Please Do Your Debauchery After You Die - Chapter 153

Episode 153: War

A few days ago, I received an anonymous message.

It looked like it was sent from a secondary account at first glance.

I thought it was just another note about bashing virtual streamers, so I skimmed through it, but quickly straightened up and read it closely.

The content of the note was unusual.

It mentioned reporting posts that had been made in a malicious gallery, with various defamatory statements and insults directed at me mostly obscured, summarizing the context so I could understand.

In that moment, I realized.

I couldn’t identify who they were, but this person was my fan.

There would be no reason for someone to go to the trouble of pixelating each insult and criticism out of genuine concern for my mental state otherwise.

“If that’s the kind of content, then… it must be Panbang Gallery?”

Even though the insults were pixelated, many of the messages hinted at pad replies or s*xual harassment when looking at the context.

There are several galleries that are unmanaged and in serious condition, but if I were to pick one with a lot of active members, it would likely be Panbang Gallery.

While the fan sent me a summary, I still felt it was more trustworthy to verify with my own eyes.

The insults and pad replies were infuriating, but I had once lived a gallery life myself as a gallery member.

I wouldn’t let it shake my mental state this much.

“Hmm, indeed…”

I seemed to understand why the fan sent me such a message.

It was the growing hatred towards virtual streamers in the Panbang Gallery.

That hatred was directed at me, who, having recently been active, was seen as a representative of virtual streamers.

From manipulation of public opinion against me to various schemes, the posts were cluttered with malicious content.

For example, there was a claim that the photo I showed during the Seoyoon matter was stolen from the internet.

Or insults saying that I was a pig weighing close to 90kg.

As proof of that, they took a video from an old Sayoh content where I showcased singing and dancing simultaneously, mocking me for getting out of breath quickly because I was a pig.

How absurd, do they not realize how hard it is to sing and dance at the same time?

Internet warriors often stubbornly pursue their own logic, making it hard to deal with them.

Ignoring them would be the best course of action.

But reading the posts from Panbang Gallery made me realize that could be difficult.

From the tone of the posts, I could feel the malice that they wanted to harm me by any means, including finding imperfections or “manipulating” evidence against me.

Why do they dislike me so much?

They had no legitimate reason.

They had simply been living this way out of habit for some time, and with the influx of virtual streams lately, they were just targeting me as a representative.

“This post has received the most upvotes.”

Upon looking at the content, there was a post questioning me as a “proxy” in the battle during the first Purge Day with Mist, concluding that it must be fine regardless.

If it were proven that I was indeed a proxy, it would be a huge scandal, and even if not, demanding a cam verification would show my ugly self, further fueling the disdain for virtual streamers.

Despite being chilling in content, it had received over a hundred upvotes, and most comments praised it as a good idea.

“Wait, do they really think I’m a pig?”

I deleted the replay of the stream from the lunchtime broadcast I did with Lucy, but I knew many clips had already been created and spread.

Even now, if searched on Google, there are still some videos left.

With such clear evidence, it seemed that in this gallery where manipulation was the norm, facts didn’t matter.

After realizing there were snipers targeting me, I became twice as cautious in my words and actions than before.

Huh? Is being cautious about extorting, multi-level marketing, and setting traps?

No, don’t you know? It’s all about capturing the broadcasting angle, come on!

So, on December 24th, Christmas Eve.

I was a bit nervous for the second Purge Day.

The malicious gallery people had mainly warned that their targeting method would involve claiming my abilities exhibited during Purge Day to be “proxy.”

However, even until the end of Purge Day, there was no sign of such.

So I thought inwardly.

Ah! Those malicious gallery folks.

I thought they would be noisy in their own gallery, but it seems they got stomped on while attempting to manipulate public opinion in the FM Community.

Since the FM Community was quiet, I thought it might be just that.

Usually, when gallery malicious people target a streamer, it’s basic to wear masks and post revealing articles on the FM Community.

As I took a deep breath, the incident broke out in an unexpected direction.

“You’re a proxy, right? Someone else did it for you?”

In that moment, I fell into a trance as Mist’s voice overlapped with the posts from Panbang Gallery.

What’s happening now…?

I was so baffled I couldn’t even find my words.

Could it be that the malicious gallery folks stormed into Mist’s broadcast and manipulated opinions in the chat room?

And that it succeeded, leading that person to say such ridiculous things now?

As I remained silent, perhaps thinking there was something to feel guilty about, Mist regained momentum.

“It’s been strange since last week’s Purge Day.”

“Hey! Even if I do well, calling it a proxy is excessive. You’d still have to pay to get that equipment.”

The situation was unhealthy for my mental state… I realized that in a state of weakness, the distorted public opinion in the chat room caught my attention.

In other words, my pride as a former professional gamer was acting in the worst way possible.

Still, I wanted to give them one last chance.

I knew well what kind of people the malicious gallery folks pushing Mist’s back were.

So somehow, I made it so that Mist used the term “proxy” in a complimentary tone.

During game broadcasts, when showing unbelievable skill, sometimes people might say, “Someone’s doing this instead of you?” or “Come out from under the table, XX!”

But Mist rejected even my last mercy.

“If you’re not a proxy, how could a girl who barely reaches Platinum beat me in a 1:1 match? Huh?”

A coarse voice matched with their high pride.

In an instant, the atmosphere turned from chilly to frozen.

Now, not just I, but other streamers nearby were listening clearly.

The chat room erupted into chaos.

– What a madman, haha! Losing twice in 1:1 and saying it’s a proxy because he can’t lose to a girl? That logic’s disgusting.

– Wow;; I didn’t expect Mist to be like this. Is he really that kind of person?

– I came from that chat room and the fans are the same kind of people lol. It’s already confirmed that Seoa is a proxy, cursing everywhere.

Now, it was a situation that couldn’t be fixed with just a few apologies.

Sharp comments directed at the opposing streamer were being posted in real-time in each other’s broadcast chat rooms.

“Yeah, so you’ve already disregarded my last consideration?”

As I encountered the contents of the chat room and Mist’s attitude, rather than feeling heated, I was growing colder and calmer.

I had always been like this.

Being moderately annoying was fine, but when genuine anger arose, my emotions were pushed back and reason took over.

“Interesting, very.”

After a brief but intense contemplation, the first words I uttered were as cold as holding ice in my hand.

Perhaps sensing that, Mist, who had been overly excited, flinched, and their voice trembled.

Did they realize the risk of being wrong about their claims?

Well… it no longer mattered.

Whether they regretted it or not, the water had already spilled, and there was no way to gather it back.

“You claimed I was a proxy, didn’t you? Quite seriously. Even after I gave you chances to recover, you reiterated several times. Do you understand the meaning of that action?”

“Enough with the strange talk, just clarify whether you’re a proxy or not…”

Bang!

“You are targeting the same streamer without any sense of professional ethics. Without precise evidence, just with unfounded speculation! Not caring whether the other person’s life gets ruined or not. Huh? Do you understand my words?”

“…”

In this moment, I was no longer a 23-year-old female streamer who only knew the broadcast.

I was a 29-year-old who served my military duty while active, a sales representative who had endured all kinds of hardships in a small enterprise.

I initially used honorifics on purpose but abruptly switched to informal speech while slamming the table.

The intensity overshadowed the momentum of Mist and other streamers around me.

If I were to express this in words, it would be embarrassingly called “charisma.”

I didn’t slow down the attack I had launched.

“To ruin someone else, one must also realize they could end up ruined themselves in life. You fool. Sure, if you want, I’ll prove it to you.”

I could imagine his bewildered eyes staring blankly beyond Mist’s Minecraft character.

Sure, as a former professional gamer… he must be better at games than me.

But Mist had trampled over the sweat and effort I had poured into Lena World with my crew members, relying solely on his brilliance.

So I decided to repay the favor.

“What… proof?”

“If you’re curious, why don’t you come and see my stream starting now?”

What I would show from now on was war.