Chapter 76: Double Broadcast Time Event

“Sigh.”

Stepping out of the office, I let out a deep breath.

I pulled out my phone to check the time—exactly three minutes spent inside.

All I did was say hi, hand over the brownies, and leave.

How many words did I even exchange in there?

Five? Maybe six?

Thanks to multiple mental simulations beforehand, I managed to say everything I needed to and get out.

The stammering mess I was when I first met my manager? That wasn’t my true self.

Back then, I was overly tense about my disguise being exposed and burdened with guilt for deceiving others.

Two heavy reasons that made my brain lag worse than usual.

Normally, I’m someone who can file a complaint at a movie theater without breaking a sweat.

I say hello and goodbye when entering and leaving a store.

I can confidently ask a convenience store clerk for a bag like a seasoned conversationalist.

Sure, when dealing with complex social interactions like today, I need to run a few mental simulations first.

But this time, I wasn’t worried about being found out.

My disguise held up the entire time at the previous company dinner.

That means it’s high quality.

It was my second time pulling this off, so I felt way more comfortable than before.

Plus, I wasn’t meeting the editor alone.

Last time, it was a stranger, so I brought Seol Yoon for backup.

This time, I was meeting someone I already knew—my manager—so I could handle it alone.

“No major incidents. That’s a win.”

Well… I did get caught off guard for a moment.

The editor suddenly called me “Master.”

He was probably trying to say “Employer” but got tongue-tied.

Since the official boss is my manager, the title for me is… tricky.

But it’s fine.

It was within my expected range of outcomes.

“Simulation No. 3: When the editor suddenly says something weird.”

1. De-escalate without showing disgust or hostility.
2. Warn him against falling for me.
3. Explain American Valentine’s culture to prevent misunderstandings.
4. Tell him not to spread rumors about my looks.
5. Excuse myself as ‘just passing through’ and escape.

Mission complete.

Now that I’ve shown my face once, I’ll have to observe his behavior going forward.

If he continues working diligently as before, I might elevate his status in my mind.

If his attitude changes, though? He’s out.

Especially if he spreads rumors about my looks.

I can’t work with loose-lipped people.

I’ll observe him for three months.

If nothing goes wrong, maybe we can have a company dinner.

But getting too close is dangerous.

Men always fall for me when we get close.

This cursed face of mine…

“Originally, I didn’t even plan to include the editor in Valentine’s.”

This is all because of drinking.

Partly because of Manager Noona, too.

Drunken me agreed to exchange homemade chocolates.

Sober me decided melting chocolate was meaningless and switched to baking brownies instead.

But turning it into a cooking stream and a viewer giveaway?

And adding the editor to the list of recipients?

That was all Manager Noona’s idea.

Not that it was a bad thing.

The cooking stream was fun, and interacting with viewers was nice.

And meeting the editor was a necessary task anyway.

Still, cramming so many events into one was exhausting.

Maybe I should have a small personal celebration tonight.

A cracker topped with cheese and a straight whiskey.

I’ll pick up ingredients and booze on my way home.

“But seriously, how is ‘Video’ a person’s name?”

A video editor named “Video”.

Sounds like the title of a manga.

[“Take down the video, you bastard.”]

Clipping is a big part of internet streaming culture.

People take funny moments from streams and upload them to video sites.

And the clip making me furious?

Of course, it’s the one where I moan while getting hit by daggers.

Since Victory made a cameo in that match, the clip spread like wildfire.

There’s no point raging about it.

Instead of typing a death threat, I rewrote my message in a polite tone:

[“This is Legend. I do not want this clip circulating. Please take it down as soon as possible.”]

If that doesn’t work, I’ll just mass-report them for copyright violations.

Still, better to ask nicely first.

“…Oto.”

Why is it that when a woman moans, it’s automatically sexual?

Maybe the problem isn’t me, but society.

I moaned in that game because I was so immersed in combat that it felt like I was actually getting stabbed.

Honestly, it’s impossible to go through life without making pained noises.

• When you’re exhausting yourself at the gym because “pain means progress.”
• When you’re sick.
• When you stub your pinky toe on a table leg.
• When you’re startled.

When a man moans, people think, “Wow, he must be struggling.”

When a woman moans, people think, “Whoa! Is this an erotic moment? Is she seducing me?”

What the hell?!

Everyone’s brains are rotten from too much porn.

This world is completely messed up.

‘Damn… but it really was kinda hot. My moans were weirdly cute.’

It’s fine. It’s mine.

I can listen to it all I want.

But every time I realize how naturally seductive I sound, the shame comes crashing down.

Namu Amitabha. Kannon Bodhisattva.

Maha Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra.

Begone, worldly desires!

‘No choice. I’ll drown out this minor scandal with an even bigger event.’

Honestly, the damage is done.

I can’t erase what’s already gone viral.

A part of me wants to take a break and disappear for a while.

But in moments like this, the best strategy is to charge forward.

Instead of letting people talk about that, I’ll give them something new to focus on.

[Legend]
[Broadcast Time x2 Event Starts Now!]

“The moon is rising…”
“The rampage begins…”
“There is no time left…”

(Stream hours extended from 4 PM – 12 AM until Rank 1 is achieved.)

[“FINALLY!”]

[“Uh, full moon was last month?”]

[“Stay focused.”]

[“OUR full moon starts NOW.”]

[“Wow, she really declared a Rank 1 push.”]

[“It was inevitable. The real question was when.”]

[“Can she actually dethrone Victory?”]

[“She just took him down yesterday.”]

[“That was psychological warfare!”]

[“MENTIONING THAT IS A BAN.”]

There’s no turning back now.

I’m going for Rank 1.