I Became a Malicious Streamer

I had a longtime habit of sorting my thoughts in my head and diving straight into the main topic without much explanation.

I didn’t like to go around in circles or talk extensively, which often led to minor misunderstandings.

“Moving?”

The first to react to my words was Ji-yeon. She muttered “moving” a few times, then clapped her hands as if it was great news.

“Then you can come back home! Your room is still empty, and we can see each other every day!”

Home, huh. That could definitely be a contender. It’s not uncommon for a female broadcaster who’s been stalked to return to her family’s embrace.

Yeah, if that’s what ‘family’ truly means.

Ji-eun, by some unfortunate event, had come to live independently. There must have been a reason why a twenty-three-year-old woman lived alone in her room without a job.

What would happen when she faced her family again? I can’t even imagine.

It wouldn’t be an easy task to blend into the lives of people I’ve never met while pretending to be Ji-eun with no memories.

Thus, the option to return to the family home, where Ji-yeon lived, was dismissed.

Without revealing my hidden thoughts, I shook my head to express my refusal.

“No, I’m more comfortable living alone. I’ve earned a good amount of money, so I should just find a new place.”

“Aww…”

It seemed Ji-yeon sensed that no matter how much she pleaded, I wouldn’t change my mind, so she stopped pushing.

With her backing off, it was someone else who tried to persuade me.

“Come to Busan.”

“…Huh?”

“Come to Busan.”

Ryuah looked me in the eye boldly. Had she always been like this? I feel like she was like this when she was drunk too.

When I stayed silent, confused, she started listing the perks of Busan: the scenery was beautiful along the coast, the milmyeon was delicious, the gookbap was fundamental, the weather was nice.

Sure, it would be nice to live there. After all, it’s the huge city often called the second capital of South Korea.

Being close to the beach, I could stroll along the coast for a change of pace.

But I had no plans to move my base of operations so suddenly.

Having lived in Seoul for decades, any other region felt foreign to me.

No matter how many times I moved, it would probably still be within Gyeonggi-do.

For that reason, the idea of moving to Busan was also turned down.

“That’s too bad…”

Busan is quite far away, indeed. Ryuah looked disappointed as she retreated.

They only talked about where they would move but didn’t seem to have any objections about me moving.

When I asked, the response was straightforward.

“Well… I’ve been unhappy living here for a while. I’d rather live in a safe neighborhood with good security than here.”

“With my income, I could live anywhere. Other broadcasters live in officetels or apartments, not just one-room apartments.”

“I think the same.”

It seemed I wasn’t really aware of how much money I was earning.

From others’ perspective, it might seem I could easily afford to move and buy various luxury items, making them wonder why I hadn’t done anything yet.

Having lived my entire life as an ordinary citizen, I couldn’t possibly be used to spending money.

“Then, let’s do this.”

I roughly explained the layout of the house I imagined.

Two rooms and a living room.

One room would be my relaxation and bedroom, and the other would be solely for broadcasting.

I’d read somewhere that to boost work efficiency, one should separate their work space from their relaxation space.

I hadn’t understood that in the past, but as a broadcaster now, I really resonated with that statement.

Around the time I’d get tired mid-broadcast, I’d desperately want to throw myself onto the bed behind me.

It felt like being tempted in real-time while working.

Oh, just thinking about it makes me happy, doesn’t it?

Just by preparing one more room, I could escape that psychological torment.

Moving… might not be so bad after all?

“I’m thinking of installing a soundproof booth in the workroom.”

“A soundproof booth? Ji-eun’s style is to broadcast quietly, though.”

“Well, there are times when I need to make some noise, especially during horror games. It always slightly bothered me.”

Imagine a one-room apartment where you can hear a woman screaming in the middle of the night.

It’s a relief the neighbors didn’t call the police to check on what was happening.

Of course, I didn’t scream THAT loudly, but it could have happened without it being too strange.

“Let’s make the bedroom a spacious room.”

“Huh?”

“Sometimes, you can come sleep over. Let’s go for a queen-size bed. Super singles are a bit tight for two.”

Can’t we just put in two beds? Or use another room as a guest room?

In any case, it was pretty clear that a spacious bedroom was necessary.

I couldn’t exactly tell Ji-yeon not to come over, and if I did, she would probably cry and make me uncomfortable.

Thus, a rough plan was formed.

Considering my condition, I decided to rest today and look for houses starting tomorrow.

Even amidst all this, I had to ensure at least one person stayed close to me because of the stalker situation.

Today Ji-yeon would sleep over, tomorrow I would go house hunting with Si-young, and the day after would be with Ryuah.

This wasn’t a three-shift work schedule or anything.

I brought up whether this was overprotective, but it was simply brushed aside.

The stalker incident seemed to have impacted them quite a bit.

“Didn’t Ryuah have to go down to Busan?”

“I’ll be in Seoul this week, so it’s fine.”

“Then Thursday is for Ji-yeon, Friday for me, and Saturday is-.”

Si-young calmly organized the schedule.

Had they already made arrangements amongst themselves? Things were progressing A to Z without me.

And my opinions weren’t included at all.

Could you please consider my situation of being stuck with someone all day?

At least it was fortunate there wasn’t much stuff in my house.

Without even a single couch, my house was just a bed and some clothes.

I planned to throw out the hard bed, which I didn’t even know how long I’d been using, and buy a new one, so I didn’t have much to pack.

I thought I had considered everything related to the move, but there was still one final issue.

“What about the broadcast?”

“Maybe you should take a break, at least a week?”

“It hasn’t been long since I took a week off.”

Right now, there was no problem, but once I found a new place and started moving my stuff, I wouldn’t be able to broadcast.

The situation that would arise was simple.

It would end up being a kind of reception center for overzealous fans.

If I declared a long hiatus, it was clear what these people would do.

Just last time, things had gotten chaotic, so why would it be any different now?

The scene of my enthusiastic fans causing a ruckus in Ryuah’s room was still vivid in my mind.

They might understand that I’m moving because of a stalker, but I had no intention of discussing that story during my broadcast.

Now that I had made a name for myself in the industry, it was inevitable for me to attract both fans and detractors.

Even if I couldn’t see them, a significant number must be out there, and I didn’t want to let them know I’d been harmed by something.

All I could announce was about moving, and that itself was an excuse.

Honestly, it didn’t matter what happened to other broadcasts; I hoped other broadcasters would handle it well.

It was common for dynamic viewers to hop from one broadcast to another.

What mattered more to me was just wanting to stream.

I had a game lined up to play, but I wasn’t playing it for days due to being under the weather.

If I’m going to play a game, it’s more fun to have someone around to react and share thoughts.

The chat room served that role for me.

Playing a game in a now-empty chat room had become an unimaginable situation for me.

I’ll move, but I also want to stream.

Faced with this quandary, it was Si-young who provided a solution.

“Broadcast at my house.”

“Eh… is that okay?”

“You just need to connect the mic. I think?”

I recalled Si-young’s dimly lit workstation. She probably had three monitors set up, displaying multiple screens like a surveillance room while editing videos.

Ninety percent of them were mine, though. It seemed like she was searching for edit points on several screens with multiple eyes.

Certainly, it didn’t seem like there would be a lack of equipment for broadcasting.

In fact, there might be more than enough. It was mechanically perfect.

“Okay, then I’ll be borrowing your place for that time.”

“I’m fine with that. You can stay over for a few days, too.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Ugh…”

The broadcast situation was settled to be at Si-young’s house.

Ryuah quietly glared at Si-young from the side. She seemed to be unhappy with Si-young for some reason. Was there something going on between them?

Thus, Mollru’s moving plan was formed with lightning speed.

It should work out… right? Probably.

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