Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 12

While muttering in frustration to herself, she found that she had signed up for a Tweetty account and was chatting away.

Among the countless messages flooding the chat, her comments were either buried or went unnoticed.

Occasionally, there were viewers who whispered insults at her, and she responded in kind, continuing to type in the chat.

“Is this the fun of watching a stream?”

The thought crossed her mind without her realizing it.

Even now, on the ‘Another Level’ site opened in one corner of her screen, comments that criticized her continued to appear, boiling her insides.

On the contrary, typing out critiques one by one against Hana, the streamer, was quite entertaining.

It seemed that the streamer Hana was so focused on the arena that she didn’t see her chat, but it didn’t matter much.

The stress that had been building up, unknowingly, felt like it was being released; watching the stream was more fun than she expected.

“Lin. Lin. Lin. Is there a viewer named Lin? Ever since the arena started, you’ve been bothering me in the chat. Can I see that so-called skill of yours? Please share your Another World ID?”

In the midst of her continuous typing, when the streamer Hana suddenly called out the nickname Lin several times, her fingers stopped moving.

She cautiously moved her mouse cursor to check her nickname in the chat.

‘Lin (rinhh)’

‘Uh, um…’

Could it be her?

No, it couldn’t be. Isn’t the ID Lin quite common?

Contrary to her thoughts, the chat box began to explode with dozens of messages per second.

[LOL, it seems like you’re determined to publicly execute someone.]

[If you don’t answer when she says that, you’ll be permanently IP banned, and you won’t be able to watch any Hana’s broadcasts! LOL.]

An IP ban means they would specifically ban the regional IP and prevent access to the site altogether, right?

As she stared at the chat box that was continuously rising, Han Serin instinctively felt that the streamer Hana was calling not someone else but her.

In fact, even while typing, she gradually wondered if she was crossing the line, as the comments on the Another Level site criticizing her were all quite severe. Without realizing it, she found herself replying to those comments, faintly feeling that her current messages were a bit harsh.

“…Should I leave?”

She thought about turning off the internet broadcast and just running away from the site.

The fundamental reason she had been typing in the chat was due to her frustration; she truly had no thought of losing if she did get invited to the arena by streamer Hana.

However, exposing herself in front of 20,000 viewers, revealing a character who was essentially herself, was something she hesitated about.

She who had been holed up at home for several days after falling into this world.

Suddenly appearing in front of 20,000 people.

While she was lost in such thoughts.

“If you don’t come out, I will permanently IP ban you from my broadcast and report you as a malicious viewer to the Tweetty headquarters, so you won’t even be able to properly watch other broadcasts. I warned you. You’d better write your Another World ID in the chat within two minutes.”

“…d*mn it.”

She was shocked by the sudden, strong attitude of the streamer.

No, among 20,000 viewers, why her?

Even if she typed something crossing the line, wasn’t there anyone else? So why was she singled out?

Thoughts began swirling, and she wondered what to do.

If she was permanently IP banned from the streamer Hana, she could just ignore it and move on.

However, being reported as a malicious viewer.

The statement that she would be sanctioned so she couldn’t even properly watch other broadcasts.

Those two things bothered her.

Now that she had come to enjoy watching internet broadcasts, being a malicious viewer was quite concerning, and the idea that she wouldn’t be able to properly watch other broadcasts…

‘Then, I… can’t stream either?’

Even now, on the other side of the monitor, comments were continuously being posted under her thread on Another Level, where she was branded as a hacker.

[d*mn, just wait, I’ll show you all that I can easily do the parrying when I turn on the stream.]

Under the last comment she made, dozens of replies had already piled up.

[Turn on the stream? LOL, you’re just pretending to be cool.]

[This idiot is going to kick the blanket today for sure. LOL.]

[Reacting to trash like you is actually a good thing. — —]

[But you’re reacting too, aren’t you? LOL.]

[Both hackers and those who support hackers are the same; they’re both garbage. Tsk tsk.]

‘Ah, that won’t do.’

She had to turn on the stream.

Would she be marked as a fool by those trash? She could already imagine herself tossing and turning in bed all night, unable to sleep.

Even now, as if she were on some kind of drug, she kept checking the comments on the Another Level site, wondering if she could truly brush off this humiliation and shame.

Biting her lip, she found herself lost in thought.

Should she reveal her character from Another World, which was virtually the same as herself, in front of 20,000 people?

Or should she close the window and escape, branding herself as a hacker?

Her feelings of confusion were abruptly decided by the words from the streamer that followed.

“There are 30 seconds left, ‘Lin’, if you don’t write your Another World nickname, I’ll permanently IP ban you from my broadcast and report you as a malicious viewer. I’m not a streamer to take lightly.”

Tap tap.

She started typing in the chat.

— My character ID is ‘Lin (rinhh)’, so please invite me.

The moment she typed her message and hit enter.

Tap.

She had ultimately committed herself.

But she felt no regret.

Perhaps, in front of 20,000 people, she would be able to clarify that she was not a hacker, more than anything else. That thought even crossed her mind.

“Excuse me, Lin? I clicked the invite, but it says that you’re not connected. You are actually connected, right?”

The Hana in the screen, after checking her chat, manipulated something, and then, with a bemused expression, said something that made her rush to type back.

“Ah, I’ll connect right away, so please wait a few minutes.”

Simultaneously, she activated the Another World connector.

Soon, along with the familiar feeling that enveloped her, her vision faded to black once again.

—

Ding!

— An arena invitation has been sent to the user ‘Lin (rinhh)’.

To the familiar sound, Hana was nervous in the Colosseum.

She thought it was highly possible that he would either dodge or simply not accept. After all, the current audience was over 20,000, and if he wasn’t confident in his skills, he wouldn’t respond to her.

However, contrary to her expectations, the moment she called out the Another World nickname, he actually connected.

“Lin, you really… got the invite.”

Though she was on air, she tried not to show it on the outside.

[Wow, no way, he really got the invite?]

[LOL, so it wasn’t just for show?]

[Hana, why are you so nervous? LOL.]

[Getting an invite means you’re confident, right? Hana looks like she’s trembling now.]

‘No, these viewers…’

Wasn’t it enough to just ignore that she was nervous?

It was annoying that they had to point it out.

Right as she was about to say something, suddenly the notification rang again.

Ding!

— The user ‘Lin (rinhh)’ has accepted the arena invite.

Instantly, a beam of light spread from the opposite side of the Colosseum, and a figure began to emerge.

Hana, staring at that figure with bated breath, blinked in astonishment.

“What the…?”

Hana said this in a daze as she looked at the person who appeared before her.

Completely separate from what Hana had said, the chat window began to blow up at an unprecedented speed.

[???????]

[What is that?]

[Isn’t that the character?]

[Hacker????]

[Wow, d*mn, what’s up? Why is she so pretty? The character is insane!]

[Is this for real?]

And lost to the current chat, Hana found herself in awe.

The figure standing before her seemed strangely familiar.

What should she say? It was clearly her first time seeing it, but it felt as if she had seen it several times before.

Should she say that the character was very realistically rendered, or should she say that virtual reality was amazing? Hana found herself thinking that way without even realizing it.

A silver-haired woman.

Long silver hair cascading over her pale skin made a striking impression.

With features that one could easily call beautiful, the character seemed so lifelike that it was as if it had been modeled after some famous foreign model or actress.

A finely sculpted face graced with an emotionless expression.

‘She’d look really pretty if she smiled.’

The beauty of that appearance left her in awe, almost unconsciously thinking that way.

The seemingly indifferent cool expression emitted a strange aura as if she had transcended the world.

The feelings that were somehow unusual converged, captivating her gaze as if someone had fixed her attention on the silver-haired woman.

“Should we start right away?”

Then, as the silver-haired woman’s lips moved and her cool voice sounded, Hana’s mind snapped back to reality.

Hana, startled, pointed at Han Serin and shouted.

“She’s a hacker!!!”

Underneath Hana’s blatant accusations, Han Serin furrowed her brows and sighed as she said, “…I’m not hacking.”