Chapter 203 - Chapter 199: IF Side Story - Still Getting Devoured (1)
Seon-ah clicked his mouse.
On the monitor, the word "Pentakill" flashed in bold, oversized letters.
In the corner of his screen, where he'd just turned the game around by stealing the Baron and wiping out the entire opposing team, the donation feed exploded.
- Seon-ah! Seon-ah! Seon-ah! Seon-ah! Seon-ah! Seon-ah! Seon-ah! Seon-ah!
- Another pentakill? Another pentakill? Another pentakill? Another pentakill?
- Seon-ah's a hacker, those are some damn good hacks.
[Seon-ah-Jowa-Kyaru-Silheo donated 500,000 won!]
[After the Baron steal, even a penta! Seon-ah is a god! Seon-ah is a god!]
[Seon-ah-Halko-Sipda donated 400,000 won!]
[Seon-ah victory! Seon-ah victory! Seon-ah victory! Seon-ah victory! Seon-ah victory!]
"Wow! Seon-ah-Jowa-Kyaru-Silheo-nim, thank you for the 500,000 won! Seon-ah-Halko-Sipda-nim, thank you for the 400,000 won!"
Even though I'd lived a relatively normal life in this world where gender roles were reversed, I could never truly adapt to society.
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I always flinched, terrified by the hungry, predatory gazes directed at me.
From elementary school through high school, I couldn't even dream of walking home alone.
Stalkers would track me down two or three times a year, every single year.
I'd even come close to being forcibly violated once, and the confidence I'd held as a man in my previous life had long since withered away.
It was traumatizing—being pinned down by a woman who'd subdued both of my hands with just one of hers.
After that, I awakened as an ability user with physical acceleration, but because my base stats were still inferior to any woman's, I couldn't even make it as a Hunter.
I could move a little faster than a female athlete, but I wasn't strong enough to stand against monsters.
Struggling with social phobia, I eventually just holed myself up in my room.
And while trapped in that room, playing games, I realized the true utility of my ability.
The potential was limitless; I could accelerate my brain to speed up my thinking and push my fingers to move at impossible speeds.
In the gaming scene, where reaction time is everything, my acceleration gave me cognitive abilities that rivaled the top pros.
Combined with my social phobia, streaming became the perfect profession for me.
It was an excellent choice.
There were very few skilled male streamers in the scene, and almost none who had the looks to back it up like I did.
"The opponent just surrendered."
After losing the Baron and giving up a pentakill, they'd thrown in the towel. It was a natural result.
Their mental state had clearly shattered, and with only one twin turret left, the outcome was inevitable.
After the match, I scanned the IDs of the ten players. Among them, I saw a few familiar names.
One ID in particular stood out—I'd run into them three times in a row today. Even with four pros on their team, they couldn't do a thing against my cheating acceleration.
I clicked the rank button, and my ID sat at the very top: 254 wins, 38 losses, 1830 LP.
Five months into the season, I was number one with an overwhelming 87 percent win rate.
"I'll take a short break."
I leaned my chair back and let out a deep, weary sigh.
"Haa..."
I spun my chair around to look at the room.
My heart grew heavy, knowing this cramped, narrow space was the only place I could truly rest in peace.
The joy of victory evaporated, replaced by the crushing loneliness of being left alone.
That was when it happened.
The game was over, so I didn't expect any more donations, but suddenly, the alert chimed.
"Huh?"
[Seon-ah-tta-meok-go-sip-da donated 2,000,000 won!]
[Baron steal and a pentakill. I just saw it. Congratulations, Seon-ah-ssi!]
The donor's nickname was... strange, to say the least. But they'd been a big spender since I started streaming five months ago, always dropping massive amounts.
At first, I thought they were a troll and almost banned them, but because they were so polite in chat—contrary to their vulgar nickname—I let it slide.
Looking back, it was a godsend.
Once they started donating, a cycle began where other viewers followed suit, pouring in their own support.
"Seon-ah... tta-meok-go-sip-da-nim, thank you for the 2 million won donation."
I was still a bit pissed, though.
It was obvious they'd chosen that nickname specifically to make me say embarrassing things.
Every time I read it aloud, I'd blush, and that always triggered the trolls in the chat to cross the line.
- I want to fuck him too! I want to get on top and milk Seon-ah's milk!
- Sex pussy cock! Sex pussy cock! Sex pussy cock! Sex pussy cock! Sex pussy cock!
The comment section had gone to hell again.
'I'd be even more grateful if it weren't for that nickname...'
"Noona-nim... we said we wouldn't cross the line. It can't be helped. Manager-nim... please. 'Do it'."
At my signal, a wave of bans followed as the manager swung her iron hammer.
My stream was always like this.
Every time Seon-ah-tta-meok-go-sip-da—or "Seon-tta-meok-jwa"—donated, the chat would devolve into chaos.
Still, it felt like too much of a waste to ban a viewer who'd been there since the very beginning.
It hurt more to lose a long-time supporter than it did to deal with the donation money.
That's why I tried to persuade them again today.
"Hey, Seon-ah... tta-meok-go-sip-da-nim, do you have any intention of changing your nickname?..."
I'd tried to talk them into it before, but they always went silent whenever I brought it up.
Today, however, was different.
A whisper popped up in my chat window.
On TwXtch, you could send private messages using the /w command.
Streamers weren't exempt from that.
My eyes went wide when I saw the message.
They hadn't answered about the nickname—they'd sent a phone number instead.
After finishing the stream, I stared intently at the number.
Seon-ah tta-meok-go-sip-da - 010-xxxx-xxxx
'Why would they give me their number?...'
Do they want to talk in person?...
I hesitated. A streamer and a viewer talking directly was something that should be avoided at all costs.
'But this is the only way to keep my comment section from going to hell, right?'
For the sake of peace, I picked up my phone, entered the number, and added them on Talk.
Contrary to the vulgar nickname, there were three very normal names listed there.
I read them out loud.
"Park Yu-rin..."
It was a name I'd never heard before.
But why did I have such an ominous feeling?
I couldn't grasp why just seeing the name gave me the chills.
Since they'd given me the number to discuss the nickname, I figured I'd try to start a conversation.
- Hey.... are you, by any chance, Seon-ah-tta-meok-go-sip-da-nim?
If they'd given me the wrong person's number, I'd be committing social suicide. If that were the case, I'd have to gift Seon-tta-meok-jwa a permanent ban.
- Yes. That's right. Are you Seon-ah-nim, by any chance?
A reply came back in less than ten seconds. They must have been holding their phone.
- Yes, that's right. Hello. I'm the streamer Lee Seon-ah.
It was embarrassing; I'd never called myself a streamer like that before.
But I figured this was the most straightforward way to identify myself.
- Hello... Oh my goodness... I gave you the number while being half-doubtful... I didn't think you would accept it.
To think they didn't even expect it after making my chat go to hell like that... Isn't that a bit much?...
I didn't intend to talk for long.
I only messaged them to get Park Yu-rin to change her nickname.
- You know I'm contacting you because of the nickname change, right?... That... because of the nickname Seon-ah-tta-meok-go-sip-da... my stream's comment section gets messy every time... I'm asking you just this once.
- Hmm... but I like this nickname...
To say directly that she liked a nickname that implied she wanted to fuck me... In my opinion, this person wasn't just a pervert.
I hid those thoughts and tried to remain polite.
- What can I do to make you change your nickname?
- Can't you... meet me just once?... I've wanted to meet you for a long time.
Exchanging phone numbers was already risky enough to cause a stir.
If I met them in person, something even bigger would happen...
I tried to refuse, wanting to keep my conscience clear.
But when I didn't reply for a long time, she made the first move.
- Don't you want to become a TwXtch partner streamer?... If you meet me just once, I'll change my nickname and... I'll also help you become a partner streamer. I have connections.
My hand, which had been typing a refusal, started hitting the backspace key repeatedly.
- Th... then I'll meet you... just once. Instead... you have to keep it a secret, okay?
- Of course.
"Haa... a partner..."
I'd been eyeing that for a while, since the settlement ratio changes once you become a partner.
However, my applications had been rejected repeatedly because of my history of suspensions caused by the obscene spam from Seon-tta-meok-jwa.
'I'd basically given up on it ever happening.'
If what she said was true, meeting her once wouldn't be so bad.
- How about the cafe right in front of Yeoksam Station this Friday at 3 PM?...
- Sounds good.
In the end, I'd agreed to meet the woman named Seon-tta-meok-jwa... no, Park Yu-rin, at a cafe this Friday at 3 PM.