It’s not as easy as I thought.
Well, is there anything easy in this world?
There’s no such thing as a perfect human.
When people solidify their values in the wrong direction, that becomes prejudice, and I seem to have had some prejudices unconsciously.
Watching people who get paid just to dance and sing in front of the camera with pretty faces, I thought, “Ah, life is really easy.”
A life where one gains favor and admiration just for being pretty or handsome.
There are certainly some people for whom that is easy, but at least I am realizing here and now that it is not for me.
[Move your hand@@@@@@@]
[Don’t hide your face, don’t hide your face, don’t hide your face, don’t hide your face, don’t hide your face, don’t hide your face]
[Can you make the camera bigger, please?]
I can’t help but pay attention.
The pressure of how I appear in real-time is overwhelming.
As I cover my face out of embarrassment, the reactions from people are quite fierce.
As I move my small hand that was covering my face, satisfactory reactions flew in again.
[Wow, even covering my face with my palm, my hand is still showing]
[My hands are small too, haha, but if it’s a guy’s hand, it could probably cover it with one hand]
[Why is your skin so white? This is so different from what I imagined]
The primary issue might be that I feel embarrassed.
I couldn’t bear the evaluations and gazes on my exposed face and body parts that came in real-time.
If this body had been like this at the beginning, I might have ignored it thinking, “It’s not even my body, so what does it matter?”
But now that I’m completely used to this body, every word of praise makes my face heat up.
“Isn’t this enough?”
As I felt my face burning, I decided to turn off the camera again.
[Ughhhhhhh]
[Turn the camera on, turn the camera on, turn the camera on, turn the camera on, turn the camera on]
“Calm down, everyone.”
…It was a scene of collective madness.
Even though I used slow mode in the chat, it was still like this.
What made them act this way?
It was just chat from beyond the keyboard, where no sounds could be heard.
I couldn’t understand why I could hear beast-like sounds.
Was it some kind of auditory hallucination?
Reluctantly, I turned the camera back on.
“Ugh…”
My mind goes blank.
The words and plans I had prepared fade away, leaving nothing.
I couldn’t think. I’ve never been fond of stepping in front of others; I’ve never really done presentations.
In the first place, the reason I could attempt this broadcasting was that it required no camera.
I decided on a decisive measure.
I reduced the size of the camera screen that took up about 70% of the display.
The screen, now pushed into a corner, shrank and became more square.
It wasn’t that the streaming became about the camera; it was merely a setting to indicate that I existed.
“I think I can survive like this…”
Now I feel like I can breathe a little easier.
This should be sufficient for my face to be recognized, so I should stick with this setting.
It was a sort of compromise to smoothly run the broadcast while meeting the viewers’ needs to some extent.
However, despite that, the chat was igniting again.
*
“For now, I won’t be a pro. Experiencing it firsthand was so different from what I thought.”
The situation has calmed down somewhat.
The viewers who had expressed dissatisfaction about the reduced camera size have accepted the situation.
After the camera size was reduced, it was clear that Mollu’s amount of dialogue had significantly increased.
The Mollu who first appeared on screen spoke very little except to confirm that she was indeed the Titan Underlock girl who had appeared in the community.
Her amount of dialogue was lower than when she began broadcasting.
Of course, the quiet Mollu occasionally blushing and avoiding eye contact was quite a spectacle.
But they wanted to know more.
About the person Mollu, who was shrouded in mystery with little disclosed information.
If this is just a glimpse of her appearance, it’s even more compelling.
And crucially.
[You can just enlarge the camera view, you fools, haha]
A certain sage greatly helped solve the viewers’ concerns.
Mollu felt less burdened, and the viewers could see her face and listen to her story, creating a mutually beneficial situation.
“I did go for the Titan audition. I think that photo was probably taken at that time. I don’t know who took it, though.”
Mollu, who spoke calmly as always, didn’t seem different from her usual self.
There was one difference, though.
With the use of the camera, the viewers learned what kind of expressions Mollu makes when she speaks.
Her lips lift slightly when she says this, and she furrows her brows a bit when she says that.
Because her tone and pitch were flat and calm, some thought she was an unemotional and composed person.
Some would say Mollu plays well, has a nice body, and has a good voice, but they felt there was no soul in her voice, calling her robotic.
However, the woman now softly moving her little mouth spoke in a blunt tone, yet each expression carried emotion.
This was a significant change for the viewers who had been watching her broadcasts.
[Heavenly entrance into the chat]
[Feels good…]
[I’m just lying down watching the broadcast and it feels good; is this love…?]
[Ah, haha, just looking at the gallery host’s face brings peace to my heart]
[The savior of 50 million Mollu fans; just a goat]
[For real, haha, this is life and this is sex]
[I’m Arda today]
Mollu seemed to find this kind of reaction burdensome and slightly lowered her head to mumble.
“Why are you all like this…? You weren’t like this before.”
The level of flattery is excessive.
Mollu did not know.
The more she reacted excessively, the happier the viewers were, and they would come out more vigorously to see her reaction again.
Truly a phenomenon like the Möbius strip.
[What’s with the gallery host’s cute move?]
[So cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute]
[The way she’s embarrassed is really cute;;]
[If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to handle it]
[God exists and her name is Mollu]
“Really…”
Only then did Mollu seem to realize the viewers’ behavioral patterns and shook her head.
She tried to make her facial expressions as neutral as possible, attempting not to show any signs of embarrassment.
Of course, even that drove the viewers wild, but.
<Just Mol Hong has donated 100,000 won!>
-Please continue with the story; so, are you not going to debut as a pro?
If there is an affinity for that person, even the smallest story tends to sound fascinating.
Let alone, Mollu’s story is never trivial.
It’s a story that would pique anyone’s interest, especially those who care about the broadcast and esports community.
“Ah, yes. The audition went well, but it seemed like the team and I had different directions.”
[??? What did the team say?]
[Did they say they wouldn’t pay?]
[Isn’t anyone in need of A-grade talent like Mollu? There’s no way they wouldn’t pay her.]
“The thing is, well…”
Mollu’s words slowly flowed out.
She wanted to be a pro gamer, but it seemed that the team wanted a celebrity.
It included external activities like shooting once a quarter. Meanwhile, she just wanted to play games.
“It was just that we didn’t match. I just liked to play games, and the team owner probably needed a star to promote the team.”
Mollu spoke as if she was simply unraveling the facts, but there was a faint sadness felt through her words.
At least that’s how it felt to the viewers.
[Who’s that team owner, haha, I’ll kill him]
[‘Titan Underlock team owner Park Kyung-tae’ << ]
[Park Kyung-tae, it’s you again?]
[Isn’t he the one who made Big Sea do an ad last time?]
[Yeah, Big Sea left Titan for that reason.]
[If you need a face for the team, just pick a celebrity, why do it to someone who wants to be a pro gamer?]
[Kyung-tae… you should be scolded.]
The chat occasionally included messages praising Park Kyung-tae or saying Mollu’s face was desirable, but they were all buried under overwhelming fury.
Mollu's fans are known to be highly loyal.
Today was a day when that fan base would only thicken.
On such a day, they heard something they could never overlook as fans of Mollu.
[Can’t hold it... Can’t hold it... Can’t hold it... Can’t hold it... Can’t hold it...]
[I think this needs a long email sent.]
[I’m a current journalist, and I’m ready to write an article! ^^]
[I’m a 27-year-old unemployed Mollu fan who just made a complaint to Titan’s front office.]
[Haha, I'm going too.]
[If we’re gonna do it, we should all do it together.]
[But isn’t this bad for the gallery host?]
[Who cares, haha, it’s clear they messed up first.]
[But Mollu might not like it.]
The viewers were now soaring past 30,000 and nearing 40,000.
Most of them were just waiting for a word from Mollu.
A small signal like "Mollu call to action," "Departure," or "Launch."
"Seriously... what do you all want me to say?"
[I want to see Mollu saying something embarrassing.]
[Honestly, isn’t the gallery host also pissed?]
[Haha, of course a girl who is serious about gaming would be angry.]
[So do we go in? Or not?]
[Launch?]
"Um… it was indeed disappointing. I came to play games, but they asked me to film and said my face was too precious... they told me not to even think about stepping into the gaming world... said some scary things too."
Mollu pretended not to know.
As if it were inappropriate to speak directly, she indirectly expressed her feelings about that day.
[Got it ^^]
[Let’s go in~]
[Launch!]
But that was sufficient, as the chat swelled like a fierce wave.
