I Became a Malicious Streamer

Moses raised his staff and the Red Sea parted, they say. whoosh!

I’m not a devout believer, but I know enough scripture to recognize that.

The great Moses, the ancient religious leader and national hero of Israel.

The miracle he performed was happening right here in this party hall.

“An entertainer has arrived…?”

“Who is it?”

“I’ve never seen that face before…”

Whispers filled the air as eyes turned toward us.

At that moment, the crowd blocking our way parted as if the path we were walking was the road itself.

Everyone was staring, clearly flustered.

Ah, indeed, it makes sense.

The overwhelming impact of seeing Mollru for the first time.

I couldn’t say a word and just stood there, uh, uh.

Knowing at that time the stunning beauty was Mollru made the shock even greater.

Now, seeing the people peeking with their heads out, I wonder how much more surprised they’d be if they knew the person next to me was Mollru.

But compared to Moses, who was performing this miracle, the person next to me seemed completely unfazed.

“….”

As if it were only natural to receive such treatment, she confidently stepped forward.

Not exactly reveling in the attention, but not avoiding it either.

Ryuah felt pleased watching her.

They hadn’t known each other long, but her friend Ji-eun had a dazzling appearance and a warm heart, yet somehow had low self-esteem.

At first, she thought it might have been a joke.

Surely she grew up receiving a daunting amount of attention and love—strange, right?

However, as they spent more time together, she learned.

Mollru, that is, Ji-eun genuinely believed she was really, truly ugly compared to others.

Ryuah didn’t pry too deeply, worried it might hurt her, but hoped that someday Ji-eun would find the image that suited her.

Just like now.

Everyone in the party hall was focused on Ji-eun.

It was as if she were the main character of the party, drawing everyone’s eyes just by showing up without even doing anything.

In that moment, no one else could embody the title of ‘protagonist’ better than Ji-eun.

Ryuah followed behind her as she thought this.

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“What a complicated situation.”

I had to admit it.

I was really bad at spatial awareness.

As I stepped inside the party hall, I was still uhm, uhm-ing, searching for Jacky and his team.

Meanwhile, people’s gazes stubbornly lingered on Ryuah and me.

Clearly, Ryuah was a more popular streamer than I’d thought.

I was suddenly reminded of Ryuah’s popularity.

And she was grinning beside me like she enjoyed it.

Still, it would be nice if she could help me find someone instead of just enjoying herself.

I couldn’t disturb Ryuah as she was enjoying the party.

I headed deeper inside, looking for the table number Cheolwoo had sent me on KakaoTalk.

Finally, I spotted him.

Um… that’s to say, Cheolwoo, with a green face, pulling a grimace.

“Ah, you made it. Over here!”

Tex waved us over.

The team members at the table all turned to glance at Ryuah and me.

Familiar yet unfamiliar faces made me hesitate for a moment.

What in the world happened here?

“Ah, bro! You looked so scary, I was shocked!”

“There’s… a reason for that.”

“Just sit down, both of you.”

Tex chuckled while Cheolwoo hung his head low.

As we sat at the spot Papi Joah had prepared, the team’s appearances became clearer.

“What the heck? Are you all cosplaying?”

Even Ryuah, who had sat down late, gasped at Cheolwoo’s face.

Yes, it was cosplay.

Everyone except Ryuah and me was sporting costumes that looked somewhat familiar.

Cheolwoo, using his fearsome appearance, had painted his face green, so he was probably…

“Uh, are you the Hulk?”

“Frankenstein.”

“Oh.”

So he was Frankenstein.

Following that, Tex was a vampire, and Papi Joah was dressed as a ghost bride.

Both had impressive pale makeup.

And Jacky was…

“Why is the director wearing a Pikachu outfit?”

He hadn’t done any makeup, but he was wearing an adorable Pikachu onesie.

Still, it seemed to be embarrassing enough that his ears were turning bright red.

“They said he failed to catch the Four Heavenly Kings as Pikachu.”

Apparently he lost a bet with the viewers.

The others had similar reasons.

Cheolwoo and Tex had taken penalties for their losses in King of Games.

They said they had started broadcasting before Ryuah and I arrived to confirm the cosplay.

Papi Joah thought it looked fun for two people to do a cosplay, so she decided to join in.

She seemed genuinely interested in cosplay all the time.

They had broadcasted before Ryuah and I got there to show off their costumes.

“If I had known this would happen, we should’ve come dressed up too, right?”

Ryuah sighed, licking her lips as she said this.

She glanced at me, sending a signal of disappointment.

In her mind, she must have been running a simulation of dressing me up in all sorts of cosplay outfits.

I tried to ignore that look and took a sip from a beverage on the table.

– Hey, hey, look over there.

– A cosplay!

While everyone else was dressed nicely, this was an awkward sight, so people passing by couldn’t help but glance in our direction.

And if their eyes happened to meet Cheolwoo’s, they would quickly look away in shock.

It was more amusing than I expected.

“I’m a fan, sir!”

Some came to our table to ask for autographs.

Cheolwoo, with a dumbfounded look, was giving autographs.

It couldn’t have been easy to barge in like that, but it really showed how being a streamer was not a job just anyone could do.

Led by the men, a line of unexpected autograph requests began to form at our table.

Perhaps the impact of being the champion of the EOW competition was greater than I thought; each team member seemed to have fans of their own.

And anyone who knew the composition of our team could vaguely guess who I was.

– So is that person Mollru?

– Based on the team composition, that makes sense but…

– If he looks like that, why doesn’t he reveal his face?

I wasn’t hiding my face with a hijab, and it was pretty clear my face would be revealed from the moment I arrived here.

Suddenly, someone popped out of the crowd.

A familiar face appeared, holding out paper for me to sign.

“Please sign, Mollru-nim…?”

It was Sua, who could be seen as my reason for starting to stream.

She had a look of uncertainty on her face.

“What should I put down?”

As I quietly took the paper and pen, Sua leaned in closer.

“Is it really you, Mollru?”

I brought my hand to my lips and did a shh-ing motion, and she finally calmed down.

“Please write ‘To my beloved first disciple Sua.’”

Come to think of it, Sua was my first disciple in EOW.

It felt like such a long time ago as I swiftly wrote my signature and inscribed her message.

“Wow… why aren’t you doing a camera stream? You’re so pretty!”

Well, there really wasn’t a reason to force it.

Sua asked and quickly found her answer herself.

After all, if the streaming was going well, I probably wouldn’t turn on my camera unless something special happened.

That’s what I thought.

“I hope to see you again. It’s nice to see your face.”

With a smile, Sua walked away, and a new person appeared behind her.

The next familiar face that showed up was O Daesik.

“No, no… can this even be real?”

O Daesik, the man with “No” permanently stuck in his mouth, muttered as he looked at my face in disbelief.

“Hello, Daesik-nim.”

“Gasp!”

I chuckled at his reaction, finding it amusing to greet him.

What’s with him?

“Did you really have to torment me with that clueless face?”

He seemed to be referring to the first training session we did together.

While watching the broadcast in his room, I had given him some genuine lessons and what I did then was purely for his benefit.

Torment? That seemed a bit unfair.

“You wanted this too, didn’t you?”

“What, what do you mean?”

“Was I the only one who was serious?”

It had been Daesik who suggested a one-on-one match to begin with.

I had merely responded to his call.

As I said this with a pout, the crowd murmured.

– Wow, what a scumbag…

– The worst man in existence, O Daesik.

– Looks like Daesik messed up.

These were streamers sharp enough to catch on to meme-worthy situations.

The playful atmosphere in the chat carried on with teasing comments directed at Daesik.

“I’m just joking.”

I gave Daesik a reassuring smile as he wore an embarrassed expression.

He cleared his throat lightly.

“Yes, yes. I know it was just a joke, but I hope you enjoy the party, and I hope we can meet again sometime.”

After shaking hands, Daesik quickly dashed away.

What a surprisingly shy guy.

“I’m a fan!”

After that, more people claiming to be my fans began to gather around me.

This wasn’t a fan signing event; it was just an ordinary party hall.

Was this a never-ending request for handshakes or what?

I started sweating as I tried to make eye contact with each person one by one.

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