I Can See a VTuber’s Red Pills - Chapter 2
I can see it (2)When I first truly recognized these “eyes” of mine, I had only one thought:
‘What if this disappears soon?’
Just like a wound that heals over time, what if this power was also temporary—something that appeared only because I hit my head, and would fade with time?
As soon as that serious concern struck me, I made up my mind.
If these “eyes” were going to disappear one day, I’d squeeze every last drop of value out of them before they did.
That was why I locked myself away for a full year, doing nothing but crypto.
Naturally, that obsession left no room to focus on anything else.
For me, crypto was life, my reason for living, my goal—and now, my result.
At first, it felt like playing a game with a cheat code.
Like beating a boss everyone else struggles against with a single click.
But was I bored of it like one gets bored of a cheat-enabled game? Not at all.
After I bought my first house—my original goal—I got greedy.
Just a bit more… just a little longer… before these eyes disappear…
Greed grew inside me, and I was on the verge of being devoured by the monster called money.
But fortunately, after my “happy time,” a wise man awakened within me.
Yeah, I’ve earned enough.
So let’s set one final goal—just one—to wrap things up.
Once I reach it, I’ll live for a new version of myself.
Even if these eyes disappear midway, it’s fine.
I’ve already saved up plenty.
A little voice inside me whispered.
And yesterday, I reached that goal.
It’s not a world-breaking amount, but… let’s just say if I wanted, I could casually buy a few major European football clubs like toys.
Anyway.
Having achieved my goal, a new thought crept in.
“…So now what?”
I’d spent every day locked in my room, staring at monitors full of charts.
Now that it was over, I had no idea what to do.
What should I try? How should I live?
It was a surprisingly tough question.
“…Maybe I’ll play a game for the first time in a while.”
I once saw a post that went like this:
[TV dramas and movies glorify poor a**holes way too much lol]
Every drama paints rich people as evil and poor people as victims lol
But in real life? Poor a**holes have the worst personalities
Rich people? They’ve got more peace of mind, so they’re actually super chill
Poor a**holes? So defensive and full of inferiority complexes. Say anything and they’re like “why? what about me?” with the most aggressive tone.
– 100% true lol
– Fact.
– Total fact. Just look at restaurants. Fancy places? Everyone eats calmly. Affordable spots? Every kind of villain pops up regularly
ㄴSo true lmao
– Writers are just simple-minded idiots
– It’s society’s perception that’s messed up lol
Rich people supposedly have good personalities because they’re more relaxed thanks to their wealth.
But today, I learned that’s absolute bullsh*t.
“HEY, YOU F**KING BASTARDS!”
Even I, someone who could now be considered rich, was screaming.
Turns out, wealth has nothing to do with rage. The target is what matters.
YeonjuSniper (Lee Sin) → Yeonju (Ashe)
– [All] YeonjuSniper (Lee Sin): I’m a fan~
– [All] SorryButI’mThrowing (Ahri): This carry bus tastes so good lol
– [All] SorryButI’mThrowing (Ahri): Of course it’s our Yeonju Bus~ lol
From the start, the enemy team had been getting on everyone’s nerves in all-chat, and our bottom lane kept dying over and over.
Then they had the nerve to say:
– [Team] Yeonju (Ashe): Let’s go, let’s go
– [Team] Yeonju (Ashe): We can win
– [Team] Yeonju (Ashe): Stay strong everyone gogo
I didn’t even want to believe those words were coming from the root of all our problems—empty, morale-crushing lines.
Before enlisting, and even during breaks, I used to play League of Legends.
Now, one year later, I logged back in, excited to play again.
I was rusty but my hands remembered more than I thought.
Things started off well.
But as soon as I started having fun, everything fell apart.
Our jungle and bot lane kept feeding.
The enemy team kept taunting us.
And our ADC—the one responsible for most of our deaths—kept saying we could do it.
“This… this f**king…”
What started as a joyful return was now nothing but curses escaping my lips.
And then came the final nail in the coffin: <Defeat>
“……………”
My grand return—my reign as king of the Rift—was all ruined… because of one person.
Staring blankly at the “Defeat” screen, I quietly closed the game.
Then I opened my browser and went straight to the livestream platform Ggizzik.
Because right at the end of the match, the enemy Lee Sin said this:
– [All] YeonjuSniper (Lee Sin): Check out Yeonju’s Ggizzik stream~ lol
I was consumed by two questions:
- Who the hell was this person that ruined my comeback?
- Were they even aware of the pain they’d caused?
I searched “Yeonju” on Ggizzik. A stream with about 300 viewers popped up.
“Ugh! Stop stream sniping me already, please!”
On screen was a girl streamer with a cute-ish face, pouting and visibly annoyed at her snipers.
– fr
– it’s bad today
– why tf does she get more snipers than streamers with 3k viewers
– they love her reactions lol drink up
– tf you mean “drink,” she can’t even play cuz of the snipers
Judging from chat, it seemed like this wasn’t her first time being sniped. Still…
What about my ruined debut?
What about the apology owed to her team, who suffered because of her?
Even if she was sniped, she didn’t even try. Shouldn’t there at least be a “sorry”?
I’d hoped for a glorious return.
But instead, I was betrayed—and I couldn’t let it go.
―Clack clack.
I’d never really watched streams or typed in chat before.
But now, my fingers flew across the keyboard.
I’mTheBest8893: I was the Akali from the last match. I returned to the game after a long time with great anticipation, but was hurt by Yeonju and her stream sniping. I’m now in deep emotional distress. Please, just a simple apology.
Nod nod.
That should do it. If she apologized, I’d move on.
But my expectations were shattered.
– holy sh*t
– tf is this wall of text
– get lost lol
– cringe paragraph guy outta here
– who tf demands an apology for losing a game lmao
– bro talks like he delivers pastries for a living lmfao
As the chat threw rocks at me, Yeonju spoke.
“…Excuse me? You want me to apologize? I’m a victim too, you know?”
She said it so confidently.
“Also, this isn’t your personal chatroom! It’s just one game loss. Don’t take games so seriously. Live in the real world!”
Then she had the audacity to lecture me about life.
– fr lmao
– dude bought out the whole chat
– villain of the week lmao
– this game’s cursed, one of these guys shows up every week
– if you’re gonna hog the chat, pay up
– like this guy has money lol, still using default username = real-life noob confirmed
Her chat agreed and piled on.
Reality felt like it was rejecting me.
Isn’t apologizing when you mess up just common decency?
What kind of grudge did these people have to start throwing stones at me?
As my thoughts spiraled, one chat message caught my eye:
“…Money?”
What is money?
It used to be one of the things that made life hard. But now?
As if possessed, I started exploring the Ggizzik UI and found a button:
[Butter Recharge]
Even though I didn’t watch streams often, I knew what that meant.
And so, with my head heating up, I typed in a number.
₩10,000,000
Ten million won.
Aside from buying crypto and two houses, and furnishing them, I’d never spent such a big amount in a single transaction through a domestic account.
But I didn’t hesitate.
As the donation went through, a loud fanfare played.
Everyone’s eyes turned.
Then my message filled the screen:
I’mTheBest8893 has donated 10,000,000 Butter!
[So, can I speak now? Isn’t it right to apologize when you’ve done something wrong? I truly don’t understand why the streamer or chat would attack me in this situation.]
“…Kyaa! KYAAAAAA!”
– ?
– ?
– ?
– ?????????????????
– huh?
– HUH??????????
– ????????
Yeonju screamed like she’d seen something she wasn’t supposed to.
The chat exploded like pirates had invaded.
Then:
– I’m sorry
– holy sh*t
– bro we messed up
– we’re sinners, we apologize
– King-nim, you’re amazing ^^7
– Big bro can I have ice cream money
– I’m really broke. My account number is 0…
That day, I saw what money could do.
I witnessed the power—no, the violence—of money.
And I learned that you can absolutely beat people with it.