I Became a Malicious Streamer

The trial continued even after the first defendant’s verdict.

Five defendants selected by lottery were banned for various reasons.

Some made offensive chats, some recklessly broadcast situations from different rooms, while others excessively spammed…

As they had different stories, the efforts they made to lift their bans were also varied. Some, like the first defendant Mingdu, simply entrusted everything to a lawyer, while others defended themselves without hiring a lawyer or submitted something resembling a petition.

“Please take a look at this. It’s a comic the defendant posted in the cafe.”

“Wait, they even drew a comic?”

In hopes of leniency, some brought short comics or posted photos of themselves doing a handstand bow as proof of remorse.

Thus, the trial content with five defendants, five lawyers, and five prosecutors came to an end. Out of them, three were specially released today.

So over half of them got released. This would make the judge fairly merciful, right?

But thinking about it, I feel like having too merciful a judge can’t be good either. A judge who only gives soft penalties to criminals? Just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine. A world like that must surely be a society where justice is dead.

Still, this trial often had me as the judge and frequently as the direct victim. The viewers also experienced some damage, but for the most part, they were affected indirectly; the one who suffered the most was me.

The chat messages from two serious offenders who couldn’t get released and remained imprisoned proved that point.

One claimed he was already married to me, babbling that I was his “waifu,” while another spamed messages asking how he could marry me, saying he loved me too much. They were quite the troublesome fellows.

Why does everyone treat me like some marriage candidate? Gender aside, who would want to marry someone they don’t even know? How disgusting, you brothas.

I might have said it as a joke, but don’t you think that’s a bit too serious? I too had days where I thought it was just a joke, frivolously saying I wanted to marry – but honestly, it was clear that those who typed those messages genuinely meant it.

And that’s why, even in this special release event, I couldn’t just let them off easily and kept them locked up. It was simply a matter of my feelings, unrelated to any repentance or chance for improvement.

Because of the two, I ended up with quite an unfortunate nickname. Something like “30s Seductive Mishee Molru” would have been bearable, but…

Hearing titles like “Best Bride Material” or “Universal Lover” being thrown into the chat, made me feel quite uneasy…

At least, like the earlier ones, I could threaten them with being locked up forever, which made them quiet.

I thought it would stay quiet. Until then.

Who would have thought that nickname would come up again?

*

The trigger was trivial.

I simply looked out the window and saw beautiful flowers blooming.

From pretty white and pink cherry blossoms to yellow forsythias, and countless other colorful flowers whose names I didn’t know.

They had done splendid landscaping. To be able to see such a scene from home, it made sense why the house’s price was high.

I heard the cheerful sounds of laughter from the park in front of my house.
Families out enjoying the flowers, high school friends hanging out, and couples sitting on blankets chatting.

Seeing that brought back the awareness that spring had indeed come.

While they were out there enjoying spring, were my Molbus really loving it?

No, it couldn’t be. They were definitely just lounging in dark rooms clutching their phones or staring at their computers.

Writing useless posts like “When will the Bangjang broadcast?” on various communities.

It was a fleeting thought. Was my thinking channel skewed towards broadcasting lately? Sometimes I had such moments. What would my fans be doing in this weather?

This time, I didn’t need to think too long. No matter how much I pondered, I couldn’t picture my Molbus going outside to enjoy the blooming cherry blossoms or soaking up the vibrant spring energy.

Of course, not all Molbus were like that. I knew some extroverted ones spent more time outside than at home, like my fitness trainer who proudly declared himself a Molbu in front of me.

But if you think about it, those were more like mutants. Real Molbus usually avoided going out, had trouble making eye contact, struggled to talk, and only found strength when gripping a keyboard.

At least, in my perception, the image of a Molbu held that much sway.

The streamer and the viewers – my Molbus were indeed those who resembled me. Sure, I had changed a lot lately, but the essence still resonated with my Molbus.

Maybe that’s why I felt compelled at that moment.
I wanted my Molbus to feel what I felt. I wanted to let them know that the outside world isn’t as scary and is actually warmer than they think.

But I couldn’t possibly drag tens of thousands of people out, so I had only one option.
Let’s try a slightly special broadcast different from usual.

*

“The flowers are so beautifully blooming, everyone.”

[They really are]

[I just got here, why is it suddenly an outdoor broadcast?]

[I dunno]

[The Bangjang said he turned it on to show the Molbus who are just stuck indoors the outside.]

[The reason is quite sudden]

[Look at the Bangjang being so kind]

[??? : Please go outside!]

[Could you show something other than flowers? hehe]

[Lol, I came to see Molru, not the flowers.]

[Honestly, the Bangjang is prettier than the flowers.]

[If you stand in the flowerbed, it’d be hard to tell the difference.]

[Who’s the flower?]

[Ugh…]

[That’s not a sincere statement; it’s a meat soup statement.]

[Molru is indeed prettier.]

[Honestly, I don’t even get why flowers are considered pretty; I don’t even get why people look.]

[Flowers are pretty, but what’s the difference between seeing them on the internet and in real life?]

[I don’t quite get why people go to see them, lol.]

Have you ever seen such romantically challenged folks? I went through all the trouble to show them a pretty scene, and they made such remarks. I kindly spoke to the Molbus to reassure them.

“Come on, just feel it for a moment. This beautiful nature. Isn’t it lovely just to look at?”

But even so, the Molbus were in an uproar demanding me to turn the camera! There were countless chats asking for them to see my face instead.

“Guys, this is too much. I turned the outdoor broadcast on because I thought of you while the cherry blossoms were blooming. But instead of appreciating the flowers, you’re just asking to see my face…”

I felt a little hurt. I had to go through all this trouble for the Molbus, and yet they were just whining about seeing my face.

Just face, face. Isn’t that enough? Oh right, there’s also the chest and the butt?

For them, anyone who’s pretty in the face and has a good body is fine. These folks wouldn’t care if it wasn’t me. It’s my fault for considering them fans.

From now on, I’ll treat them strictly as professional. Just a transactional relationship between the broadcaster and viewers; that’s all it will be.

“I’m going to end the broadcast. I hate all of you.”

In a moment of frustration, I ended up saying something I really shouldn’t have. “I hate you all.” What am I, a child? That sounds childish. Si-young, who was filming in front of me, seemed startled by what I said, her eyes slightly widening.

However, whether it was the childish comment’s effect or not, the reactions from the viewers were immediate and vehement.

[No, no, no, no, no]

[I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry]

[Bow your heads, Molbus]

[No, no, no, no, no, no]

[I love seeing the flowers, haha! Flowers are the best in the world!]

[Please don’t go, teacher! My 7-year-old daughter loves watching your broadcast, and she’s crying! Don’t go, please!]

The flood of messages pouring down conveyed sincerity; at least that’s how I felt.

The abrupt shift in their attitudes was both pathetic and funny, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“If you apologize, I’ll consider letting it slide. So, shall we enjoy looking at flowers together?”

Yeah, yeah of course! Seeing the rapid influx of agreement comments, I nodded in satisfaction.

See? The Molbus might be a bit oblivious, but they’re not bad people. They were just people playing their roles.

Therefore, it was just a matter of directly pointing out what was wrong and what was disappointing to resolve the issue.

And just like that, as if I had never voiced any grievances, I started walking again while talking about the beautiful scenery.

Then it happened.

[You’re so cute when you’re excitedly explaining again, lol.]

[The fact you were upset earlier is also true.]

[Honestly, I understand why Mingdu wanted to make you his wife.]

[Exactly, the best bride material!]

[Someone who charms people of all ages…]

[‘The Lover of All’]

[This freak…]

The broadcast was currently conducted through Si-young’s phone, with her filming the scenery while walking beside me.

So maybe they thought I wouldn’t see the chats and started secretly typing such comments. Some even used nicknames I specifically asked them not to.

When I confirmed the chats on my phone, I shouted.

“I told you not to use that nickname!”

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