Streaming Life After Paying Off Debt - Chapter 103

40 million won in mission funds stacked in front of me.

What made me more flustered than that was the atmosphere of the broadcast.

– Duntang has donated 10,000 won.

[If you’re scared, just d*e?]

– Gachikoi has donated 10,000 won.

[I’m actually worried about tomorrow evening?]

How many arguments had there already been? The viewers glared with intensity, refusing to back down even an inch.

Even as they rumbled at each other, the mission funds continued to grow.

“Uh…”

Before I could grasp the situation, I halted my thoughts at the ever-increasing mission amount.

In a hurry, I called out the culprit behind this mess.

– What the hell is going on right now?!?!?!

As soon as I sent the text, my phone rang.

I gritted my teeth and answered the call from the familiar number on the screen.

“Ah, hello?”

“Hello? Do I look like I’m doing well right now?!”

I roared back at the frail voice that came through the phone.

Still, I suppressed my frustration and asked.

“Let’s hold off on the scolding for later. Just explain quickly; we’re out of time.”

“So…”

According to her, it had started as a simple argument.

“The newly incoming viewers are, after all, the exact opposite of the existing viewers, right? So…”

The stone that rolled in wants to knock out the stone that’s stuck,

The stone that’s stuck wants to drive the rolling stone out. The fight began to escalate.

“Like peacocks courting, the viewers started alternating in sending donations to show off that they have money.”

If one side donated 10,000 won, the opposite side would counter with 20,000 won.

Then the other side would send 30,000 won, and this ongoing dispute led me to naturally think of the donation methods from other platforms.

‘That’s just Baekdu Mountain, isn’t it?’

Starting from 1 and going up to 100.

This method of donations, which rises sequentially in amount, resembles climbing a mountain.

‘But at that level… is it okay?’

It was indeed a rare sight in this neighborhood.

However, things were different next door.

It was a very common method of collecting money, even seen in regular broadcasts at level 10.

‘Why does it have to change so much when it comes to my broadcast, even though it’s the same donation method…’

For a moment, the thought that there was a hundredfold difference between one balloon and 10,000 won flickered in my mind, but I quickly wiped it away.

‘That’s not important right now!’

I forcibly pushed down the Pandora’s box that had opened.

Meanwhile, her words continued.

“I kept trying to stop it! But the viewers who ignored me suddenly started saying strange things!”

That it was hypocritical to stop them.

That I should lower my smirk.

Hearing that all kinds of rumors had spread, her chat room appeared vividly in my mind.

– But why do we have to spend money to fatten her up?

– For real, look at them silently watching?

– Now that they’re talking, they finally start to stop, hahahaha.

– Look at her pretending to stop while her mouth is split wide open, hahahaha.

‘Those bastards.’

Just imagining it made my head spin.

Thinking of Luna, who must have endured this pain in real-time, brought tears to my eyes.

“You’ve worked hard…”

As I said this with a lot of sympathy, she continued with a quivering voice.

“Wah…! Suddenly… ugh! They said something to me and then started making missions because they want to have fun too…”

The viewers who suddenly turned hostile against the streamer.

Of course, despite that, the ones who had been fighting just moments ago did not reconcile.

“They were all saying their content was fun…”

Thus, the two types of donation boxes were created.

With the battlefield limited, it was obvious that the firepower would be concentrated.

And the result was…

————–

Virtual Tactile Suit

Mission Amount: 25,000,000 won

————–

————–

24 Hour Roulette Broadcast

Mission Amount: 25,000,000 won

————–

It was the output lying in front of me.

“I’m sorry… But I did my best too!”

Even after that, numerous excuses followed, but I heard nothing in my ears.

“So, at first, what I did was…”

I cautiously took my phone away from my cheek.

“… I did. Sis? Can you hear me? Sis? Sis?”

Ignoring the intermittent sounds that came through, I threw the phone into the corner of the bed.

Thud.

With the sound of the bed bouncing, the room fell silent.

Finally, I let out a weary sigh in the approaching stillness.

But at that moment, a sound intruded on my peace.

– ㅇㅇ has donated 10,000 won.

[That money, go sh**t it at the virtual YouTuber room you like. This is a female streamer room, you know?]

– Mimono has donated 10,000 won.

[I’m donating to my favorite virtual YouTuber room, you know? Can’t you see what’s on the screen?]

The viewers continued to argue without any sign of exhaustion.

Because of their fight, I lost even the modest sense of calm I had managed to find.

Thud.

Something in my head snapped.

I quietly turned on the microphone.

And I shouted with all my might.

“Just all of you get lost!! You bastards!!!!”

I spat out the flames rising from my core without holding back.

My voice, burning with rage, starkly contrasted with the character smiling in the stream, vividly showcasing my emotions.

– Hohoho!

– Ah…

– I’m sorry…

– Finally broke the mask, hahahaha.

– Why is it so calm today~

I left the sharply divided reactions to be and directed my anger toward the existing viewers.

“Crazy turret bastards, do you have anyone’s business to ruin?”

– Haha, sorry!

– Business? Seriously, haha.

– Miju, you must be Na Jaksu…

– For Na Jaksu, you’re kind of big…

The viewers laughed off my reprimands.

However, someone who couldn’t read the atmosphere rebutted my words.

– ㅇㅇ has donated 10,000 won.

[No, those bastards started it first -_-]

“You probably started it gently, right? Huh? Have I been broadcasting with you for just a day or two?”

Whether my words hit the mark, he fell silent.

Then, this time, the opposing faction began to speak up.

– Gachikoi has donated 30,000 won.

[That’s right! They said we should leave to our main area, and that their Buddha Hands were weak; they said a lot of terrible things!]

– Mimono has donated 10,000 won.

[For the atmosphere of the broadcast, I think it would be better to drive out a few malicious viewers.]

When the incoming viewers raised their hands instead of the existing viewers, they were delighted.

I shouted at them fairly.

“Buddha Hands bastards, you haven’t done anything right either!”

– Huh?

– Buddha… what?

– ????

I continued to lecture the bewildered viewers.

“I’m not like you bastards who grind your teeth~ They’re definitely going to love that!”

Since they were only spitting out their own words without mixing in with the chat, it was only natural that the existing viewers would reject them.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do! Don’t act however you want!”

– Yes…

– I’m sorry…

The viewers, looking deflated, muttered their apologies.

I successfully positioned myself above them by lecturing both sides.

‘This should be enough, right?’

With a somewhat solidified position.

I openly revealed my true feelings to the viewers, using my authority.

“What do you mean you can just lay down missions as you please! Do you think I’d actually do it?!”

– ㄷㄷㄷㄷ

– I’m sorry… I overreacted…

– For real, the host’s not a toy; that was a bit much;;;

– Those bastards who think money makes everything okay~

Thanks to the narrative I built just now, the viewers criticized those who had imposed missions on me.

Looking at the now subdued chat, I silently screamed inside.

‘It worked!’

The fact that I had gotten angry at the viewers, and that they were apologizing to me as a result, was all part of my grand scheme.

‘If I had just said no, they would have definitely tagged me!’

The viewers who thought I was a pushover.

Thinking that because they had money, asking for more was no big deal.

Those viewers who had undermined me.

But how about now?

‘Instead of criticism, they’re busy apologizing.’

There might be viewers who harbor different thoughts inside, but now that the atmosphere has been created, it would take great courage for them to demand that I complete missions.

‘Let’s just press the mission failure button and end it.’

At present, the piled up mission funds amount to 50 million won.

Just 10% of the contract would bring in 5 million won.

Just then, a donation message arrived for me, expecting sweet profits.

– Expert has donated 50,000 won.

[But you should do the mission, right?]

I frowned at the viewer who was insisting on demanding a mission from me.

However, public sentiment was already on my side.

I boldly shouted at him.

“Huh? Who do you think you are?”

– Expert has donated 50,000 won.

[That’s understandable; you used a substitute, didn’t you?]

In an instant, the air froze.