Chapter 15: A Kiss Scene and a Fierce Duel

Isn’t that a familiar ID?

How long has it even been since I arrived in this world?

If it looks familiar, it must be someone I know.

I used the search function on Twika TV.

[ChEuSe123 (ManyMany)]

So, it was Dajang? Dajang is more than welcome.

Since they’ve been managing my streams, they know the flow of my broadcasts, and they have a natural sense for it.

They’d probably create fun and well-edited videos.

Haven’t they already proven it with their results?

[Dajang, did you happen to apply as an editor?]

[Yes, I wanted to, so I sent a video I made. Haha.]

So they already had an edited video ready.

Well, how could they make seven videos in just two hours?

That makes me like them even more.

It means they were already preparing with YouCube in mind.

I felt sorry for the other applicants, but my decision was already made.

Dajang met all the requirements as an editor.

If another skilled applicant appears, I’ll hire more, but for now, I proposed the job to Dajang.

[Can you start working right away from today?]

[Yes! I’ve already started. Just let me know what videos you want, and I’ll create them and send them to you by email.]

[Thank you! I’m so relieved to find an editor I like so quickly. I’m thinking of offering a monthly salary of 300,000 won and a 5% incentive from viewership revenue. Does that work for you? Please share your phone number and bank account details.]

[Haha, I don’t need any payment. I’m doing this because I enjoy it. Haha.]

What?

Dajang seems to have absolutely no monetary greed.

They even refused the payment last time.

But I can’t compromise this time.

What kind of exploitative boss would I be if I made an editor work for free?

I took a firm stance to persuade Dajang.

[If that’s the case, I can’t hire you. I’m looking for someone who will work responsibly while being paid fairly.]

[Gasp! Haha. Then I’ll give you my phone number and bank account tomorrow. I’m unable to right now.]

[Okay, I understand. Looking forward to working together.]

Do they have a reason they can’t share those details right now?

They seem extremely reluctant to disclose personal information.

Well, it’s not something I need to concern myself with.

Other people’s personal matters.

Excessive meddling is just being nosy.

I just need to get what I require.

With this, the issue of running the YouCube channel is resolved.

For some reason, everything is falling into place so smoothly.

There are so many capable and good people around me. It’s something to be grateful for.

“Hmm, what should I eat? I’m running out of food.”

It was well past lunchtime.

I hadn’t eaten anything since waking up, and my stomach was growling.

I opened the fridge, and the instant food was almost gone.

Let’s just make do with whatever is left.

I grabbed a can of vegetable tuna.

Then I picked up a cup noodle sitting on top of the fridge and headed to the hallway water dispenser.

It’s a bit late, but I should at least take care of my hangover.

[New Male Player: I’ll stomp in solo queue.]

“Hello? It’s only been two days, but it feels like ages since I last streamed a gaming session.”

[Shinha]

[Oh! Finally, a League of Legends stream!]

[Been waiting for this. Haha.]

[Shinha]

[Wow, it’s so cool to see your face live, Yoosung.]

[Did you get home safely last night? Haha.]

“Ugh! I thought I was going to die. I must’ve drunk way too much.”

[Sara made you drink like crazy. Haha.]

[Wow, male guest invites turn into crazy drinking sessions. Haha. I thought Yoosung was going to lose his ‘purity.’ Haha.]

[Do you even have ‘purity’? No way the ladies would leave you alone. Haha.]

[But honestly, Yoosung has this dorky vibe, so it makes me kind of curious. Haha.]

[Betting my left nipple that he’s still pure.]

What are they even saying?

Why are they betting my chastity and putting nipples on the line?

Seriously, if I let my guard down for a second, they just start spouting crude jokes without hesitation.

Well, what can I do?

This is the style I chose for my streams.

Poor, lust-starved lambs.

I guess I’ll have to entertain them.

“Yes, congratulations on your successful bets. Feel free to claim another nipple. I’m a pure man who’s never even held a girl’s hand.”

[Liar. Haha.]

[He’s probably done everything else but hold hands. Haha.]

[Didn’t Sara suck on your toes? Haha.]

[I believe you, haha.]

[His ex probably liked doing it from behind. Haha.]

[Oh no! Haha, stop it, you crazy people.]

“Yes, keep indulging in those gross fantasies of yours. As for me, I’m sticking to my title and stomping solo queue. Anyone want to assign me a mission before I start?”

While the viewers’ attention was focused on my comments, I sneakily pressed the start button for the game.

Although my tier and MMR had risen to the point where sniping me was less likely, I still needed to be cautious.

“I’m here to stomp solo queue mercilessly. By the way, in case you didn’t know, I only start playing if someone gives me a mission.”

[Why not just play? Is your mouse broken? Haha.]

[Today’s theme is whining for missions, huh? Haha.]

[You make so much money. Why keep asking for missions? Haha.]

[How dare you ask for missions after taking all that money last night? Haha.]

[Is this even a mission? There’s no chance of failure. Isn’t it just easy money? Haha.]

[SuruChing3 donated 10,000 won.]

[Mission: Win the first game. 20,000 won.]

[StiffYoosungFan1 donated 10,000 won.]

[Mission: Win three games in a row. 50,000 won.]

“Wow! Thank you, SuruChing, for the first game win mission! And, uh, Stiff… Please consider changing your nickname. Thanks for the three-win mission. I’ll gratefully take it. Thank you for the donations!”

The missions began piling up one by one.

Eventually, they exceeded ten in total, and the mission prize pool rose to over 500,000 won.

[[God] RecklessOfficeWorker donated 200,000 won.]

[A bit late. Just got off work and am heading home.]

[Mission: Win the first game within 20 minutes. 1,000,000 won.]

And the grand finale: RecklessOfficeWorker’s mission sealed the deal.

Win the first game in under 20 minutes.

To claim the reward, I’d have to end the match as quickly as possible.

Cleanly, I forced a 15-minute surrender.

It felt great to get my hands warmed up while maintaining some tension.

By the way, is Inyeon not showing up today?

Without the vice-chairman, the stream feels a bit empty.

“Hello? Is this Yuseong?”

Caught off guard, I hesitated for a moment, my eyes still darting between the recall animation and the minimap. “…Yes, who’s this?”

The woman’s voice was calm, almost melodic, yet carried an undercurrent of urgency.

“You don’t know me, but I’ve been watching you for some time now.”

What the—? A fan? A stalker? My thoughts scrambled as I glanced at the chat flooding the screen.

[He’s taking a call mid-game?]

[Classic Yuseong. Can’t even focus during a clutch moment.]

[He’s trolling for content again]

“I don’t have time for jokes,” I said curtly, trying to focus on the game.

“If this is about business or sponsorships, contact my manager.”

“No, it’s not about business,” she replied, her tone sharper now. “It’s about the Named Mutant. You’re in danger.”

The Named Mutant?

My hands froze over the keyboard.

That term wasn’t just gaming slang.

It was something only Eternal World players and hardcore ones at that—would know.

My heart rate spiked.

“What are you talking about?” I demanded, my voice low.

“You’ve been drawing too much attention,” she continued. “Both in-game and out. There are people watching—people who aren’t just fans. They’re waiting for the right moment to strike. If you keep pushing like this, you’ll regret it.”

[Why does he look so serious all of a sudden?]

[Did someone confess live on stream? ]

[Bet it’s his mom telling him to go to bed early.]

Her words hung in the air like a storm cloud, ominous and heavy.

I wanted to dismiss her as a troll, but something about her tone made it hard to brush off.

“Listen,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “If you’re trying to mess with me, it’s not going to work. I’m in the middle of a match, so—”

“Yuseong, this isn’t a prank. And if you don’t believe me, just wait. You’ll see for yourself soon enough.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at the “Call Disconnected” screen.

“Who the hell was that…?”

My hands returned to the keyboard, but my focus was shot.

The chat continued to explode with speculation, but I couldn’t process it.

Something about her words sent a chill down my spine, like the creeping unease of knowing you’d overlooked a crucial detail.

And then, the game jolted me back into reality.

[An enemy has been slain.]

[An ally has been slain.]

[Shut down!]

Damn it.

The mid lane had devolved into chaos while I was distracted.

Malzahar was dead, but Camille had claimed another kill, her champion now glowing with gold from the bounty.

“Focus, Yuseong,” I muttered to myself, shaking off the unease.

Whatever that call was about, it could wait.

Right now, I had a game to win—and a booster duo to crush.