Chapter 1: “Oh, the Legend of Legends”

Those idiots worshipping such a pig and calling it a gender LOL

Your master’s face level LOL

Just looking at it makes me want to throw up the dinner I ate LOL LOL]

-[Is this real?]

[The scary part is that it’s real…]

-[If only she were average, she could still be admired, but why does she look like a slime monster?]

[What do you call a Dullahan without a webcam?]

[Science.]

[Truly scientific LOL]

[Think logically. If she’s pretty, would she turn on the webcam or not? LOL]

[But there are pretty people who don’t use webcams.]

[Yeah, but your master isn’t one of them LOL]

[Is this a festival or a funeral happening here?]

[It’s a funeral for your legendary fans and a festival for normal people.]

[LOLOL]

[Couldn’t stand those legendary fans, so this is great LOL LOL]

-[I admired her skills anyway. Looks don’t matter to me.]

[(Shaking all over)]

[What? I can’t hear you~ Speak without crying LOL LOL LOL]

[A crushing defeat for the legendary fans LOL LOL]

[Wow LOL, your trembling can be heard here. Is it an earthquake?]

-[I loved you, you f*cking b*tch!]

[Got scammed LOL LOL]

[About the woman I loved turning out to be a monster]

[Is this the plot of a new light novel?]

[Who are they to mock others based on looks when they’re probably just basement-dwelling losers themselves LOL. Does that even work?]

[Wait, are you the actual “Legend”?]

[Huh?]

[All the hidden legendary fans are coming out LOL LOL.]

[The pesticide works wonders.]

[Fans of fake romance, scatter! Scatter!]

-[Is this chick stupid? LOL You’re supposed to separate account IDs.]

[LOLOL Lacking intelligence much?]

[What a complete idiot.]

[She’s exactly as dumb as she looks LOL.]

[Wow, how do you live being both ugly and stupid? Poor “Legend.”]

The internet is full of trash who think they’re doing something impressive.

In reality, all they’ve done is search my stream ID and find an SNS account with the same ID.

And yet, they act like some great detective.

Even a kindergartener could do that.

‘Idiots.’

Do they think they can identify someone based on a single ID?

IDs are things you can crank out in under a minute.

Of course, that SNS account does belong to me.

But the photos are stolen.

All I did was create the account as a backup in case situations like this arose and uploaded some dummy photos.

The images were slightly modified to avoid reverse image searches.

Now, by switching the SNS account from private to public:

[“A graceful afternoon tea~” (Posted 2 years ago)]

I’ve created irrefutable evidence that this account existed long before I began streaming.

I threw out bait, and they bit.

‘Maybe now there’ll be fewer pests buzzing around.’

Not just the clingy ones, but likely the overall viewer count will drop.

But I couldn’t care less.

Streaming is just a hobby.

Actually, calling it a hobby might be a stretch.

It’s more like a placeholder for “jobless bum,” a title I use as a business card of sorts.

This is the kind of life some people lead.

Dealing with flies is enough trouble in real life.

Watch streams as just streams, you bastards.

Stop fantasizing about dating a streamer you don’t even know, you idiots.

“Excuse me! I’m not a weird person, just a talent agency employee!”

“I’m not becoming a celebrity.”

“Please don’t say that; at least hear me out!”

“I’m not becoming an idol.”

Doing something that bothersome would kill me.

In the mirror reflects a body that looks like that of a very young child.

Years ago, I’d been flustered by the idea of a naked female body and even had some impure thoughts.

Now, I’m completely used to this body.

Time is truly a medicine that erases everything.

Even things you thought you’d never get used to become familiar over time.

Now, I barely remember what my original appearance looked like.

Only when I take out old photos do I vaguely recall, “Ah, it used to be like that.”

Looking at this body now, my only thought is, “Why do they insist on wearing underwear when there’s nothing to support?”

South Korea’s conservative societal norms force bras on chests that don’t even need support, like A-cups or B-cups.

I’m not a feminist. It’s purely a matter of practicality.

If there’s no weight to sag, why should I have to wear something so cumbersome?

My chest is just barely budding, without any clear boundary separating it from the rest of my torso.

Wouldn’t a bra only start serving its purpose when a chest begins to fold over itself?

Otherwise, it’s nothing but a suffocating constraint.

My body is, by all appearances, a child’s.

A normal man should never see this body as that of a woman.

Anyone lusting after this body is a pedophile, plain and simple!

…Since becoming this way, I’ve realized one thing.

The world is full of pedophiles.

After stepping out of the shower, I noticed a welcome text message on my phone.

[Your package has been left at the security office.]

Having just moved into my new apartment a few days ago, I still didn’t have a computer.

So, like a real man, I ordered an affordable custom-built PC.

You all know the thrill, right? Piecing together components is pretty fun.

It’s a secret that the store called to say, “The parts aren’t compatible,” after I sent them my specs.

Now, let’s head to the package room to pick up the computer.

The apartment I moved into, called Legend Apartments, doesn’t allow deliveries beyond the first-floor lobby due to security concerns.

Though it’s a hassle to go down, I can’t ignore my new computer!

“Ugh!”

‘Is that a real person’s face? Or an android? Could it be a humanoid robot?’

Kim Kyungho, an employee of a renowned security company’s team, was stationed at Legend Apartments and had been monitoring the deliveryman just moments ago.

During that time, a woman had descended to the package storage room.

Kyungho had seen plenty of idols and actresses while working at Legend Apartments, home to many celebrities, but he could swear that the woman who just came down was the most beautiful of them all.

A slender yet elegant girl’s curves, teetering on the edge of legality, dizzying and maddening in their allure—

No, there’s no way a human could create such a face.

In one word: divine!

Her face was a perfect harmony, as though she were a goddess, angel, or fairy.

If God existed, He must’ve made her first and declared, “Here! This is how women should be created!”

Everyone else must have been failed attempts at replicating her.

“Wow, she’s the prettiest person I’ve ever seen in my life.”

A coworker beside him confirmed that Kyungho wasn’t alone in his thoughts.

“Why are women’s bodies so beautiful?”

“She can probably hear you, you freak. You sound like a total pervert.”

And it’s not that women’s bodies are inherently beautiful; it’s just that she is particularly beautiful.

Kyungho barely swallowed the words before they escaped his lips.

“Her package looks really heavy! This is our moment to step in!”

Agreed. Totally agreed. Strongly agreed.

Kyungho stepped forward.

“Do you need help?”

“No.”

Her response was firmer than a pumpkin.

Kyungho thought to himself.

If she were unattractive, he’d have muttered, “What’s her problem?” But coming from someone so beautiful, he thought instead, “How much must she have endured to become this wary?”

Will it come out? My chest tightens, and I feel a pang of sadness.

But.

I’m different from other lecherous men. I just genuinely want to help out of pure goodwill.

The overwhelming urge to prove this made me feel like I was going crazy!

Still, I suppressed that feeling with great effort.

Asking twice would be rude.

“Ugh… ngh… haah…”

‘Critical hit to my mental health!’

Does she not realize how dangerously enchanting she is?

As she let out something resembling a moan, Kyungho struggled to keep his sanity intact.

If he let his guard down for even a moment, he feared he might start staring at her intently.

But his ears couldn’t help perking up automatically, like a reflex.

After a bit more grunting, she seemed to contemplate something.

“…Sorry, but could you help me?”

“Of course!”

She must have realized that carrying all that baggage by herself was impossible.

“Hup!”

Kyungho, trying to show off, lifted the box containing the computer case with one hand.

With the other hand, he picked up the monitor box.

Honestly, it was a bit much for him.

But men are inherently foolish creatures who want to appear strong in front of beautiful women.

He even wondered if he could somehow carry an additional monitor box.

“I’ll help too!”

Since his security team colleague grabbed the other monitor and accessory boxes, that chance didn’t come.

‘Seola? Is your name Seola? Even your name is beautiful!’

Kyungho secretly delighted at the name he saw on the delivery invoice.

Meanwhile, as they moved to her apartment, Seola thought to herself.

‘Two men carrying my stuff? I look like a queen bee! Ugh, I want to die!’

This was the kind of situation she absolutely despised.

But with her lackluster strength, there was no avoiding it.

‘A secondary monitor? A woman with a custom-built PC and a second monitor? Does she like gaming? Or maybe it’s for design work?’

Kyungho confirmed from the invoice that the delivery consisted of a custom PC, two monitors, and peripherals.

His imagination began to run wild.

A woman this stunning who also enjoys gaming?

Such an ideal being couldn’t possibly exist!

‘Or maybe she’s a professional crypto trader? A self-made millionaire!?’

Considering the exorbitant price of apartments in Legend, this woman was undoubtedly very wealthy.

This only fueled more elaborate fantasies.

A rich family’s daughter? A self-made crypto millionaire?

Either way, she was undeniably captivating.

“Just leave them in front of my door, please.”

“I can carry them inside for you.”

“Hey, you idiot! Where do you think you’re going, barging into a lady’s home like that? Don’t make her uncomfortable!”

Arriving at her door, Kyungho scolded his colleague for his excessive helpfulness.

Feeling proud of himself for scoring maximum “sweetness points,” he quietly placed the packages in front of her door.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. The security team prioritizes the safety and convenience of our residents.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you.”

For Kyungho, it was the best day ever.

He hoped there would be more days like this.

Moving the computer from her doorstep to her room was exhausting.

She couldn’t even imagine how terrible it would’ve been if she’d tried to carry everything from the package room on her own.

So, she convinced herself it was unavoidable. Yes, unavoidable.

Making excuses to no one in particular.

Even in the cold weather of January, she ended up sweating buckets and took another shower.

With her refreshed body, she sat down in her chair.

For certain reasons, she hadn’t been able to play games for the past three years.

She missed it. Gaming chairs.

She missed it. Gaming computers.

Gaming—turning on the power, putting on a gaming headset, manipulating the gaming mouse and gaming keyboard to gaming—log in.

She missed it so much! Her gaming life!

Quickly, she completed all the necessary settings.

Then, she logged into the gaming channel of her chosen game.

[MF Channel (1)]

The game had died.

There was only one player in the channel.

And that one player was her.

“WHAT?!”

The game she used to play was dead.

Gone!