Chapter 12: The Unexpected Reveal

I’ve never watched live streams in my life.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I lived completely disconnected—I did watch a lot of MeTube.

The only thing I hadn’t watched was live broadcasts.

The reason was purely that I didn’t have the time.

Enjoying games and creative works, studying development, and watching live streams was too much to handle.

That kind of lifestyle went beyond the realm of superhumans. It was something only a being defying the laws of physics—living in a world with 48-hour days—could achieve.

Perhaps that’s why I’ve recently become completely hooked on watching live streams.

I guess I caught the bug late.

On-screen, a scout falls helplessly to the enemy. The size of the enemy’s urban core was so overwhelming it made your legs tremble just from looking at it.

Han Yurim:** “It was doable, but that’s unfortunate.”

“If that was doable, I’d be a pro by now.”

Moss sighed and typed `/FF` into the chat. The surrender button popped up, and as if everyone shared the same sentiment, the allied base was destroyed in an instant.

[Defeat]

Click. The sound of a lighter flicked on echoed through the mic as Moss recharged his stress with nicotine. I sent a message in chat.

Han Yurim: “With your mechanics, wouldn’t it be better to play as the main carry or focus on the urban core?”

Moss replied, “I rely more on brainpower than mechanics. That’s why I suit the scout role.”

Han Yurim: “That’s unfortunate.”

Moss’s current rank was Diamond 2. While impressive for most, it still fell short compared to his peak rank of Grandmaster. There was a long way to go.

Han Yurim: “But doesn’t it get tiring at that rank?”

“Hey, Yurim. Are you even streaming?”

Moss: “Yurim’s Diamond 3 herself. She doesn’t sleep?”

Han Yurim: “Exactly, which is why I don’t sleep.”

…Streaming, huh. Come to think of it, my last stream was three days ago. I’d been chatting with Kim Inho about game development, and ideas kept popping up.

It wasn’t because I was discouraged by low viewer counts. That’s the truth. Believe me.

Maybe I’ll stream in a bit.

But what should I stream?

Han Yurim: “Wanna duo? It’s easier with a teammate who has a mic.”

“I don’t ride buses. But now that we’re on the topic, why don’t you use your mic during streams? I know you have one—you used it in voice chat last time.”

He didn’t know?

Moss, the so-called detective, wasn’t so sharp after all. Lucky guesses, that’s all he had.

Han Yurim: “Because if I use my mic, viewers won’t be able to focus.”

“That’s the first I’ve heard. Isn’t it harder for viewers to focus without a mic?”

Han Yurim: “Well, if a woman plays games well, it defies the laws of physics, doesn’t it?”

“Seriously… Do you have some kind of mental illness?”

How rude. Telling a mentally sound veteran I have a mental illness. My mind is so resilient that even witnessing Cthulhu wouldn’t faze me.

Isn’t it obvious from the way I write stories? I’m a bit off, clearly.

A normal person wouldn’t spend years lurking in toxic message boards without running away.

Oddly enough, the chat agreed with Moss.

Having finished his cigarette, Moss queued up another game and offered advice.

“You should use your mic. It’s not like it’s the 2000s anymore. There’s only so far you can go without it.”

So, the mysterious game prodigy without a mic wasn’t as intriguing as I thought. Disappointing.

“If you really wanted to be mysterious, you shouldn’t have used voice chat with me either…”

Anyway.

After wrapping up my consultation with Moss, I put on my VR headset and started streaming.

[Diamonds Don’t Sleep]

Viewers began to join. Watching Moss’s stream taught me that enabling notifications was key to pulling in early viewers.

These people were likely my most loyal audience—those who’d watch anything I did.

The viewer count hit 68 in just three minutes. Considering my previous peak was 79, this was already a solid start.

About 80% of the audience were my regulars, my concrete viewers. They’d probably stick around no matter what I streamed.

Well, they’re still a bit soft since I haven’t been streaming that long.

“Finally decided to show up, huh?”

“If you’re gonna leave without notice for three days, just quit streaming.”

“Yeah, seriously. Three days without a stream? Just give up already.”

“Eternal World?”

The chat was bustling, even faster than streams with 3,000 viewers.

Did you know that having just 300 dedicated viewers can make your chat the fastest in the country? Moss told me that.

Still, for only 70 viewers, the chat was unusually fast.

Guess they’re in good shape.

I played the Excel Busters OST. Out of the 10 streamers I’d watched, all of them played music at the start. It seemed to help pass time while waiting for viewers to roll in. Moss didn’t bother with it, though.

“What’s this weeb trash?”

“This is a good song, right? I made it myself.”

I turned on my mic immediately after seeing the chat’s reaction. I was planning to wait until the song ended and say, “Hey there, everyone.” But that plan was already off the rails—not that it mattered much.

Then I turned my mic back off.

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The chat exploded.

They couldn’t believe the quality of the song, especially since I had made it myself.

After 4 minutes and 30 seconds, I switched on my mic and greeted the audience.

“Hello.”

“Wait… It’s a girl?”
“I thought I clicked the wrong stream, but it’s really a girl?”
“Why is this one a girl?”

The chat erupted into chaos, as if it were a panic room under pirate attack.

If so… Who’s the pirate?
Me?

“Isn’t Han Yurim obviously a girl’s name?” I pointed out.

“Who even uses their real name as a stream handle?”
“What a ridiculous person.”

“But Gajunsik does,” I countered, feeling unjustly accused. “He’s the top streamer, and he uses his real name. I thought it would be fine to do the same.”

“He’s the exception, though. Look through the top 50 streamers, and he’s probably the only one with a real name.”

“There’s a reason he’s number one,” I murmured, ignoring the nonsense flooding the chat and logging into Eternal World.

Time to hit Master rank already.

The chat was abuzz with clips of me:

“Han Yurim just copied Gajunsik and used her real name too, lol.”
“Her role model is Gajunsik.”

“So, who even is she?”
“Seriously? She made a viral clip just days ago. Do you have memory issues?”

More conversations emerged, this time focused on my gameplay.

“Wait, Han Yurim is actually a girl?”
(Clip: Han Yurim destroys the enemy core as Thierry, talking nonsense all the while.)

At first, people thought I might be using a voice actor, but soon enough, they realized it was actually me.

“No way she’s a girl with skills like that.”

The skepticism stemmed from ingrained stereotypes.

Girls weren’t supposed to be good at games.

It was a matter of biology and numbers—or so the argument went.

Interests naturally diverged, with some people liking soccer while others preferred studying.

When it came to gaming, men dominated in both passion and population.

And talent, they claimed, comes from numbers.

Just as our country struggles against Japan in baseball and soccer, it was supposedly the same with gaming.

A talent pool of one million can’t compare to one of ten thousand.

In games like Eternal World, where people dedicated their lives to winning, losing to a woman was hard to swallow.

It’s why many hardcore gamers disliked playing with female teammates—too often, the women were viewed as passive and unskilled, putting pressure on the team.

But my playstyle shattered those preconceived notions.

Moss wasn’t the only one baffled by me. When my name came up on the VR stream forums, people debated:

“There’s no way someone playing like this is a woman.”

I wasn’t just aggressive—I was unnaturally so.

My mechanics, reflexes, and playstyle didn’t align with what anyone expected from a female player.

On the screen, Thierry danced around enemy attacks.

Each movement left a breeze trailing behind him—a sign that his agility buff was active.

He dodged through a barrage of skills, closing the distance to the enemy carry.

A fiery glow gathered on his sword. Flames rippled along the blade, and just as the enemy unleashed their ultimate—splitting the battlefield in half—Thierry dashed forward, anticipating the split perfectly.

The sword ignited, slashing through the air and setting everything in front of him ablaze.

The enemy carry’s health melted away. The enemy support and core threw all their remaining skills at Thierry, but it was futile. He didn’t even need to use many abilities—just his basic attacks were enough to finish the carry.

Then, Thierry raised his hand, and a dark void appeared—a black hole, his ultimate ability using dark-element magic. The battle ended in an instant.

It was flawless.

In Eternal World, ultimates were typically used for burst damage, integrated into combos for maximum effect. Without that, most Thierry players couldn’t deal enough damage.

But I didn’t need to rely on my ultimate for damage.

I made up for Thierry’s inherent shortcomings by landing every basic attack perfectly, allowing me to save my ultimate for its crowd-control effects.

In fact, this was the playstyle the developers had originally intended for Thierry.

It was just so difficult that few players ever pulled it off.

Watching my performance now, even seasoned players had to admit: this was a level of play rarely seen.

One viewer, captivated by my flawless gameplay, switched over to the VR stream forum to check for updates.

Unlike a few days ago, there wasn’t much talk about me anymore—just a couple of clips here and there.

The initial buzz had faded. I was now just another streamer grinding ranked games.

With so many exciting streams available, it was easy to lose interest in one with only a little over 100 viewers.

He eventually left my stream to watch something else.

After all, it was prime season for blockbuster games, and there was no shortage of things to watch.

An hour passed. Then two.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of him, and he checked the VR stream forum again, looking for updates.

[Breaking] ‘The Blue-Haired Girl’ Causes Chaos, LOL

“Han Yurim is completely confused right now, hahaha.”

The forum was in an uproar.

He furrowed his brow.

What on earth had happened?

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