Streaming Life After Paying Off Debt - Chapter 72

“Please write the address to receive the Pepero for those who donated.”

After leaving the announcement with a smile, I started to organize the piled-up ingredients one by one.

“Hehehe~”

Humming a tune that came naturally, I fully enjoyed the peaceful time. However, unlike my laid-back self, it seemed that there was no peace for the viewers.

– No, d*mn it, my Pepero!!!!!

– Broadcast host!!! This is a different story!!!!

– I want a handmade Pepero made by Miju’s hands!!!

– I thought those who donated were fools, but it turns out I was the fool…

The viewers were showing intense reactions to my words about giving Pepero. The chatroom, where they were expressing their rage, was nothing short of chaos.

– I hope those who receive it d*e, d*e, d*e!

– Please, just me…!!!!

– If you don’t give it to me, I’ll write your name and jump off!!!

In this hell, the viewers, who were furious about not receiving Pepero, were protesting vigorously as if they were about to bring down the world.

Seeing the viewers react more violently than any broadcast I had done before, I couldn’t hide my confusion.

“If you want Pepero so badly, just buy it, right?”

Literally, if you want it, you can simply buy it. If they had money to donate ten thousand won, they could buy dozens of these stick Peperos. Especially considering that they might be selling them at low prices in stores during Pepero Day, my thoughts were reinforced.

“Guys, just go to the store. They’re selling it super cheap these days.”

I shared this information with them, just in case some viewers did not know that Pepero was sold in stores. However, the viewers’ anger did not diminish despite my well-meaning actions.

– Are you doing this on purpose? Right?

– Saying something like, “If you have no bread, just eat cake,” is outrageous;;;

– It’s not like the department store is playing around.

– I want handmade Pepero, not factory-made!!!!

– Yeah, but they do sell handmade ones, if you keep talking nonsense, I’ll really k*ll you.

No, rather than calming down, the viewers were getting even more furious at my comments. I could guess their anger through the intense heat felt in the chat. Looking at the flames they were igniting,

“Hehehe!”

I secretly laughed.

Teasing viewers always brought me irresistible joy. I, who had always been bullied from the victim’s perspective, was now in the role of the perpetrator, tormenting the viewers who had once bothered me. It gave me immense catharsis.

“Do you really think I asked because I didn’t know?”

However, I always needed to be cautious about getting too addicted to this fun. Right now, it was just simple WWE, but if I got addicted and repeated the same behavior, a genuinely angry viewer might appear.

“Regrettably… I should stop here.”

As a modern person, one must know how to restrain their desires. I decided to wrap up my teasing here to use the punching bag for a long time.

“I understand, so everyone, just calm down for now…”

I thought about how to calm the angry viewers.

However, the viewers who had already won the Pepero did not seem inclined to end things here.

– Longchung donated 10,000 won.

[You guys eat factory-made Pepero. We’ll eat Miju’s ‘handmade’ Pepero, hehe]

– Expert donated 10,000 won.

[Where did those who sent 9,900 won go? hahahaha]

The Pepero winners were openly mocking the viewers who couldn’t receive any. The fact that they did so via donations, not chat, was particularly malicious.

“Hey! Please refrain from disparaging comments about other viewers!”

The winners were not only failing to comfort the viewers who didn’t receive Pepero; they were busy boasting about their status. I quickly requested that they restrain themselves, but it was already like pouring oil on a burning house.

– Fuckers

– I liked it first, but those who didn’t even watch when I was unknown…

– Just try posting your address in the chat. I’ll get there before the Pepero does.

– Let’s see if Pepero goes in after a kn*fe is stuck in my belly.

The viewers, agitated by the mockery of the winners, were already furiously hurling threats of violence.

“Uh-oh…”

While I was bewildered by the rampaging viewers, their momentum showed no signs of stopping.

– They even make guns with 3D printers overseas. Just saying.

– Yeah, I’d like one too.

– One head for a hundred thousand won, haha.

– I’ll add fifty thousand more for that.

As the viewers grew violent, the chatroom was transforming into the scene of a murderous conspiracy. Just before I could no longer distinguish whether this was Twitch or the deep web, an unexpected defector appeared among them.

– Duntang donated 1,000 won.

[I donated 9,900 won earlier, can we just combine it into ten thousand… is that possible?]

Starting with one defector.

– Shortchung donated 10,000 won.

[Just once more…! Accept me as a comrade!!!]

– MyFeetUnderRabbit donated 10,000 won.

[Actually, it has always been my dream to help those in need.]

The viewers who had missed the chance due to falling short of 100 won began to accuse me.

– G-g-guy…

– We can’t receive it, but how dare you try to get it?

– Traitor bastards. Be careful not to get stabbed in the belly, too.

With the sudden appearance of defectors, the existing viewers hurled insults at them.

– Longchung donated 10,000 won.

[Comrades, haha. The train has already left, so good luck.]

– Miju♥Jihun donated 50,000 won.

[Miju, streamers thrive on trust.]

On top of that, the Pepero winners, who were serious about pulling the ladder, joined in the attack.

In essence, I was under attack from every faction present in my broadcast. Feeling wronged about their own situation, one of the defectors who was aiming for social elevation let out a desperate plea.

– Duntang donated 1,000 won.

[You bastards! Honestly, if you’d acknowledge 9,900 won with a 1% discount, that would be fine!]

“That’s true.”

It was a somewhat reasonable logic. Just falling short by 100 won had led to a drop in status. Considering that they had sent multiple donations afterward, their feelings of wrongful treatment felt even more intense.

“I probably would have felt the same way if I were in their shoes?”

Thinking from their perspective, I recalled a time when I didn’t purchase Bitcoin because I was just a few hundred won short.

Remembering that sadness allowed me to deeply empathize with their sense of injustice. Additionally, through their comments, I came up with a solution to navigate the current situation.

I started to explain the plan I had thought of to the viewers who had practically split into three factions.

“I’ve heard your concerns. I would have felt unjust as well if I were in the same situation.”

– What’s this? A copied customer service message;;

– Acting like they empathize but their tone is so stiff.- Usually, when polite language comes from the host, the outcome is weird…

– Am I the only one feeling odd?

“So here’s the plan I came up with!”

Ignoring the quick-witted viewers who were starting to act out, I continued.

“At the end of today’s broadcast, I will randomly select one viewer from those remaining to receive a Pepero.”

The law of incitement.

First, instill hope.

– One person, that’s fine…

– Wow~ This is it, this is it~

– Great-Miju

– There are so many viewers, yet only one [deleted message].

As expected, the viewers who responded were just as I had anticipated. I swallowed my laughter at their expense and continued.

“Moreover, I will give a Pepero to Duntang, who expressed feelings of injustice, as a token of apology.”

– Shortchung donated 10,000 won.

[Just that one? What about me?]

“Unfortunately, since I made it myself, I can’t give it to many people. I hope you understand.”

The law of incitement.

Second, create a public enemy.

– f*ck!!! Why just them!!!!!

– So, it’s because of them that only one will be selected?

– If you’re not the one, then it’s not the same.

– Why are you saving just them? I also donated 9,900 won and watched the broadcast for a long time. What makes that b*stard so special?

With my declaration, the viewer who had voiced their sense of injustice was quickly branded a traitor. All of the resentment turned toward them, and all criticism aimed at me from different viewers disappeared.

“Truly, manipulating public sentiment is best done this way.”

I finished with admiration for the wisdom of my ancient people.

“So don’t worry, dear viewers, just enjoy the broadcast.”

A smooth conclusion to my incitement.

– ?

– What’s a… pig?

– Dog and pig?

“…Ah.”

Looking at the chatroom buzzing with question marks, I realized too late that there was an error in my statement.

The law of incitement, the last one.

Those who rise by words fall by words.

– Hey hey hey [deleted message].

– Is it enough to just have big br*asts?!

– Just label us as pigs [deleted message].

Once again, there were no errors in the law today.