Former Hero Streamer – Chapter 197

Chapter: Demands for the Truth About Friede

“Isn’t it time to consider Friede for the national team?”

“Author: DadSighsInBean”

So far, the play we’ve seen has been nothing but an evasive maneuver disguised as a retreat. To be a true avoidance tank like Friede, one must dodge and land critical hits. They say virtual reality is based on body scans, which is genuinely terrifying. It means her level of movement is possible in reality.

National representative, brrr.

yaSergei: If she had committed to any sport since childhood, she’d be a legend.

nah: Nah, usually those types debut and end up fading quickly.

yaSergei: I tend to think that way too, but Friede… she’s pretty much untouchable.

JikGaTerBelt: Watching her play in “Sowona” and “Jomlu” does confirm she’s an inhuman.

SunlightHolySword: But can that body really have such athletic ability? It’s a level beyond simple quick reflexes.

BigSisEaterMidir: I’m curious too. She’s definitely not a hacker, so how does she move like that?

“Demands for the Truth About Friede!”

“Author: SweetGuy”

We didn’t know nearly enough about Friede until now. The streamer Friede is like an onion, revealing more layers the more you peel. Who is Friede, exactly?

Is she the beauty that makes hearts race?

The possessor of a potty filled with fermented bean paste and a thick milk carton ready to be aged?

No, it’s much more than that. She has abilities that go beyond being human.

What’s her background? Family? What led to her powers and development?

We have no clue who she is or where she came from. We want to know Friede’s secrets. We want to share them with her.

BigSisEaterMidir: So, should we hold a hearing?

TheDominator: Apparently, the gallery master would oblige?

Yeah: I don’t know about anything else, but I’ll report first.

EyesWideOpenAndDisgusted: This is getting out of hand.

KimBreakItDown: SweetGuy, come on, start by stepping on the gas, would ya?

JikGaTerBelt: Don’t trash-talk SweetGuy. ㅡ,.ㅡ

DustToBankruptcy: But I am curious.

“The only thing that can overturn this public opinion!”

Author: SlimChick (Liar)

It’s the virginity inspection of Friede, of course.

If you refute this, you’re wrong.

Yeah: It’s done, it’s really done.

yaSergei: You crazy? Aren’t you supposed to know Friede?

DustToBankruptcy: Who’s conducting the inspection?

LAmpadu: Ladder drawing, on.

LAmpadu: But how does that virginity inspection work? Do you just stick it in and if there’s blood, it’s a yes?

hope5555: I acknowledge the true broth.

SunlightHolySword: It’s like you’re saying you checked if a graphics card is functioning by tearing open the packaging.

“Of course Friede has a virginity!”

“Author: KimBreakItDown”

Just look at the faces of the kids who’ve collabed or guest-starred with Friede until now.

If they’ve met girls, they’ve surely met girls, so it’s not like she’s gotten with a guy.

SunlightHolySword: Yeah, a boy crashing a lady-only gathering is a hard no.

DustToBankruptcy: Truly someone with a lot of knowledge, isn’t it?

Yeah: Just let a male guest crash the party. She’d be immediately un-virginized.

JikGaTerBelt: The gallery master un-virginized? Can’t let that slide.

yaSergei: Usually a picture-perfect blonde beauty, but in bed, she’s a total fiend.

RedLotus: Everyone, die!

Yeah: Lotus Unicorn is so disgustingly serious about this, right?

* * *

After the broadcast, I found myself wandering through various communities, intending to check the public opinion, and a bitter smile crept across my face.

Demanding the truth from Friede? What truth do I hold that could prompt such a claim?

Ah, well, I guess I do have an unspoken truth. But can I really just burst in and say, “I give up being human! I was a hero!” while wielding a holy sword?

I’d rather pursue a lifestyle where I can lazily enjoy life like a deity than holding dominion as a hero in this modern, doomsday society.

I picked up a cookie from the plate and stuffed it into my mouth.

The crunchy texture mingled with the rich bittersweet essence of chocolate flooded my mouth, and somehow, it made me think.

It’s a ridiculous optimism to think the world will just let a hero walk around without a care.

If I were to reveal my status as a hero, how would I operate afterward?

I have no idea how society would react to the emergence of a superhuman.

One thing’s for sure, neither I nor the other heroes would ever face persecution. If such a situation arose, I would put a stop to it.

Well, honestly, this thought was more trivial than my concerns about identity; more like a bubble popping, beer kind of worry.

Streamer, live broadcasting…

‘Can I keep doing this?’

If I were to stream again, would it feel ordinary like before?

What kind of reactions would they have?

Entering a broadcast with curiosity and fear about having a superhuman hero, but what if the chat was all restrained and quiet?

Like viewers awkwardly talking as if meeting for the first time and increasing the strangeness of it all.

Ah, just imagining that feeling unsettles me.

‘That’s boring.’

The chat once bursting with sexual jokes and energetic chaos may end up with them sitting around like tamed ponies, and I realized that would be a problem too.

Yeah, even if chaos erupts, the chat should be lively at all times, right?

“Hey, Ppappa, this is tough!”

Thanks to the voice of a frog flapping its wings in desperation, I snapped out of my thoughts.

The troublemaker, holding a bucket full of ice, waddled over with a face that was a total mess.

“You’re actually being helpful today.”

“Huh? Did I suddenly get praised and awaken to S-rank?”

While still rambling nonsense, it clearly isn’t quite there yet, but at least she wasn’t acting strange like before.

Her tone might still be quirky, but I liked how she looked after me post-broadcast.

The excuse I half-heartedly gave about being a bread shuttle instead became my reality.

“Yuri, you’re amazing too.”

“What’s amazing?”

“Seeing you handle things so calmly, you must be above average.”

“Ugh…”

Observing the shrieks of the flustered Ppappa as she suddenly began to tremble, it seemed my efforts were paying off.

Who would’ve thought Yuri’s training would surpass my painstaking operations?

Doing everything by her little self, pouring wine into glasses and preparing snacks was quite commendable.

Well, I couldn’t jump to conclusions given her past, but I thought that if she kept this up, I might free her soon.

As I blankly watched Ppappa, I inadvertently opened my mouth.

It was just a simple whim, nothing more or less, but…

I could then throw a more sincere question.

“Hey, Ppappa.”

“Yes, what is it, Mr. BitchSehee?”

“What do you think would happen if we outed ourselves as heroes?”

Ppappa, with her sparkling eyes, tilted her head as if to say “Why are you worried about that?”

“I guess we’ll just stay popular, right? Why do you ask?”

“Not just that. We’re kind of in a league close to the high power levels in those culture pieces. I wonder if people would feel scared seeing us.”

“If you don’t pull off any crazy stunts like that hero from somewhere, then what could possibly go wrong? Hero live broadcasts? Where else would you find such unique content? Dehet.”

She was making a cheeky face throwing fire eggs while winking, and I decided to tolerate her antics and threw my next question.

“But still, you never know. Are there really any content ideas that could make heroes seem relatable to the average person?”

“Hmmm, what about VTubers?”

“VTubers?”

Isn’t there enough virtual reality as it is?

“How about outdoor broadcasts then?”

“Wait, no. I mean, naughty broadcasting.”

“Do you want to die?”

“Ping…”

Ppappa, looking all pouty before, brightened up again, her eyes practically shimmering.

“Then if we show the stunning side of a hero, everything will fall into place!”

“A stunning side as a hero?”

“Exactly. No matter what profession, it’s a rule of the game to present oneself well. If you show yourself as a shiny protector of people, you might even turn into Lucifer!”

“So right now, I’m not Lucifer?”

“Even with Mr. BitchSehee, that’s a stretch… let’s say Asura for compromise.”

That was a little annoying; at least I hadn’t hit ten million subscribers yet.

If I reach such numbers, then maybe, just maybe I’d become Lucifer.

But even better than that stunning side.

“That’s tough.”

“Why?”

“Well, first off there should be an incident worth a hero stepping in for. It feels like you want me to act like a superhero from a movie.”

Can a superhero do it alone? You need both hands to clap; how can a hero like me do anything solo?

I can’t even just catch petty thieves as a hero, not to mention the fact that if I wanted to be a superhero, there should be a villain akin to my stature… huh?

“There is one?”

“What?”

Could this be shaping up into something grand?

* * *

“Ahchoo!”

“Yikes!”

The sudden outburst of my sneeze was quite strong.

As my body unexpectedly jolted, I felt a bit dizzy while trying to regain my stance.

But as I took in the disastrous scene, I rushed to apologize.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”

My spit, bursting forth like a shotgun, harshly sprayed across the front, directly hitting the face of SweetGuy from the marketing team who was passing by.

Under normal circumstances, he would be crying bloody tears. Yet, fitting his nickname, SweetGuy embraced it all as a quirky industry trophy instead.

“Haha, it’s no problem.”

He licked the drool off the corners of his mouth.

‘Hmm… this taste…’

Lotus scent~.