl of finely mashed rice with assorted vegetables, boiled in water…

“Porridge?”

At that moment, my consciousness was dragged away.

*

“Right, right… Oh, you’re eating well.”

“Um… Aren’t you treating me like a baby?”

“But we can’t help it. With you in this condition, you can’t eat by yourself. The two of you brought porridge because you were worried.”

“Well, it’s right to feed her something. Ah, you’re awake.”

Through my hazy vision, I saw some people.

Three women with long flowing hair.

The ones chirping away in my ear.

One of them was extending a spoon toward me, while the other two silently observed from the back.

As I regained my senses, I became aware of the position I was in.

I was half-leaning against the bed while Ji-eun was feeding me porridge.

The two people behind were witnessing that scene.

I must’ve dozed off. How did so many people get here while I was out?

It seems like Si-young and Ryuah brought Ji-eun inside.

While the sister was sick, her sister was hosting her guests.

That was quite commendable, truly commendable.

But still, I didn’t need to show them me getting fed porridge.

“Sis, are you awake? You were mumbling and eating adorably while you were asleep. Do you want more porridge?”

“How are you feeling, Ji-eun? Are you okay?”

“You slept well, Director.”

This combination is something else.

I waved my arms at the people welcoming me back, reassuring them that I was okay.

“…Yeah, I’m fine.”

I definitely felt much lighter than before I slept.

Looking around, I noticed signs that someone had taken care of me while I was out.

Like the bowl of porridge I just ate or the wet towel.

I just slept and woke up, but all the sickness and the hassle of meals had been resolved.

Is this what it feels like to be taken care of?

In a subtle state of satisfaction, while gazing at the empty bowl of porridge, Ji-eun spoke up.

“By the way, the porridge was brought by the editor and Ryuah. One was abalone porridge, and the other was beef and vegetable porridge. They wanted you to eat their porridge, so I had no choice but to mix it for you. Was it good?”

“Oh, I see.”

Both of them brought porridge, sure, but to mix the two because she couldn’t choose one?

That’s quite remarkable, Ji-eun.

That was a Solomon-like decision, splitting a child and sharing it.

“More importantly, there’s something we need to discuss.”

Si-young stepped forward, looking serious about something.

However, she was quickly cut off by Ryuah.

“Is it okay to tell that to a patient who just woke up?”

“But shouldn’t they know since it’s about them?”

What kind of news could invoke such reactions?

I sneaked a glance at Ji-eun, and she seemed to already know.

Her expression was complicated, so it didn’t seem like ordinary news.

“First, please both take a seat. You’ve been standing for a while, it must be tiring.”

“Not really, but there are no chairs…”

“Oh.”

As the host, I felt uneasy seeing my guests standing uncomfortably, but I overlooked one crucial detail.

There aren’t many chairs in my house.

Since people don’t visit often, I never bothered to get extras.

The only visitors I had were Ji-eun occasionally, and Si-young when we were meeting.

There were exactly two chairs to sit face-to-face.

One was my gaming chair.

Currently occupied by Ji-eun, while I was leaning against the bed.

That left one chair remaining.

Noticing my hint, Ryuah quietly took a seat.

I could’ve insisted she sit down, but it seemed like she had a pretty thick skin.

Still, this is how it goes; first come, first served.

Can’t blame anyone here.

Si-young, with no chair left, chose her spot very close.

Right next to me on the bed.

Ah, this approach works too. If there are no chairs, I could just sit on the bed.

My earlier worry about not having enough chairs felt foolish now.

“Ah!”

Ryuah let out a melodious gasp as she saw Si-young sitting next to me.

She clearly didn’t expect her to sit there.

The expression on her face displayed her disappointment clearly.

Is it that big of a deal?

Well, a bed is definitely more comfortable than a hard chair.

Regardless, that wasn’t what mattered right now.

“So, what’s going on?”

“Uh, well—”

I quickly summarized what Si-young was trying to convey.

I understand why Ryuah intervened; she was probably worried I’d get shocked.

Apparently, I have a stalker. According to them, even when they came in, someone was loitering by my door.

The evidence was too clear from the scene they found and the details on their phones. There’s no doubt it’s a stalker.

Once Si-young finished her story, the room fell silent as if everyone had agreed on it.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for me, the victim, to respond.

If I said I wasn’t shocked, I’d be lying.

The gazes I felt in front of my house being labeled as a stalker makes sense.

Now I understand why celebrities seem stressed by privacy invasions.

But what can I do about what’s already happened?

The silver lining is that the stalker hasn’t caused me serious harm and was handed over to the police.

I guess I need to prepare to prevent such occurrences in the future.

With this thought process running through my mind, my conclusion was simple.

“I’m moving.”

My home address could have been exposed.

I want to move.

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