Please Do Your Debauchery After You Die - Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Prove It

Before I regressed, an incredible catchphrase had become popular in the latter half of 2024.

What was it?

It was October 27, 2024.

On a narrow bridge, Gen.G faced T1 in the semifinals of the World Championship.

At that time, T1 was in an absolute underdog position with a 10-game losing streak against Gen.G, while Gen.G boasted an invincible force in the LCK but strangely underperformed on the World Championship stage, making it hard for anyone to predict the outcome.

And finally, the fateful day arrived.

Before the game started, a video featuring the narratives of both teams decorated the screen, and fans from around the world immersed themselves in it.

At last, the final scene unfolded.

The mid-laners of each team stood side by side, and Faker said to Chovy,

“If you want the future, prove it.”

That one phrase sent fans worldwide into a frenzy.

And I found myself in a similar situation.

Having soared brilliantly by humiliating Mist continuously during the second Purge Day.

On the path to the top, Mist, who was risen again, grabbed my ankle and clung onto me while bearing the heavy proposition of ‘sniping.’

In this situation, I had to prove it.

That the play that defeated Mist was not done by a proxy and was entirely executed by my own hands.

“Downfall, downfall, downfall!”

“But was this person really a proxy? Why is there a black broadcast screen? Isn’t this what typically happens when someone apologizes?”

“Guys, stop spreading weird rumors, I said I’m preparing to prove I’m not a proxy, don’t get excited and just wait a moment.”

“Tsk, I knew this would happen. Aren’t virtual streamers eventually no-cam? No-cam streamers always cause incidents with proxies every time there’s a game competition.”

[The Devil’s Probe has been forcefully removed.]

Whether related videos were uploaded to the FM Community or not, the viewer count had been climbing sharply since earlier.

The chat room was also chaotically changing.

I calmly observed the situation while ruminating.

“It’s happened anyway. In that case, let’s use what can be used.”

The anger was momentary, and my broadcasting life ahead was long.

Then let’s calculate and judge coolly.

Being sniped by Mist was ridiculous, but it drew considerable ‘historic’ aggro.

Couldn’t use this opportunity for broadcasting?

That would ultimately mean a lack of ‘talent.’

I thoroughly plotted the optimal scenario while brainstorming in the given time and prepared to execute it.

About 20 minutes had passed during that time.

“Crazy, we exceeded 10,000 viewers.”

“Is it real that there are 10,000 single people watching a stream on Christmas Eve?”

“Then hurry up and prove whether it’s a proxy or not. Why are you dragging this out? Are you seriously calling the person who helped you proxy?”

Calling someone else? No way.

It was just the time it took to start getting ready for the upcoming cam stream, from makeup to coordinating my outfit.

“Changing clothes is harder than planning the broadcast.”

I laid out various clothes on the bed, and after some consideration, I eventually packed the outfit I had shown last time.

Given that I was a homebody, I didn’t have many clothes to begin with.

Before starting the cam stream, I quickly glanced at the list of broadcast participants.

Mist, whom I had set as the manager, was waiting there just fine.

Sure, if you want, then I’ll prove it for sure.

I pressed the button to switch to my unique waiting screen.

As soon as I did, the chat room became even more lively, realizing something was about to begin.

From the general sentiment, it seemed to be divided roughly in half.

My existing fans and buttpicking viewers were supporting me, while on the other side, Mist’s fans from the Bully Gamja Company and transient viewers who disliked no-cam streamers were convinced of the ‘proxy.’

Amid that chaos, I quietly grabbed the mic.

“It seems like some kind of celebration is going on today. Judging by how everyone has gathered and caused this commotion. Although I don’t know if it’s worth celebrating.”

The chat room, which had been bustling like a marketplace, fell silent for a moment.

But this silence wouldn’t last long.

Especially as the malicious gallery members secretly attempted to manipulate public opinion.

To maintain momentum, I immediately revealed the cam screen.

“The preparation time was a bit long, right? I had been dressed comfortably, so please understand.”

The first thing showcased on-screen was an ivory-colored sweater gently enveloping my upper body.

Its destructive power was already proven in the previous cam.

The skin-tone accentuated the prominent features of my mid-section.

Moreover, how about the smoothly flowing line of my waist underneath?

It was a body shape fabricated personally by T1’s master Jin, a miraculous figure.

No, how could such a waist size and bust coexist without surgery?

Glancing at the chat room’s reactions, it seemed that half of them had already lost interest in the ‘proxy’ situation.

Instead, they were clamoring for me to show more of my face and legs.

After all, men are sad creatures, too devoted to their instincts.

As I silenced the flood of Candy donation messages and notifications, I once again grabbed the mic and began to explain the current situation seriously.

The context of today’s Purge Day, the circumstances, the outcome, and finally, Mist’s sudden sniping and proxy allegations.

“I don’t know what you’re so angry about, Mist, but you claimed I was a proxy, and that’s why I turned on the cam to prove it. You keep mentioning showing my face, but let me say again that I am virtual. Proving a proxy is sufficient with the cam; it is a different matter from revealing my face. From now on, anyone who deliberately repeats that chat content will be forcefully removed.”

With barely a hint of excitement, my tone was calm and steady as if reading a speech at an important event.

In other words, I was so natural that anyone could trust me without feeling nervous.

I proposed a method to prove my innocence.

Adjusting the cam angle, putting my upper body and hands within view, I declared that I would once again challenge Mist in Minecraft in a 1:1 match.

All conditions would be the same as during Purge Day.

I said I would return the Netherite gear set to Mist and challenged him to come at me.

“……”

At this point, it was all or nothing.

During the 20 minutes I prepared for the cam setup, Mist seemed to have regained some composure; he wasn’t as agitated as before.

But he must also know.

How harsh the consequences are for the act of ‘sniping’ as a streamer.

If it were truly proven that he was a proxy, he could survive, but if not, he would be professionally dead on broadcast.

Realizing this fact, Mist became desperate.

As soon as he hastily donned his gear, he charged at me with terrifying momentum.

“Hah! Where do you think you’re going?”

There was no need to show mercy, claiming to write a story like during Purge Day.

I consumed a bunch of potions from the beginning and faced him head-on.

Now was the time to prove it.

No matter how high the stats, if the control is off, attacks would consistently miss, resulting in a similar outcome as before.

But unfortunately, my control wasn’t that terrible.

I was someone who had reached the Master tier after all.

Moreover, wasn’t I in a situation where I was ahead in speed thanks to potion effects?

It started out as an even exchange, but soon the battle turned one-sided.

Mist, with rapidly declining health, was too busy fleeing to attempt any attacks.

In less than 20 seconds, Mist’s character turned into a cold corpse, resurrecting back at the bed.

“That—That’s impossible.”

This couldn’t be happening.

Perhaps shocked, Mist denied what just occurred.

I shrugged from beyond the cam and urged him to equip the items lying on the ground once more.

“If you can’t accept it, then that’s fine.”

“This time, it’s for real!”

Mist grit his teeth and rushed at me again, but there would be no miraculous change in the situation.

Though he was a former pro gamer, that was in League of Legends; was he a pro gamer in Minecraft?

Minecraft isn’t even that kind of game.

He was overwhelmed by my superior specs and toppled over.

“This—this is obviously a character difference! It’s a cheat character!”

If it concludes that he is not a proxy, all that remains for Mist is ‘downfall’ and broadcasting d*ath.

In a panic, he didn’t even realize how ugly his actions were and set a new condition.

“Wait a minute. I can’t just let that slide. I swear on the honor of the Server Master, there are no cheat characters in Lena World.”

Rena-tang, who had been among the spectators, interjected with a solemn voice.

As soon as the new escape route he had thought of was blocked from the start, Mist was left speechless, frozen.

His usual confident demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

There was nothing left to say… or to sympathize with.

I slowly approached Mist’s character and said,

“I think I’ve ‘proved’ enough by now. What more do you need?”

“……”

No reaction came from Mist’s character.

By now, he might be too busy dealing with the chaotic chat that had already confirmed public opinion.

The proxy? Forget it.

From beyond the cam screen, I shrugged and then lifted my Netherite sword and shouted,

“From the start, the talk about being a proxy was nonsense… everyone, at noon sharp tomorrow, a Christmas carol video will be uploaded to the V-Live YouTube channel. Lots of attention~ lots of attention~ Here we go!”

Thunk-!

[Seoa’s sword ‘You’re a Noob’ strikes Mist.]

It was a happy ending.