[TS] Formula One Streamer - Chapter 93

The sun set, the moon rose, and I was only able to finish the broadcast when the sun rose again.

Have I ever been so dedicated to a broadcast for such a long time?

It was a grueling period of over 12 hours, yet I felt my mind clearer than ever.

I used to think that I wouldn’t be able to obtain mental empathy or stability through conversations with anonymous viewers.

I was completely wrong. It was arrogance.

Instead…

“It was good…”

It was enjoyable. Perhaps it was because the listeners were an anonymous multitude.

There was no hesitation in speaking. Since I was just rambling into the void, there was no need to worry about anyone’s gaze or to go through filtering.

I only needed to convey my story without any embellishment.

At last.

If it weren’t for the unbearable chat messages, I might have been able to broadcast even longer.

Despite the physical and mental exhaustion, the ability to broadcast for a long time was largely thanks to the viewers.

Even though enumerating the situations and emotions could get boring, the viewers reacted dramatically.

They lit up the chat room, and regardless of whether it was a small or large donation, they showed an excessive amount of interest in me.

Whether their intentions were sincere or not, it was a fact that a positive response would naturally make the speaker more passionate.

Amidst the pouring interest, I too got excited and could talk more energetically and extensively.

Moreover, each statement I made elicited hundreds of responses, making it only natural for the broadcast time to extend.

Like a tree that branches infinitely, there were hundreds, thousands of questions branching endlessly from the end of my words.

Each time I selected what caught my eye and diligently answered, several hours would pass in an instant.

Even as I answered non-stop, the questions kept piling up, growing in size.

Before I started the broadcast, I had thought about what to say as I held onto Kang Ho-yun and Sre, pondering “What should I say?”

That was a tremendous improvement.

Sometimes, the viewers themselves would push the broadcast forward, and while I felt immense gratitude for them, I couldn’t help but feel increasingly guilty as that feeling grew.

It was sometimes difficult to understand their reactions, which seemed as if they really loved me.

I wasn’t just talking about large donations.

It was an inquiry aimed at all the viewers who watched my broadcast for over ten hours from start to finish.

Of course, considering the title of the first female F1 driver, it wasn’t strange for that many followers to emerge.

However, even the most devout believer does not shout the name of a god for hours on end.

Moreover, they were showering such blind goodwill on someone who was not a divine being at all, which I couldn’t understand.

What have I done? What influence could I have on their lives…

Sometimes, I felt a pang of guilt as if I was deceiving them.

That didn’t mean I considered the blind love of my fans as trivial.

For them, KING and Mr. Yooihyun could be their gods.

I could understand, as I too had someone I held as an idol for my entire life.

Where else could there be such pure love?

Blindness, in a different interpretation, means there is no reason behind it. It isn’t about chasing something with a stated reason.

Like a mother’s love for her child, love without reason is the most magnificent and noble emotion of humanity.

In that sense, the viewers were like a mother to me.

As a child, I just needed to be filial to them.

The filial duty a streamer can fulfill to their viewers is straightforward.

It involves frequently showing my face on the broadcast and creating an environment for full concentration.

So, preparing fun content or cleaning up the chat room would be part of it.

Yes, the dirty chat room.

Considering the scale of the broadcast, I couldn’t clean it up alone.

Like a child hoping for assistance from their parents, I also needed to borrow the strength of the viewers.

With the clear clicking sound of a mouse, twenty emails flew away carrying my eager wishes.

The subject of the email was,

“[You have passed the application. We are notifying you of the KING manager interview schedule.]”

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Lucia.

Just now stepping into the bloom of her 20s, she was regrettably cooped up in a dark room.

The flower that locked herself in the room sighed and threw her phone into the corner of the bed. The long sigh seemed to represent Lucia’s emotional state.

“When will he come back again…”

The source of her annoyance was the recent end of her favorite streamer, KING’s broadcast.

This broadcast was an unprecedented long one for KING, and it was an unusual broadcast involving his first foray into another game.

Was it because this was the first broadcast that was so long and diverse?

The joy she felt only amplified her sense of regret.

Buried face-first in her pillow, Lucia tossed and turned under the blanket, unable to contain her disappointment, and began searching for a rewatch of KING’s broadcast on BelTube.

KING, Mr. Yooihyun was the only source of solace for Lucia, who fiercely wrestled with work every day.

KING was moving forward with an ideal that had not deviated a single inch from what she had dreamed of.

Both in reality and in For One.

Starting as an unremarkable gamer without a name, he was now the runner-up in the Kiwi Tournament and a well-known figure on the cusp of entering F1.

In reality, she was the first woman to become a driver for F1 Ferrari, recognized for her remarkable driving technique and potential to become a champion.

“I wish I could be like that…”

She gasped while watching KING’s driving replayed on BelTube.

Perhaps it was because she was a woman. Watching the meticulous driving technique with no margin for error and the exquisite maneuvers, it was impossible not to be captivated by the driver named Yooihyun.

Of course, as a human, Yooihyun was also attractive.

Regardless of her humanity, the persona she showed as KING, even if she were human trash, was something to be admired.

That was an emotion unrelated to whether one liked F1 or not.

It was similar to how everyone is moved by the masterpieces of a great artist that transcends eras, regardless of how deeply one delves into art.

Thus, for Lucia, who once dreamed of the arduous pursuit of becoming an F1 driver, it was only natural that KING, who revealed her gender, became her Jesus, her Buddha.

Beyond gender, she was someone to be respected as a driver; and she was a woman.

Despite being inherently lesser in physical attributes compared to men, her skills were overwhelmingly superior to other drivers.

In the end, she was the woman who stepped into the world of F1, once considered impossible for females.

In short, it meant that Lucia had more than enough reasons to like her.

Ding-!

While she was lying on her bed rewatching the broadcast, the Kiwich app’s alarm rang. It was an alert for a post KING wrote personally in her community.

“Huh!”

It was very rare for her to post in the community, so Lucia unintentionally sat up in a startled position and began carefully reading the post.

Like Yooihyun’s personality, the content was straightforward. It clearly addressed only the necessary points.

Summarizing the short sentence, it was “Looking for a manager!”

The moment Lucia drafted her application and sent it via email, it was simultaneous.

From that moment, her heart began to race. It was a chance to become close to someone she had only admired from afar.

While the surface-level appearance of a stream manager might seem liberal, they were bonded to the streamer in a contractual relationship.

Moreover, a manager’s influence grows directly with the scale of the broadcast.

If the broadcast is as large as Yooihyun’s, a manager inevitably gets closer to the streamer.

If it were small, the significance of a manager’s importance would be negligible, but given the scale and sponsorship amounts of KING’s broadcast, it could be called a corporation without shame.

With the title of manager carrying the modifier of “large-scale streamer,” the weight he holds becomes significant.

From managing the chat room and setting configurations to conceptualizing content and editing/uploading broadcasts, ensuring that the streamer can fully concentrate on their duties is their job.

At this level, it’s not merely a role; it’s a profession.

Lucia wanted to apply immediately if it weren’t for her life’s responsibilities.

For her, Yooihyun was akin to a religion, so there was no reason not to apply.

If the opportunity to be with a deity arises, and sometimes the time to enjoy pleasure with that deity is given, as a devout believer, there’s no reason to refuse.

Above all, she was excited about the driver’s life that Yooihyun would unfold, and she wanted to be a supporting actor on that journey.

The response from KING arrived as quickly as her driving style.

“[You have passed the application. We are notifying you of the KING manager interview schedule.]

First, thank you for applying.

Here’s the interview schedule.

Interview Date: Tomorrow at 1 PM (Italian time) / 9 PM (Korean time)

Interview Location: Private For One Room.

The interview will be conducted briefly and matters such as salary will be discussed after the selection of managers.

I will provide the private room title and password via voice, so I’d appreciate it if you could accept the friend request.

Please arrive 10 minutes early. Thank you.”

As expected, it was concise.

It was an email with the interview notice containing only the necessary information without embellishment.

“Ah…”

Even though it should have been a joyous event, Lucia let out a regrettable sigh.

Her bright, clear eyes scanned the email again before sinking into despair, as if she had given up.

She had prior tasks that needed her attention. There was an abundance.

With the resolve to inherit her family business, she had dedicated her life to it and would have to continue doing so.

Though she wanted to help Yooihyun, that could not take precedence over the business.

“I guess I have to help in my own way, from my own place…”

However, ironically, giving up the manager position and choosing her family business might actually be more beneficial for Yooihyun.

She would become the only granddaughter of the Ferrari chairman, destined to be the head of the massive corporation known as Ferrari.

Lucia Ferrari.

In the Kiwich community, she was known as QUEEN.