I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers
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Chapter 112 Table of contents

[Posted by: ㅇㅇ(333.211)]
[Title: Ga-wol’s Stream, Current Record.record]

First Match

 

Second Match

 

Third Match

 

Currently 3 wins, 0 losses
The deal is, she keeps setting conditions for herself before each game.
The third match just ended now.

Say what you will, but her skills don't seem like hype to me.

[Comments]

 

[ALL KILL!]
[You have won.]
[MVP: Ga-wol]

[Black 45 RP → 68 RP]

Is this what it means to be built for something?
When I first started the stream, I was worried I’d get too nervous.
I was afraid I’d make a dumb mistake or not perform as well as I usually do.

But honestly, I’ve never felt more energized.
My blood was buzzing, and my hands, gripping the weapon, were sharper than ever.
It didn’t take me long to realize that all my worrying had been for nothing.

What was I so afraid of?
This is exactly the moment I’ve dreamed of.

People flocking into my stream, chattering away, their focus entirely on me.
Just watching the lively chat made me chuckle, my lips curling in a smile.
How could I not love these people?

 

Sure, the tone might be a bit rough, but hey, isn’t that fine?
Sometimes love just makes people a little rough around the edges.

Still, teasing people too much isn’t really my style.
I figured it’d be better to reveal a little something before starting the next game.

[Do you want to start a Ranked Game? Y/N]
[Random matching will begin.]
[Searching for an opponent... Estimated time: 03:45]

“Are you all that curious about the punishment I’ve prepared?”

Maybe because the viewer count had jumped significantly, but the chat was moving so fast it was hard to read a full sentence.
Some of the messages looked like they needed moderation.

Let’s get this straight: I’m not about to twerk on camera.
And I definitely won’t be doing any sexy dances.
I don’t even know what they mean by “acting like a slut.”

Sulbbang and Elderin had advised me to pick a few trustworthy people as moderators, but the problem was that the requirements for a stream moderator were surprisingly high.

A mod needs to know the streamer well and also be well-versed in the world of internet streaming.
They need to understand viewer culture to manage it properly.

And if a mod causes trouble, it affects the streamer too.
So I needed to pick people carefully. And they needed to spend a lot of time on my stream.
Basically, they had to be people who were present in the chat all the time.

No matter how capable someone is, if they’re not there when needed, it’s pointless.
Even if I decided to actively look for someone, it wasn’t like that kind of person would just magically appear... Wait.
Now that I think about it, I do know someone like that.

「Sansae has donated ₩50,000」
「Show us, show us, show us, show us, show us」

「Sansae has donated ₩50,000」
「Wear the bunny ears item, please」

「Sansae has donated ₩50,000」
「Do a cheek puff aegyo for us, just once」

One of the names in the donation list felt extremely familiar.

Sansae was even more of a ghost in the streaming world than I was.
She probably knew how to manage the chat better than I did.
We’d met a few times in person, too, so I trusted Kim Shin-a.

[Sansae’s Chat History]

 

Uh... maybe not?
Her chat history was even more bizarre than I’d imagined.
I didn’t know this, but apparently, Sansae had this kind of style online.

But then again, she already knew what was on the punishment roulette.
She helped me make it, after all.
...She seemed to be having fun, so I didn’t bother pointing that out.

Anyway, I decided to hand over moderation duties to Sansae, just like I’d originally planned.
Managing this massive chat on my own while gaming was physically impossible.
And honestly, there was no one I trusted more than her.

“Before I started the stream, I made a punishment roulette. If I fail the objective, I’ll spin it.”

 

Sis, I appreciate the love, but seriously.
I’m grateful, but honestly, you’re kind of overdoing it.
...Though I couldn’t really say that out loud.

Even while messing around in the chat, her skill at managing it was clear.
She had her limits, cutting off any chats that seemed too out of line without exception.
There was no way this was her first time modding.

I’d need to find a few more mods eventually, given the size of the stream, but for now, the immediate crisis was resolved.
I could take my time finding the next mod candidates later.

[Match found.]
[Do you accept the match? Y/N]
[...Moving to the battlefield in 20 seconds.]

“Looks like we’ve got a queue. Shall we finish this game first? The punishment only happens if I fail the objective. Just losing doesn’t count.”

Sometimes, you need a bait that’ll never actually happen.
I’m sorry to my sweet and innocent viewers, but that roulette will never spin.
I only set objectives I know I can meet.

I wrote down a bunch of punishments that I never intend to carry out.
I hate wearing skirts, so there’s no way I’d put on something weird.
Not in a million years would I let people see me in that.

[Rank Match – Black 68 RP]
[Battlefield: Bamboo Grove]
[Rule: Duel]
[vs Gongchu (Qi Master)]

As soon as I saw the battlefield and the rules, I couldn’t help but laugh.
This felt a little unfair.

A duel is just another name for a 1v1 elimination match.
It doesn’t come up often, but it’s one of those things that shows up just when you’ve almost forgotten about it.
Support players like priests often prepare at least one 1v1 build, or practice with a secondary combat class, just in case.

The rules aren’t much different from what I dealt with in the Arena.
Which means... there’s no one in this rank who can beat me in a duel.
No, scratch that—there’s hardly anyone who could even put up a proper fight here.

“Hmm, I feel a little bad setting an objective for this one. It’s too easy. Should we just finish quickly and move to the next queue?”

 

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