Former Hero Streamer – Chapter 94

Chapter 1: The Streaming Dilemma

Friede had entered yet another hiatus since her broadcast that early morning.

It was truly a mindless retreat… A crowd of frustrated viewers ignited flames all over the message board, but Friede remained silent.

Eventually, the wearied viewers shifted their focus away from Friede’s unresponsive board to another target.

They changed gears to a place that offered more abundant interaction rather than her stone-cold channel.

And that target was none other than….

“Limit Zero has donated 250,000 won!

—Did Forming see Friede’s face? Is she pretty? How does she look? For real, is she blonde?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you for the donation, Limit. We agreed to keep details about my sister under wraps. If you keep this up, I’ll have to ban you.”

[Today, Forming is sweet thanks to Friede]

[Is this, like, the umpteenth time? LOL]

[Are those of you still living in reality? Please say yes]

[Nope, it’s a donation made by parasites sucking the life out of their mothers]

[Shut up, you filthy clown. Don’t say such gross things.]

[So yeah, what did Friede’s face look like? Didn’t you take a picture?]

It was already countless times.

The viewers, jabbering like little jokers, ultimately wanted one thing.

A pathetic gesture of wanting to share information about Friede, to learn something—anything—about her that they didn’t know.

‘I’m exhausted, really.’

Should I go on a hiatus too?

I’ve blocked donations under 200,000 won, yet this was already the 14th donation.

Forming grumbled inwardly and raised the donation limit to 300,000 won.

Well, it was sweet enough.

The problem was that here and there, they were just chirping about Friede’s face, making me furrow my brows.

With things like this, content and the streamer herself end up being swallowed by the atmosphere.

‘Why do I have to suffer like this?’

I ask myself, but the answer comes easily. Because it’s the easiest option.

Currently, the only industry figures linked to Friede’s face reveal were three nickname users: Lotus, Forming, and Achini.

Among them, Achini was an editor with no connection to the viewers, so scratch that.

Lotus was a franchise star from a prestigious team.

In contrast, here I was, just a common streamer with zero exposure and no backing.

Thus, for those filled with venom from Friede’s face reveal, a punching bag like me would be rare.

I felt an overwhelming urge to overturn this situation, but what could I do?

In the end, it’s still a service industry.

“Okay, let’s stop talking about Friede! Today, we’re going to try playing a different game….”

Being in a profession where you sell smiles and content to viewers, I couldn’t afford to show my emotions.

‘Right, I have to smile at all times.’

Endless smiles.

“Taeguk Penguin has donated 450,000 won!

—Forming, you jerk. Are you turning into your sister? Enough with the crude gaming jokes. Just tell us what you’ve been up to. That’s the content and sex, you bird brain.”

With that hefty donation, Forming quietly banned him, leaving the chat buzzing once again.

[You foul bastard! You’re like a Japanese imperial policeman!]

[Whoa! A Japanese policeman, huh? A thousand Marxists countering capitalism!]

[It’s Tiananmen! It’s Tiananmen!]

[No kidding, Tianma Friede’s ally is Forming @@]

[Then who’s the left-wing ally?]

[Lotus?]

[You crazy party poopers! Get outta here!]

[For real, Friede’s not a Tianma but a Hero! ~ ㅡ,.ㅡ]

Forming’s broadcast was never a place for a fierce battle of wits among viewers,

Yet for this session, everyone was furiously staring each other down, veins popping on their foreheads.

[Who said to reveal personal stuff? Just tell me what her impression is, you jerk!]

[Forming, you even set up a collab with Friede and Hero, huh? Suspicious much?]

[Just let me know if Friede’s face is like a anchovy with squinty eyes or a pig with acne and broth!]

Wow, I felt dizzy.

Even the regular fans were subtly affected by the absurd demand, feeling light-headed.

“Oh, fine. I’ll just give a vague description and wrap it up. It’s a privacy matter for my sister.”

Rubbing my temples, I set aside the game I originally wanted to play and closed my eyes, recalling Friede’s appearance.

She was like a ray of sunshine high in the sky.

So strong was that beauty, that if I didn’t focus my thoughts like this, I couldn’t recall her pretty face at all.

“Blonde. Really long. Long enough to cover her butt.”

[Wow, a blonde that covers her butt!]

[My mouth is watering!]

[If your hair is that long, it must be hard to take care of… Friede’s got some serious guts, huh?]

“Well, whatever. Even as a girl, I’d say she’s unbelievably beautiful. That’s all.”

[So how pretty is she? You gotta say it!]

[Just compare her to a famous actress!]

[Is she like a total cutie pie?]

“An actress? She’s not someone you can compare to that. She’s something else.”

[Is she as hot as the opening match girl?]

“……”

With that blatant question filled with desire, Forming frowned and maintained a vague stance.

Not wanting to share more details, yet also desiring that Friede’s evaluation wouldn’t drop… This ambiguous nuance made it hard to quell the viewers’ questions.

Despite the hooks and flame emojis flooding the chat, Forming wouldn’t open her lips further.

Eventually, unable to endure anymore, Forming’s broadcast wrapped up much earlier than planned.

“Ha―!”

Finishing the broadcast, taking off the VR gear, Da-young turned to Bbaebbae with a smile and said,

“Look, Da-young. This isn’t a festival; it’s a funeral.”

Bbaebbae watched the current situation with a sly smile, enjoying the drama.

Even days later, the buzz around Friede showed no signs of dwindling.

No, if anything, it only fueled the fire more, making it a delightful popcorn-worthy scenario.

Perhaps because of the excessive heat, Bitchi Se-hee hadn’t streamed at all until now.

Nice. It felt appetizing.

What did Bitchi Se-hee usually say in such situations?

Ah, that’s right. She would definitely say—

“Cheers!”

Not having beer was a shame.

A face reveal… must be a major topic of discussion.

“Da-young, when Bitchi Se-hee does a face reveal, shouldn’t you join in too?”

“Huh?”

Da-young chuckled.

What does it mean to join in when her sister has a face reveal?

I didn’t particularly want to be involved in the soda-pop kind of scene.

“Stop babbling nonsense. If you say something weird to my sister, you’ll get scolded.”

“Don’t worry, Da-young. Without trust, I’m nothing.”

“Pfft.”

You know it well.

Tch.

I clicked my tongue inwardly.

This is why a big corporation won’t happen.

There’s no reason to look at connections negatively.

Helping each other out as Heroes.

Right before the face reveal, was it possible that Bitchi Se-hee’s stream was a mine nobody knew about?

A sigh could escape at this thought.

A bouquet isn’t just one flower.

Only when surrounded by various flowers does the main flower stand out more.

If only Da-young, with her right demeanor, were here, Friede would shine, and Da-young beside her would also magnify her presence, creating a win-win scenario.

How could I smoothly orchestrate content to involve Da-young with Bitchi Se-hee’s face reveal?

This was something worth deep contemplation.

‘If I force it, she’ll reject it a hundred or a thousand times.’

Bbaebbae steeled herself for a more serious approach than when capturing the Demon King.

Soon, a brilliant idea struck like lightning in her mind.

“Here’s the time to use this trick.

Why not hold an official event?

‘Except for bringing one more uninvited guest, that part’s tricky…’

I think this task should be entrusted to Sweet Guy.