Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 23
**Bleep bleep.**
**Bleep bleep.**
With the alarm sound, Serin flails her hand trying to find her smartphone.
**Bleep bleep.**
**Beep.**
Slowly lifting her heavy eyelids to turn off the smartphone alarm, her eyelids continued to droop as if someone was pressing them down.
“…”
Forcing herself to blink, she looks at the ceiling. If she fell asleep like this, it was obvious she’d wake up in the afternoon again.
The time is 10 AM.
Turning off the alarm, she had briefly confirmed with her blurred vision that it was indeed the set time.
“I… have to go.”
As if chiding herself, she deliberately speaks out loud and raises her heavy body.
“Ugh…”
Just that light movement accidentally lets out a m*an. Her body felt endlessly heavy, as if she were rising from the depths of the ocean.
It felt like someone was holding her down, urging her not to wake up.
“Haah.”
Lightly brushing her face, she lets out a sigh.
As she gets up, she realizes all of a sudden.
Her body is trash.
Really, in the true sense of the word, trash.
It wasn’t just about not exercising; her body easily fatigued no matter what she did.
It felt almost absurd how it could be this bad despite not being fuel-efficient.
When accessing Another World, even when she thought she wasn’t doing anything demanding, by around 10 PM, her eyes would automatically droop, and if she fell asleep like that, she’d need at least 12 hours to wake up.
Today, she had deliberately set the alarm to go outside and woke up earlier than usual.
Even though it was ironic that she had slept for 10 hours, she instinctively felt that trying to wake up earlier would be a disaster, and Serin just knew.
‘How have I been living all this time?’
It was truly incomprehensible.
Afterward, Serin quickly moved into the washroom to wash herself lightly and rummaged through the closet or storage space in her room.
She was trying to find something to wear.
For several days, she had only been wearing suitable t-shirts or clothes from the storage she had rummaged through, and she couldn’t bring herself to go outside looking like that.
“…Wow.”
After rummaging through the storage and closet in her room, Serin involuntarily gasped in admiration.
“There are no clothes.”
Seriously.
It was hard to believe that she had so few clothes.
Most of the clothes tossed around on her bed were just t-shirts or jeans. Even those seemed to be in different colors of the same type.
“Well, do I even need to care?”
After flipping through a few random pieces that looked somewhat decent, she sighed.
Could it be that she was unconsciously trying to care for her first time going outside in this world?
Without any real meaning to it.
After that, she changed into a comfortable-looking black t-shirt and jeans. Once she was all changed, she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror placed in one corner of her room.
Long silver hair.
Her sharp features didn’t look Korean. It felt like she might have mixed ancestry.
Against the simple black t-shirt, her silver hair stood out even more.
The jeans didn’t have any particular impact on her look, yet they still accentuated her figure.
As she analyzed her body as if it were not her own, Serin involuntarily let out a hollow laugh.
“Whoever made me really… did a great job.”
Though it was a character she created with her own hands, it was indeed well-made. Even with just a plain t-shirt and jeans, her figure stood out.
And in fact, her flowing silver hair and mixed-race face made it hard to notice anything else.
It was so obvious that all eyes would be drawn to her face rather than her fashion.
Then, her reflection in the mirror sighed.
“Really. I should have changed my hair color.”
People are more indifferent to others than one might think.
So usually, no one paid much attention to what others did. Most were too busy with their own matters to bother closely observing someone they didn’t even know.
Therefore, even if she went out thinking about fashion or whatever, in reality, people often paid little attention to her.
That was just the norm.
But.
“I must really seem like an attention seeker.”
Her reflection in the mirror was definitely not the kind of thing one could easily overlook.
Her flowing silver hair seemed so intriguing that even if someone tried to look away, they would likely glance back at least once.
This world had moved on at least ten years past her memory, so fashion, and such could differ, and despite finding the hairstyles of celebrities she had seen when learning about the world on her PC interesting…
She knew that she was, without a doubt, in ‘Korea.’
‘Silver hair in Korea?’
It was clear without needing to think long. Even someone who had been indifferent to others like her might take a glance.
Should she dye her hair while she was out?
Without realizing it, she was contemplating that.
“…What a hassle.”
Then she thought about whether she had much need to go outside at all.
She decided to grab a black cap, take her wallet and phone with her, and head out.
After all, she was just planning to people-watch at a café.
The gazes of people were, ultimately, something she had to endure.
Even if she changed her hair color with dye, this exotic face of hers wouldn’t change.
—
Having stepped outside her house, it hadn’t even been 10 minutes before Serin regretted her thoughts.
Unknowingly, the speed of her steps quickened as she strolled down the street.
Only about 5 more minutes until she reached the café indicated by her phone.
“…?”
“Cough.”
Everyone passing by turned their heads to glance at her.
Whether they were children or adults, it didn’t matter; they all looked at her as if they found her intriguing.
She thought that animals in a zoo on display might feel less embarrassed than she did right now.
People sneaking glances at her, trying not to be obvious, were bothersome, but what irritated her more was the group of 3-4 women who passed her, whispering loudly enough for her to hear.
“…What is that?”
“Why, that idol who’s been very famous lately. Isn’t her name Seo Ha? Looks like she copied her silver hair.”
“Wow.”
“Wow” indeed. Their words, spoken loud enough right next to her, were unbelievable, and if they were going to gossip like that, they might as well do it from a distance.
Even as she conjured all sorts of thoughts that she couldn’t say aloud, Serin felt her face getting warm.
It wasn’t slander or anything like that.
She had seen her own reflection in the mirror, so she understood why she caught people’s eyes.
That’s all it was.
She knew that, yet she was struggling to endure the overwhelming gazes of people.
In the world of the Black Ark, she could dismiss any gaze on herself as she was used to treating them as mere NPCs or as less than equal beings.
In that stage of power, by the time several years had passed, there were no significant challengers before her, and no one dared to openly look at her.
“This older sister is really pretty.”
As a child passed by her and innocently exclaimed that, she flinched without meaning to.
“……”
And what meaning was there in those thoughts now? She was just an ordinary person.
Those who were casting their glances at her now were not mere NPCs or imitations of people; they were, undeniably, human beings.
Perhaps that’s why, receiving so many ordinary looks from others felt quite challenging. Before stepping outside, she had foolishly thought it would be something she could just endure.
She felt again that she still needed preparation.
To live in this world, she still needed more time for herself.
As she continued to walk, she found herself arriving at the café, which had become her goal.
Ding.
Just as the café door swung open, a small bell chimed, and the cool air inside welcomed her as a stark contrast to the outdoor weather.
She touched her hands without realizing it, feeling the large temperature difference.
“Welcome.”
“Yes.”
Responding to a man who appeared to be a part-time worker as he greeted her, she searched for a seat near the window.
The biggest reason for coming out was her realization of this reality.
And as a secondary reason, it was to people-watch.
After ordering a cup of café mocha from the seemingly part-time worker, she headed towards the window seat she had already picked out.
What do real people look like in this world, ten years later? That was her purpose. She just wanted to spend time in the café, observing people passing by on the street.
And the moment Serin settled into her seat by the window.
Once again, the café bell rang.
Ding.
In walked a woman with long black hair.
With graceful features and an impeccable bright appearance, the woman entered the café.
A Twittee mega-corporation streamer and ranked 8th in Another World.
‘Plea.’
Also known as Yoon Sua, the so-called ‘crazy girl,’ she walked into that café too.
“Can I have a café mocha, please? Put in a lot of syrup….”
As Sua turned her head, her gaze naturally followed to one particular spot alongside the gazes of others.
“…?”
Then, she blankly looked back at her phone.
On the distorted video, analysis was still ongoing about the character named Lin.
‘Doesn’t she look too similar?’
The moment Sua saw the silver-haired woman, such thoughts slipped into her mind involuntarily.