If you had to pick the largest event hosted by Twish, it would undoubtedly be the “Twish Year-End Partnership Party,” but the after-party for the tournament was not far behind.
Even excluding the event staff, there were about 100 attendees, and it seemed that more than half of the streamers who participated in the tournament were present.
Casual encounters could lead to opportunities for collaboration, and the stories from the after-party could provide quality content to be discussed for at least a day or two, so there was no reason to refuse.
[Over 100 people? Isn’t this the largest after-party ever? lol]
– Did around 50 come last year?
– Seriously, the attendance rate is insane.
– I bet the chef’s wrists and ankles are about to break, lol.
└ How many ankles are we talking about?
– They say a lot of new faces are coming; how do we handle this?
– Honestly, last year the atmosphere felt a bit awkward, so it was a bit awkward to attend.
[Why isn’t Noname here…? Did Name abandon his team?]
– Why would they bring someone who’s already sick?
– It’s their birthday today.
└ Oh, really?
– Did Noname’s hospital live broadcast show up?
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└ Since it showed up, I’m posting it, lol.
[Celebrating the birthday live broadcast and then streaming the after-party? This is the happiness of Sunday and Yasji, lol.]
– I heard they rented out the entire second floor, lol.
└ One floor already looks huge, though?
└ But it seems already packed with people, yeah.
– Finally gonna see HyeBam in person?
└ They already posted a selfie.
└ Honestly, it’s hard to trust because of the edits, lol.
[Streamers are now live in Yeongdeungpo!]
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– No way, are all the people in the mosaic streamers?
└ (author): Yup, lol.
– Wow, where are you?
└ (author): Yeongjung-ro xx-gil.
– Crazy, crazy, lol. They even went up to the roof to take pictures; are they a stalker? That’s intense.
└ (author): What are you talking about? This is my house; I live in an attic room.
-(author): Oh, I think I just saw a guy come out of the building; it looks like Han Yongcheol. I can tell just by the voice.
└ Why is this guy doing a live broadcast here, lol?
-(author): ??? Did I see that wrong? I think Noname just showed up.
From the moment Yongcheol mentioned he was bringing Name, the event staff foresaw the chaos that would ensue.
So they asked everyone to remain orderly until Name settled in.
It was something that would hardly matter to the general public, but streamers were close to public figures.
The eyes of viewers were like excellent CCTVs, and everyone sat down, waiting for the main character to arrive.
[Breaking news! Noname is coming to the after-party!]
[What’s with the speed of post regeneration?]
[Quickly, DalTori is broadcasting! Noname will appear in 30 seconds!]
[ㄷㄱㄷㄱㄷㄱㄷㄱㄷㄱ]
[Everyone’s taking out their phones, lol.]
“Is Yongcheol oppa just joking?”
“Come on, no way.”
After anxiously shaking my legs for two minutes by just staring at the entrance.
Ding—
The sound of a bell echoed as someone opened the door.
Silence fell over the hall in an instant.
The streamers reflexively directed their phones forward, and necks extended to peek.
On the small screen, the tiny face of a young girl filled the frame.
[Wowwwwwwwwwww!!!!!]
[Noname is here! Noname is here!!!]
[So cute, lol!]
[Looks exactly like the avatar; is this for real? lol]
[농노로노롱홀노농농ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ]
[I’m so envious, so envious, so envious, so envious.]
[If you want to touch Noname, you have to upvote, lol.]
[Who’s the adult next to her? That suit fits so well.]
[Look at this little ball of cuteness!]
[The streamers are moving around following her, what is this hardship?]
“Waaaaaaaah!”
Joy, excitement, admiration, shock. And the instinctive squeals from women when they see something cute filled the room with noise.
“Eeeeeek, so cute!”
A female streamer trembled as she raised her hand.
[Now, the female streamer market is conquered by Noname!!!]
[Monster rookie streamer (8 years old) taking over all Twish female streamers.]
[Is that even a reasonable size? lol.]
[I thought she looked over 10 years old on stream; why is she so small…?]
[LOL she can’t even reach the shoe rack.]
[What’s her shoe size, like, 200?]
“8-year-old challenger? 8-year-old World Champion? What does this mean for my hands… my career…?”
A professional streamer who had met Name in the finals and experienced a major humiliation.
[Don’t cry, bro. You’re definitely getting old.]
[8 × 4 = 32]
[It’s brutal, lol.]
[You’ve lived four times longer and got schooled by a kid.]
[In the LoL story: Noname is the same age as LoL champions ‘Nunu’ and ‘Annie’]
[Honestly, Noname is a walking cheat code.]
[Why is the Worlds Royal Road but the underdog three times? lol.]
[If you can’t win, just recruit her, didn’t you know? Let’s team up next time, let’s go.]
[Please, come over here fast! I can’t stand this close-up of Noname!]
‘But where should I sit Name?’
Quick-witted streamers began to brainstorm.
We absolutely have to call her over here.
The competition to recruit Name was heating up.
*
“Oh no, not at all! It really doesn’t matter if I’m here with your daughter!”
“No, if an old man joins the kids’ fun, it’ll just be awkward.”
“Professor Cheon, are you really leaving?”
“There’s a beef head soup restaurant on the first floor of this building that looks delicious. Just let me know when everything is done. Our friend Boram will take good care of Name.”
“Yes…! I’ll do my best!”
I opened the door to the restaurant, holding Boram’s hand, which smelled heavily of perfume.
The low bass sound began with “Woooh” and escalated to the higher pitch “Kyaaaak,” filling my ears with diverse shouts.
In the main hall, about ten tables capable of seating up to six people were arranged.
The allure of a dessert corner with a chocolate fountain was no lie; a sweet aroma wafted in.
Medium-rare steak, kimchi fried rice, creamy pasta, and fresh sushi varied in offering.
Starting from the entrance, the food tantalized all five senses, making my mouth water.
“Noname! NaMeYa! Right here, right here!”
A woman right next to me waved her hand enthusiastically.
“Kyaaaah, she looked this way! Hey, NaMeYa, would you like to eat this?”
Before I knew it, a Pepero cookie was stuffed into my mouth.
Sweet. It tasted even better since I hadn’t had it in a while.
“There’s more on this plate! Want to sit here?”
I politely declined the offer from the woman who was patting the seat next to her.
However, if there was one significant mistake I made upon entering the restaurant, it was accepting the cookie she had just handed to me without hesitation.
People witnessing this began to offer plates of delicious food, one after the other, as I passed through.
It was hard to ignore desserts that looked as if they would numb my tongue with sweetness.
I felt sorry for Boram, but like a puppy that strays from the path to smell the grass, I was led by the multiple temptations thrown my way.
“Do you want to try a piece of mille-feuille?”
“Yum.”
The strawberries on top were extremely sweet.
“Do you like eclairs?”
“Aaaah.”
“Ooh, that’s right! You’re eating well! Wow, so cute! Could I take a picture with you?”
This one did taste a bit cheap. Is it impossible to replicate that moist taste with Korean flour?
“Name, over here! Here too!”
I sniffed the air trying to locate the source of the smell.
Caramel?
It was crème caramel. The creamy pudding of chick-yellow was sparkling under the brown caramel syrup.
Someone gently scooped it with a teaspoon and brought it to my mouth, so I opened up without a second thought.
“Aaaah…?”
I felt no taste on my tongue. There’s no way it could be.
When I opened my eyes again, the spoon had distanced itself, as if it was out of reach.
Enchanted by the caramel aroma, I had trailed behind the spoon, arriving at the “The Blorry” team table.
“Hey, it’s nice to see you again, NaMeYa! You scared me by not contacting us if you were coming!”
“Mmm. What is this? It’s not like you’re feeding a bird; you just needed to call me.”
“I thought you wouldn’t come if I just called!”
Yoonseul flashed a bright smile, bringing the spoon to her mouth.
I glanced around for a moment.
Some were approaching me quietly, each holding their own bait, employing tactics akin to the Pied Piper or Hansel and Gretel.
“Are you going to sit here? You’re not leaving us for somewhere else, right?”
“That’s right, NaMeYa! Come over here and eat delicious food with your older brothers and sisters!”
“Then what can you do for me here?”
Honestly, you all just bring food from the buffet corner.
“Shimshimman, show NaMe that thing you had earlier!”
“That thing? Aaaah! Magic? NaMeYa, do you like magic?”
Shimshimman, who had participated with me as a team streamer, was a magician—a surprising fact.
He asked me to pick a card from the shuffled deck, and I chose the Ace of Spades sitting at the front.
When he asked for another card, I randomly picked the 10 of Hearts.
“You’re choosing the 10 of Hearts? Are you really sure?”
“Yes.”
“NaMeYa, do you remember the card you just picked?”
A single card was held face down in my hand.
“It was the Ace of Spades.”
“Then wouldn’t it be fascinating if the card you currently have in your hand suddenly changed to the 10 of Hearts?”
Shimshimman intensely pointed at the card I was holding with a determined look in his eyes.
The crowd that had gathered was swallowing their breath, unable to move.
The tense atmosphere reached its peak.
“Want to check it out?”
With that comment, I swiftly swirled my right wrist to reveal the card.
The card in my hand had transformed from the Ace of Spades to the 10 of Hearts.
“Woah!”
I twitched my body, letting out an involuntary exclamation.
What was this? How on earth did he do that?
“No… how did you do this…? I didn’t feel any mana interference!”
“Want me to show it again?”
“Yes.”
“Alright! First, let’s sit at our table! I’ll perform magic until dessert time!”
With his fist raised triumphantly, Shimshimman drew the attention of applause.
He was showered in thunderous applause from the audience.
Later, I would find out about the screams that erupted from other tables.
