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Chapter 46

The neighbor’s house had collapsed, so I went to check it out, only to realize that it was actually my house that had collapsed. I burst into tears upon seeing it.

This is exactly the situation that phrase came to mind.

I was lying there comfortably watching someone else’s house burn down, finding the entire process amusing.

But why is my house burning now?

[Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now? Why are you coming now?]

[Welcome back after 10 years ^^]

[Teacher… please don’t abandon us, Teacher… please don’t abandon us, Teacher… please don’t abandon us, Teacher… please don’t abandon us, Teacher… please don’t abandon us, Teacher… please don’t abandon us, Teacher… please don’t abandon us]

[IdiotTV) Is there a streamer who abandons their viewers?]

[This chaotic chatroom… it’s definitely Mollu’s broadcast]

[A week-long hiatus was over the line, for real lol]

Actually, I knew.

Our house was going to burn down.

More accurately, it had already been burning from a long time ago.

Since that spark could reignite at any moment with just a minor trigger.

Especially after not turning on the broadcast even once after the tournament, receiving my karmic retribution was only natural.

Judging from past experiences, it’s important to be as shameless as possible here.

I brought it up as though nothing happened.

“Good afternoon… it’s a good lunchtime. Another full and entertaining broadcast today~ Let’s go, let’s fight.”

I guess I’m not that shameless.

When I tried to talk like someone who broadcasts daily, like someone who broadcasted yesterday, the words that came out of my mouth were entirely different from what I intended.

As if they had caught on to my weak points, the viewers rushed in like there was no tomorrow.

Looking at the chat box filling up to the point where I had to focus to read the contents, I felt a little aggrieved.

Not that I had remained silent; there was a reason.

“I… I did leave a notice… saying I’d be off for a few days.”

I didn’t just go missing; I informed everyone beforehand and took a break.

It was equivalent to taking a vacation in workplace terms.

Good for me, good for the viewers.

Everyone here has lives and routines, right? Surely it’s hard to follow only my broadcasts every day, all day long.

Through this opportunity, I intended for us all to take some personal time and work on ourselves. However, it seemed the viewers had a different take on it.

[Huh?]

[Was that even a proper notice? ^^]

[Was that not just teasing?]

[So when are you opening the café?]

[People keep saying we should leave E-Gallery]

[Mollu fans need a new home]

[Wait, wasn’t it just 2~3 days? Why was it a week?]

[What event took so long for a week?]

[What have you been doing for a week?]

[Hmm, probably rolling around in a hotel with your boyfriend]

[Hey, don’t defame our teacher]

[Get out]

[If you keep this up, I might start having bad thoughts…]

[Are you serious again? Are you serious again? Are you serious again? Are you serious again? Are you serious again? Are you serious again? Are you serious again? Are you serious again? Are you serious again? Are you serious again?]

“But… my computer was under repair. What was I supposed to do? The holiday ended, and it only arrived a bit ago.”

[Al-ba-no?]

[Haha, like I’m an al-ba]

[You should’ve broadcasted from a PC cafe regardless]

[Lost the heart]

[Why did you spill water on it?]

[That’s a structural defect…]

[Defect?]

[If it’s a defect, then let’s call it that]

[A lot of women would want that defect]

Even as they say things like that, it’s just their way of expressing they’re glad to see me again.

They’re really not sincere at all.

<MintChocolateDonut donated 10,000 won!>

-So, when are you doing Dragon Lord?

“I’m going in now~

Finally, the perfect timing.

Now that I’ve chatted for about ten minutes, the viewers will be satisfied.

Since I pulled a lot of attention from Ryu-a’s broadcast, it’s time to deliver on the expectations.

A chance to correct Ryu-a’s frustrating gameplay.

Numerous streamers are playing Dragon Lord live.

Changing the broadcast title, I join their ranks.

-Mollru is streaming!

Dragon Lord: Wrapping Balak Like Kimchi

*

“Here, just roll out of the way once.”

A warrior holding a thin longsword in one hand and a small shield in the other nimbly rolls across the ground.

This is the very common setup for a Sword-and-Board Warrior.

It’s the image that naturally comes to mind when thinking of medieval warriors.

Soon after, a fierce whizzing sound echoes and the ground where he was standing collapses.

Balak’s unique pattern, Ground Splitter.

[What’s with the confidence ㅋㅋ]

[So… relaxed]

[Really wrapping him like Kimchi ㅇㅇ]

[Is this really mighty Balak? He looks like such a scrub right now…]

[The whole world is shocked? America is surprised, China is enraged, and Japan is shedding tears over Koreans’ love for Kimchi!]

[What if foreigners can’t eat Kimchi?]

[Whether they can or can’t, it’s not my problem]

“You see, this part is pretty easy. And then, from here if you just nick him…”

The warrior circles around Balak, waiting for an opening, then stabs his side. Quickly retreating, Balak pauses, motionless.

Then some dark and ominous aura swirls around him.

[Phase 2 incoming ㅋㅋ]

[He’s going through all these patterns already in the first go; he’s doing well]

[Did you practice?]

[No, didn’t you see the playtime when we started? It was at 0 hours]

[Going for a one-try clear?]

[Mochirong (Of course)]

Dragon Lord, The Way to the Dragon.

The boy dreamed since he was young.

To wander the world and become a legendary figure like the heroes in fairy tales, helping people.

Time passed, and the boy became a young man.

Having put aside his childhood dreams, he lived peacefully among the people of his village.

The simple, rustic young man heard news of a dragon’s appearance and his heart raced as he remembered the dream he’d long buried.

He sets off across the continent. The many trials that stand in his way could be called the first.

Even though the first gate might seem overwhelming, what can one do?

That’s how life is.

But I had the ability to help the young man achieve his dream.

No time should be wasted on such small fry on the journey to meet a dragon.

During the break, I had already studied the patterns from Ryu-a’s and other streamers’ gameplay.

With patterns understood, and the physical ability to react—well, it would be weird if I couldn’t clear it.

“Looks like a Guard Break move. It’s a little fast, but you can dodge if you roll at the right timing.”

The mountainous body of Balak, a name befitting his size, charges at an incredible speed.

It’s so fast, only streaks remain in sight.

Other strategy guides say that with good luck, one can dodge this pattern, or it’s fine to just get hit.

There’s no reason to get hit.

Might as well go for a perfect game.

As soon as dodging the charge, the next pattern follows immediately.

Phew, this one’s pretty ruthless.

Balak strikes a combat stance.

A slow but widely sweeping horizontal slash.

However, there’s no reason to avoid this. You can even consider it an opportunity to counterattack.

“Motions are kind of slow, so parry it comfortably.”

Every motion is predictable.

With a “ding!” sound, Balak’s attack is nullified. But unlike other units, there’s no sign of his stance breaking.

Fitting for a giant who cannot be afflicted by any status debuffs.

A newbie slaughterer’s shamelessly overpowered abilities but oh well.

A few more slashes, and his life will be cut short anyway.

I quickly control my character to continue the offense.

“Almost there. Let’s wrap this up.”

When I announced the end of the Balak hunt, my screen flashed red with a hiss sound as my character momentarily staggered.

My barely-touched HP bar, and Balak groaned before collapsing to the ground.

-You… have won. Young warrior.

“Ah, got hit once… sigh, it’s a shame.”

Even while clearing it, there’s some lingering regret.

Of course, clearing it in one try is impressive, but my goal was to clear it without taking a single hit.

In theory, Balak is a boss that can be beaten without any damage taken.

There’s no way to undo what’s already done.

Impossible to catch Balak again.

Feeling somewhat disappointed, I looked at the chat box and was thrown off by what I saw.

[Ah, ㅋㅋ even he can get hit]

[What’s this… not as good as before?]

[Old Mollru]

[This isn’t the teacher I know…]

[Give us our teacher back! Give us our teacher back! Give us our teacher back! Give us our teacher back! Give us our teacher back!]

[What’s up with these guys? A 1-try clear is amazing, isn’t it?]

[Is this how the chat usually is? Newbie here]

[I don’t know either ㅋㅋ (seriously don’t)]

[He seems to be in poor condition. Back in the day, he could have cleared it with one hand]

I expected them to say I cleared it on the first try and did well.

This is too unfair, people can’t be perfect all the time.

And isn’t this well done?

Have the viewers’ standards gotten too high?

Is that my fault? For showing too many incredible plays normally?

Seeing the people calling me outdated just because I got hit once, I shouted out in frustration.

“Why is the standard for me so strict!”


I Became a Malicious Streamer

I Became a Malicious Streamer

악질 스트리머가 되었다
Score 8
Status: Completed Type: Author: Native Language: Korean
This story is a modern fantasy that follows the life of a streamer who suddenly gains infamy for being perceived as “malicious” or “notorious” by their audience. The protagonist experiences a unique twist involving a gender transformation (TS) while navigating the challenges of daily life, gaming, and internet broadcasting.

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