I Have Reasons to Hate Streamers

Above the graveyard of shipwrecks.

The lifeless body of the hunter was thrown into the sea.

This was the price for stubbornly sticking to an easy build even after being nerfed.

What an audacious fellow.

If you’re nailed in a coffin, you should stay put inside.

[You have won! You have gained 28 points …]

Splat. On the lone shipwreck.

I sprawled out and caught my breath for a moment.

How many rounds did I play?

My body felt strangely languid, so I couldn’t remember well.

It was a sign that it was time to get out of the connection device.

The human body breaks down if it doesn’t get sleep, so my body was starting to send warnings.

[System: 47 hours have passed since connection.]

[System: Excessive gaming is harmful to health. Rest is recommended.]

[System: Sweet dreams are more beautiful when your health is maintained.]

Right.

I should probably log out soon.

This time too, when I get out, I’ll have to immediately put food in my stomach.

I’ll need to properly take supplements and such as well.

Long-term shut-in life surprisingly required delicate management.

But before that, there was something I absolutely had to do.

[Tear of the Demon Dragon]

[Item Grade: Unique]

Part of the tears allegedly collected from the eyes of a ferocious demon dragon long ago.

Dragon tears can only be collected right before death, so they can’t be obtained through ordinary means.

There’s said to be a way to trade for it in a dimly moonlit temple…

[Acquisition Method: Guild Quest]

[Usage: Magic Barrier Catalyst]

[Can be traded after 120 hours from acquisition. (Time remaining – 00:00)]

[Trade restriction time only decreases while connected.]

[60% chance of losing ownership upon death.]

My best trophy from the previous request.

An item cherished even at the guild level was safely enshrined in my inventory.

Of course, I haven’t returned this to the SSA guild yet.

This is my rightful trophy.

I not only fulfilled all the request contents but also showed results beyond that.

I killed 8 out of 10 enemies, so there shouldn’t be any complaints.

It wasn’t me who stole the item, but Dongmicham’s assassin.

And I just took the item back from that assassin.

Strictly speaking, these are two completely different incidents.

I’m not sure if the SSA guild would agree, though.

Well, seeing as there’s no contact, they seem to think they just lost it.

They probably think Dongmicham recovered it.

FlameOfCommunism would have only reported up to the point where he was killed by the assassin.

Normally, I wouldn’t have bothered chasing after a fleeing assassin either.

But now the 5-day trade restriction has ended.

This means I can do whatever I want with this item!

Still, my hand moved towards a name in my friend list.

To work long in this field, it’s important to show some loyalty.

This time SSA was the client, so it wouldn’t be bad to give them the first right to purchase.

Of course, they’ll have to pay the right price.

[Sending a whisper to DongjakStationAgent]

– Hey

– What’s this?

– (Item link: Tear of the Demon Dragon)

– I’m going to sleep, so write down how much you want to buy it for

(DongjakStationAgent is typing a message…)

[Infinity Black has been terminated.]

[Gawol, thank you for using our service.]

* * *

What should I eat today?

The menu will obviously be ramen, but there are many types of ramen.

Moreover, even with the same ramen, whether to boil or stir-fry it was an important question.

Alright, I’ve decided.

Today, let’s have black bean sauce ramen after a long time.

I hold the pan with one leg raised like a crane.

I pour cooking oil and drop an egg. I don’t usually add luxuries like eggs, but I should eat what’s been bought for me.

After gently placing the half-cooked fried egg aside, I boiled the ramen.

“Hya, why did I suddenly crave this today? I don’t even eat it often usually.”

I don’t remember well when I last ate real jajangmyeon.

I’ve had black bean sauce ramen even after my body changed… but in my mind, they’re clearly different foods.

The taste itself seems similar, but it’s subtly different, you know.

While boiling the ramen, I have to stand on one foot continuously.

As this isn’t an easy task, I sat on a chair to take a short break.

Even during this, notifications were lighting up my phone incessantly.

[Infinity Black App – You have unread messages.]

[Infinity Black App – You have unread…]

It’s obvious who’s so eagerly looking for me.

Seeing that there are multiple lines of messages, it doesn’t seem to be just one person.

Probably the SSA guild master or executives.

But what can you do if I ignore you?

What can you do besides trembling in fear that your hard-found opportunity might fly away?

A smirk escaped me.

I decided to reply 12 hours later.

I couldn’t break my promise to myself.

Sadly, I had no choice but to lie down in bed and sleep as soon as I finished my meal.

Still, should I take a quick look?

It’s fine as long as I don’t reply, right?

[Checking messages in secret mode.]

[Message read status will not be shown to the other party.]

* * *

As soon as I woke up, a sudden intuition found me.

There’s a devil in the blanket. A devil that has plunged countless humans into suffering.

Afraid of realizing this animal instinct, I shut my eyes tight.

It was a meaningless act.

The devil that came to me wasn’t the kind that could be avoided by turning a blind eye to reality.

Rather, the ominous feeling grew stronger as other senses became more vivid.

The devil that came to me – something I absolutely couldn’t welcome.

What most of humanity in the past considered as ‘impurity’ or ‘God’s punishment’.

It was a curse that makes iron rust and flowers bleed to death.

I painfully pushed away the fear and lifted the blanket.

Then, my hand lost strength.

“This is crazy… What should I do?”

The flimsy nightwear was stained with blood.

Yes. The devil’s name was menstruation.

Usually, there are signs a day or two before.

It seems I failed to notice due to being too immersed in the game.

It might be natural since I was stuck in the connection device all along and went straight to sleep.

Fortunately, it seems the blood didn’t reach the blanket.

I was worried because washing is quite tricky with my body, but it looked like I just needed to wash myself and change clothes.

“Ugh…!”

While trying to take a towel from the storage.

My body naturally hunched over due to sudden abdominal pain.

I’m not sure if my menstrual pain is particularly severe.

I don’t think I’m the type to exaggerate, but pain isn’t something you can compare with others.

I became even less certain after my body changed.

However, it seems my mind has weakened along with my body.

When my lower abdomen feels like it’s being torn apart like this, groans escape along with cold sweat.

“Nngh, kuh…! Hoo… Ughh.”

It’s okay. Pain doesn’t last forever.

It’s a humiliation I have to endure once a month anyway.

Occasional sharp pains were unavoidable.

So what troubled me wasn’t the pain in my lower abdomen.

Suddenly, the single room that felt like a fortress seemed like a prison without bars.

I felt like garbage drifting in the vast sea, trapped inside.

My heart that goes wild without direction at times like this, and then for no reason becomes happy – me smirking.

That was truly the monster that tormented me.

Oh no.

This state won’t do.

‘Let’s wash up first. I’ll feel better after cleaning the blood off my body. Then I’ll enter the game.’

As expected, my judgment was correct.

Once I got under the water, my sticky feelings seemed to dilute a bit.

Above all, it’s nice because it’s warm. skin always maintains a temperature lower than body temperature.

That’s why when you hold hands with someone else, you feel warmth as your body temperatures exchange.

This must be because humans are born as animals craving others.

But in this world, there are people like me who can’t receive warmth from others.

So sometimes we need to fill that lacking warmth in warm water like this, or sometimes under the blanket.

‘It’s a bit lonely. I thought I was used to it by now.’

I didn’t know before because I rarely got sick.

That when your body is in pain, people tend to become sentimental.

That’s why I hated periods terribly.

I can’t get attached to the red bloodstains washing away between my legs, or the presence of breasts felt when soaping up.

Actually, I thought about cutting this long hair really short.

The hairdresser sister made a fuss saying it would be a waste, and I thought it wouldn’t help me either, so I gave up.

It feels bad, like I’m running away, you know.

I’ve already changed.

Trying to deceive the eye to look even a little like before is just ugly.

That kind of escape wasn’t my style.

‘But, there’s no need to bear this pain alone.’

After wrapping my hair in a towel, I immediately turned on the internet.

While putting on the sanitary pads I had stocked up, I searched for streamers who were live.

I entered each broadcast one by one, imprinting their approximate locations in my mind.

They look so happy.

While my mood has gone to pieces today.

If you’re going to enjoy yourselves, let’s enjoy together.