Chapter 27: It’s all within Buddha’s palm

Legender – <If you want to stay friends with me, you have to promise two things.>

Legender – <First, don’t fall for me.>

Legender – <Second, even if you do fall, don’t confess.>

‘What is he talking about?’

Victory felt a sense of disbelief upon receiving Legender’s message.

How much confidence must he have?

Is it some kind of delusion?

The world’s number one professional gamer.

He had been flirted with by countless beauties.

With a salary over 100 billion, handsome looks, and immense fame.

He had attracted all kinds of admirers, including some women who tried to make things happen.

Victory, a young man, wasn’t without his own desires, but…

The scales tipped more in favor of gaming.

Yeah, he’s a crazy person.

A person obsessed with games.

Such a person wouldn’t engage in love that would interfere with his gaming.

‘Maybe he’s been hurt too much.’

Victory decided to understand the ridiculous message with a generous attitude.

Victory had heard before.

That there were sad souls online who couldn’t find a partner in real life and flocked together in search of one.

Legender must have been tired of such things and hid the fact that he was a woman.

At this time, Victory didn’t know.

He couldn’t have imagined that Legender was actually something amazing.

How could he have known that someone like her, who went outside to build relationships, would destroy every group and meeting because all the men fell for her?

He thought it was enough to stop confession attacks now!

Victory –

Victory –

Legender –

What’s up with this Orpheus?

I’ve heard the name before, but I didn’t know the legend well enough, so Victory opened the search engine.

He searched for Orpheus.

He read about the legendary story.

Orpheus, who journeyed to the underworld for his dead wife, moved Hades with his lyre playing and received permission to bring his wife back to the surface, but…

“Never look back before you reach the surface,” he was warned, but in the final moment, he became careless, thinking he had reached the surface, and looked back.

He lost his wife forever.

When compared to this situation, it seemed that even if there was a certain atmosphere, Legender was telling him not to confess, thinking, “Isn’t this something between us?”

How much confidence does this woman have?

It’s a bit irritating.

At this time, Victory didn’t know.

But the rest is omitted.

‘Is it because I’m too pretty?’

No, that’s not it.

On the internet, only my voice and hands are exposed, so why do these horny dogs come after me, knowing only that?

No, “coming after” is too mild a word.

Asking for my panty color is cute compared to the things they ask.

They ask for lewd pictures, or suggest phone s*x, or ask if I want a sponsor.

Why are these guys still in society and not in prison?

Can you live a normal life? No, it’s impossible.

Then why are they still in society? Just walk into prison!

When I was in America, there were some who randomly sent pictures of their own ahem asking, “Isn’t it big?” or “What do you think?”

What do you mean, “What do you think?”

I made sure they were punished by the law, but it ended with just fines, which was quite disappointing.

Luckily, they didn’t leave any emails on my channel.

They didn’t have a way to send me pictures, so I didn’t have to deal with those photo assaults.

[Author: ᄋᄋ] [Title: The Legendary Noona’s Voice That Only I Want to Hear]

[If you lift that tiny body and thrust roughly, you’d probably make a different voice, moaning “Aang, aang” and sounding confused whether she likes it or not.]

Whew, damn, I love Legend-noona.

─ Teacher, please, I beg you, just kill yourself.

─ Meanwhile, it’s Asgard IP again. Disgusting.

― Stop replying to these comments, you idiots. That’s why they keep doing this crap.

─ Didn’t you reply yourself? Didn’t you get baited?

I searched “Legend” in the Teamfight Arena Gallery, and it’s full of this nonsense.

It seems like the more I stir the pot, the more viewers I get.

Trying to figure out why, I ended up on this part of the internet.

It seems ordinary baiting won’t work.

Looks like I need to take drastic measures.

‘Now that I think about it, I had something prepared for situations like this.’

Back before I fully mastered voice modulation.

Back then, I only knew how to raise or lower the pitch but hadn’t realized that I needed to change my vocal technique altogether.

Since the modulated voice sounded so awkward, I looked for another method.

That method was to deliberately use a profile picture of an extremely unattractive woman.

I’m sorry to say this, but unattractive women just aren’t very appealing.

I figured if I put up a picture like that, maybe people would harass me less.

To avoid causing harm to the person in the photo by chance, I used an image from a Chinese site and altered it slightly so it wouldn’t appear in reverse image searches.

I flipped the image, tilted it a bit, cropped the edges, and adjusted the colors.

Then I uploaded it to my fake account’s social media and used it whenever I was active online.

Sure enough, the nasty sexual harassment decreased significantly.

Before I came to Korea, I’d set all those accounts to private.

Why did I make everything private like I had something to hide?

In the digital age, if you don’t do that, weird traces of your past keep following you around.

After my sibling and I were diagnosed with gender dysphoria, we did a lot to distance ourselves from the past.

We hid all traces of our history, moved to America, changed our names, and did various other things.

There were times I wondered if we needed to be this thorough, like we were criminals, but looking back now, I’m glad we did.

I can’t forgive how Seol Yoon is treated like a monster.

She should simply live as a beautiful girl.

A girl with an amazing figure and a truly gorgeous face, admired by everyone around her.

Anyway, the fake profile on my account was set up after my diagnosis.

There’s nothing wrong with that, right?

After double-checking, I made the account public again.

Then I pretended to “discover” it and, using a dynamic IP through a VPN, made a post:

[Author: **][Title: Isn’t this Legend’s account?]

[(Link)]

The ID is the same.

If it’s her, there’s a reason she can’t reveal her face, haha.

― ?? She’s screwed now. Don’t you guys remember Legend’s handcam?

─ Fat accumulates from the center of the body outward and burns off in the reverse order. Hands getting fat is really rare.

─ Then what about all the pork trotter pictures we’ve seen?

─ Those people are super morbidly obese.

The photo showed a woman sitting at a table with bubble tea.

One hand was obscured by the bubble tea, and the other was under the table, so it wasn’t visible.

Even comments analyzing how fat accumulates on hands popped up.

At this point, they were bound to fall for it.

The truth probably didn’t matter to them anyway.

They just needed someone to tear apart.

Sure enough, the fire caught on quickly.

[Author: **][Title: “That woman” Red Pill legend confirmed]

[Ah, damn, haha. So this is the face behind that voice?]

─ She looks like those pig-like creatures at PC bangs calling guys “oppa” while playing FPS games, haha.

─ Comparing her to them would be an insult to them, wouldn’t it?

― Her features are so creatively ugly, haha.

[What confidence does she have to post a face like this on social media??]

[Author: **][Title: Legend Dog Completely Destroyed]

Legend Dog Completely Destroyed. Legend Dog Completely Destroyed. Legend Dog Completely Destroyed…

[Author: **][Title: What? You’re mad about getting attention because you’re pretty? That guy must be kicking his blanket in embarrassment.]

Haha, 50 years of blanket-kicking ahead for that one.

Not only me but even the viewers of my streams began to be ridiculed.

I felt slightly offended, but soon enough, I found myself agreeing to some extent.

“The ratio of simps is too high.”

People who wouldn’t even glance at me if I weren’t a woman.

I kind of want to filter those people out.

I’ve been thinking the same thing myself.

“If I didn’t have this body, would I have pursued a career as a pro?”

That thought suddenly crossed my mind.

If I were a man with this skill level, wouldn’t I have had fans too?

Then I’d face off against Victory in the finals of the World Championship.

But such dreams can no longer come true.

“Should I push myself a little more and turn on the stream?”

I don’t know.

Let’s just focus on the present for now.

<A pig streaming? Oink oink. A pig streaming? Oink oink. A pig streaming? Oink oink. A pig streaming? Oink oink. A pig streaming? Oink oink.>

<Is this a pigsty? Is this a pigsty? Is this a pigsty? Is this a pigsty? Is this a pigsty?>

<Do you even think of streaming with that face???>

<Ah lol, trying to milk that voice for all it’s worth lol.>

<Beautiful people are all alike, but ugly people have diverse reasons for being so.>

<Wow, their face is truly creatively ugly.>

<Can the members of that site stop spamming, please? ㅠㅠ>

<What does someone’s face have to do with playing games? Why are they making a fuss?>

The evening when the infamous SNS post and photo of Jeon Jeon-seol, dubbed the “red pill,” went viral.

Suddenly, Jeon Jeon-seol’s stream went live, drawing an audience of 8,000 viewers.

About half of them were trolls and toxic viewers stirring chaos.

The other half were wannabe trolls who came to enjoy the “hilarious funeral.”

These are the kinds of people who would turn into devils at the slightest provocation.

Only a small fraction were actual viewers there to watch Jeon Jeon-seol’s stream.

It was almost as if the entire world had become Jeon Jeon-seol’s enemy.

“I never said I was pretty. And I don’t need viewers who come here looking for my face. If that’s why you’re here, leave.”

Right after that statement, the viewer count plummeted from 8,000 to 4,000 in an instant, as if prearranged.

The toxic viewers were utterly convinced of their victory.

They were certain this would shatter Jeon Jeon-seol’s mental state into pieces!

[Author: Anonymous]
[Title: Is Jeon Jeon-seol about to quit streaming?]

“When she told viewers looking for her face to leave, the audience halved from 8,000 to 4,000.

Even someone with a decent appearance would be traumatized by this.

With her face, it must be even harder to endure. Isn’t she going to quit streaming???”

For reference, this post was also a thinly veiled mockery disguised as concern.

“She’s not going to quit streaming; she’s going to quit life altogether.”

For reference, this comment was also a thinly veiled mockery disguised as concern.

And the Jeon Jeon-seol they were pretending to worry about while ridiculing…

…was grinning widely.

Everything is going according to plan.