Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 87

After receiving Sua’s message, I stopped writing and focused on talking to her.

Since Sua had been broadcasting much longer than I had, I thought she would know how to handle such situations.

However, contrary to my thoughts, Sua’s attitude afterward surprised me.

As I continued to mention the suspension of Twitty, the bloody mode, and the 19+ setting, she seemed to contemplate those matters deeply and raised her voice, insisting that none of it warranted a suspension. I found myself perplexed by her reaction.

While I understood the suspension, it seemed that Sua did not.

Not only did she provide me with the contact information for Twitty officials, but she also offered to speak to them directly, which I had to decline.

“No, come on, at this point, where Serin is, they wouldn’t suspend her for something like this. At least they should at least give a warning; this is a direct suspension.”

I was taken aback by Sua’s incredulous tone as I answered.

“Well, you see… at the end of the email, it said there were quite a few people who reported the broadcast. Looking back, I think I was too careless.”

The brutality of the bloody mode should have been something obvious to notice if I had thought about whether it was appropriate for the broadcast. I’d just been too busy lately to pay proper attention.

And I thought that if at least one of the 19+ settings or the bloody mode had been removed, I wouldn’t have been suspended. Reflecting on that scene, it was certainly gruesome.

From the moment I retrieved the spear piercing the dwarf’s head, the fountain of bl**d that erupted, to the continuous sight of dwarves with severed limbs or exposed organs, and finally, the pile of mangled flesh scattered on the floor—it was a level of brutality I couldn’t simply describe as “not appetizing.”

“Well… if Serin is okay with it, I guess there’s nothing I can do. But still, a suspension seems a bit much. You never know what might happen later, and it’s better not to have any record like that.”

Sua’s tone was clearly displeased.

She seemed to care more about my broadcast than I did, which gave me a weird sensation in my chest.

It felt as if I didn’t mind, but someone was getting angrier on my behalf.

Embarrassed by that odd feeling, I opened my mouth.

“And… honestly, I wanted to take a break tomorrow too. So I can think of it as taking a two-day break, and I feel like I should take more care moving forward.”

I really wanted to rest right away. My body had never been so weak, and the sudden increase in things I needed to consider felt like it was putting more strain on me. Plus, the suspension period wasn’t very long.

Although the note about facing a larger suspension if I got suspended again concerned me a bit, it wouldn’t lead to broadcasting penalties right now.

“Aren’t you currently on the air too, Sua? How did you know about my broadcast and contact me? Is it really okay to turn off the mic for such a long time?”

Our broadcast times definitely overlapped, and there was no way to confirm that.

As the call dragged on past the ten-minute mark, I wondered if it was okay to keep talking like this.

I couldn’t help but be conscious of Sua’s concern for me and, without even realizing it, became mindful of her broadcast.

“Actually, the viewers on your stream seemed quite surprised when it ended. It’s not like you’re someone who would end the broadcast without a concluding comment. I noticed several people worrying in my chat. That’s why I felt the need to reach out. And I’m playing a song while talking to you, so it’s fine.”

Her concern for me weirdly stirred something in my heart, but what stuck out more was that viewers were chatting about me in Sua’s stream.

“Did my viewers ask about me in your broadcast?”

I couldn’t help but find it absurd that people would ask about me in Sua’s stream.

“No, chatting about that on Sua’s stream is quite an inconvenience.”

Having streamed for several days, I felt that viewers chatting on topics unrelated to the broadcast was inherently disruptive.

Even though Sua and I had a rapport, I thought it inappropriate for viewers to inquire about me during her broadcast.

So, feeling apologetic, I added, “Next time, I’ll tell them not to chat about me in another stream, but I didn’t know they would do it in yours.”

“I really don’t mind. And thinking about it, if they said that, it means viewers see me and Serin as close. However, if viewers did that in another stream, it might become problematic. It sounds strange to say I’m managing my viewers, but whether it works or not, you should tell your viewers not to do that, so it doesn’t become an issue later.”

The idea that not I, but my viewers could become the problem.

That was a new perspective, and upon reflection, it could truly happen.

The thought of my viewers asking about me in Sua’s broadcast felt jarring.

“Oh, and after today’s broadcast, I’ll try to at least say something to the Twitty officials. While there’s nothing I can do about the suspension itself, I should tell them to give a warning next time.”

“No… you really don’t have to go that far.”

I replied urgently.

They say that when kindness continues, you start to take it for granted; strangely enough, I felt the opposite.

I felt guilty for taking Sua’s repeated kindness for granted. Given my selective nature, it already felt wrong to treat Sua casually.

“No, I just want you to accept it. Honestly, it was partly my encouragement that led Serin to become a streamer, right? So if I’m helping, I want to help for real. Please don’t feel too burdened about it.”

‘… What on earth is she thinking?’

The fact that Sua said she encouraged me to become a streamer sounded like she felt some responsibility.

I never expected Sua would think like that.

…

After endless chatting with Sua, my coughing abruptly ended the call.

“Ah, Serin, did I keep you too long? I’m sorry; you must be tired. Then, please rest well.”

Click.

After ending a long 30-minute call with Sua, I blankly set my smartphone down and leaned back in my chair.

“… Huh.”

Letting out a small sigh, I absentmindedly brushed my white hair away.

I tried to clear my mind, fiddling with my hair as a habit.

As thoughts began to build up, my fatigue increased, having taken hold of my body long ago.

If I fell asleep like this, I wondered if I would sleep d*ath-like.

“Why is my body like this? It’s such a mess.”

This horrid body felt more like it was significantly below average.

Exercising and broadcasting, while trying to care more about everything else, seemed to make my fatigue spike rapidly. In an instant, it felt like my mind wasn’t coherent at all, as if I were overloaded.

Then my gaze landed absently on the screen.

Black lines were scattered across a white background.

“… I need to write something.”

The unfinished writing, which I had started to post in the community, was interrupted by the call with Sua.

I had heard Sua say that writing in the community was not recommended, but the truth was, I had already written almost to the end, and aside from this site, there wasn’t really a place to inform anyone about my suspension reasons.

I outright refused her offer to talk about it during a broadcast.

It would look comical to have Sua explain how I got suspended.

It felt like I was unnecessarily offloading my responsibilities onto Sua, a major streamer. Moreover, given how overly considerate Sua was towards me, I foresaw her attempts to wrap me in a favorable light.

“The suspension is unjust, it’s too much,” and so on… I could already hear Sua’s voice in my head, which caused me to shake my head involuntarily.

The other option was to disappear right now and explain the situation in two days during a broadcast.

Of course, that was an option, but if I were the viewer…

“…that wouldn’t seem good.”

Although I hadn’t viewed the broadcast with such significance at the start, after a few days of being a streamer, I had started to enjoy it.

So I didn’t want to be disliked by my viewers.

I had no intention of treating viewers like royalty, but I also didn’t want to treat them like they were nobody.

Tap, tap.

So after thinking it over, I slowly rose my tired body and began writing that text.

*

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―― [Streamer Lin here.]

Author: Lin (0238)

(Twitty Lin account verification shot)

– I’m writing this to explain why the broadcast suddenly ended today and the two-day suspension.

Since there was no suitable place to inform anyone of this, I thought to write here, where my name comes up a lot.

…

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*

Drawing my statement according to the stream of consciousness.

No, a post announcing the suspension from Twitty.

In fact, I had no idea what to call it as I wrote and pressed enter at the end.

Tap.

Once I confirmed that my post was uploaded to the community, I immediately moved on to finish the task scheduled for today by opening my email.

Today, I needed to send the editor contract forms that I received from Sua to the two individuals, Park So-yul and Kim Ha-yoon, who were accepted as the final candidates for the NewTube editor position.

I attached the contract form file to each email and wrote a small congratulatory message below.

First, regarding the first-place winner, Park So-yul. She was 24 years old and had worked as an editor for 1 million NewTube, making her relatively young but an experienced professional.

Her editing skills were sharp, and there was nothing that could be pointed out as a weakness in her videos.

“I really loved your neat editing. Congratulations on coming in first during the primary vote. I’m thrilled to work with you.”

Instead of long sentences, I simply shared a personal thought expressing my expectations for the future and quickly moved on before clicking the send button.

Next up was Kim Ha-yoon, who took first place in the secondary vote. A 27-year-old woman, she was the only one among the eleven finalists I had chosen who had no prior experience.

To be honest, I never expected her to get this far, but she surprised me by placing first based on my preferences alone.

Her video showcased personality, effort, and intro voice recording, but what caught my attention more than anything else was something else.

“Ms. Kim Ha-yoon, I saw tremendous effort in your video today. Congratulations on coming in first in the secondary vote. I look forward to working with you.”

Her video truly showed “effort.” Interestingly enough, it seemed that her work was even more impressive than videos made by experienced editors. I had no idea how much effort Kim Ha-yoon must have put in within a mere two days.

After inputting my congratulatory message to Kim Ha-yoon, I quickly checked both emails for errors or any issues.

After all, these were the people I would be working with, and it was also a first impression.

No matter how tired I was, as I carried out that last check, my eyes grew heavy, and the strength in my hand holding the mouse faded. Yet, I managed to finish all the confirmations.

Having completed my checks, I sent the emails.

Click.

Click.

“…”

Afterward, I slowly rose from the computer, shutting it down.

I shook my head absentmindedly, moving like a zombie. My white hair kept swirling before my eyes, but I didn’t care.

I had no energy to mind it.

“Ha…”

I didn’t want to think about anything.

I wanted to bury myself in bed with exhaustion. So I decided not to do anything tomorrow.

And I put that thought into action.

Softly.

My body sank into the soft bed.

The extreme comfort of the bedding enveloped me entirely.

I couldn’t help but wonder how expensive this bedding and mattress must be to provide such luxurious softness, as I rubbed my face against the soft blanket.

Feeling the touch of the blanket surrounding me, I felt myself slipping into sleep.

“Growl.”

But the sound that came at that moment interrupted that briefly.

“Ha…”

I let out a small sound and absentmindedly smiled.

Only now did I realize that I hadn’t eaten a single meal today.

Sleepiness and hunger.

The two desires seemed to clash internally, creating a conflict.

But the battle between sleepiness and hunger came to an absurd, swift conclusion.

“……”

With my quiet breathing filling the air.