I Became a Malicious Streamer

Mollru becoming the tribe leader wasn’t just because all the people gathered here were her friends who came to play the game with her; there was definitely more to it.

So, what exactly is the position of a chieftain in the primitive era?

The chieftain is the supreme ruler who decides everything and leads the tribe, and simultaneously, they are the strongest warrior deserving of such a power. In other words, they are the strongest among the tribe.

In a time when the term “macho” didn’t even exist, and barbarism was the norm, everything was decided by the logic of strength.

The strongest warrior lived the wealthiest life and had the most beautiful wives.

Why does our tribe thrive compared to neighboring tribes? Because our tribe members are stronger than theirs.

It’s the same here. Although there are only five people, including the somewhat ambiguous chieftain, the strongest one sits in the chieftain’s seat and commands them.

“Let’s go right away. You remember the location, right?”

“Yes, I’ve marked it.”

Under Mollru’s command, people lined up beside her.

Everyone except for Jay, who was both the team leader and the home guard, would join. But even then, that only made three people.

Mollru desperately felt the need for more members. It seemed that more people didn’t come to join her tribe than she had expected on the first day. She had envisioned a bustling scene of people flocking to join her tribe, but it seemed her status wasn’t quite that high yet.

She thought she might have to recruit from another tribe if necessary.

“Jay, are you keeping the house safe? I’m counting on you!”

“Y-Yes!”

The base camp is the most crucial stronghold for a tribe.

If the base camp is attacked, that’s pretty much the end for the tribe. Even if the camp is destroyed, the tribe won’t disappear, nor will the link between its members break, but the supplies stored in the camp would be lost, and the respawn point would shift back to the center of the island.

The loss of stored supplies and the effort put into building the base camp would sting dearly.

Especially Jay, who had only roamed around at first and then stayed in camp to supervise the expansion, would be the most sorrowful. It would be like seeing his sweet home fly away.

The more affection one has for a place, the more precious it becomes. That’s why Mollru entrusted Jay with the defense; she thought he would protect it more earnestly.

“Are the traps ready?”

As she spoke and looked at Jay, he nodded vigorously. She understood the importance of traps.

It’s not just Jay; Mollru had faith in the traps that started to spread throughout the camp. In reality, it’s nearly impossible for Jay to defend this vast camp all alone. It might be feasible if he were a legendary tactician, though.

If someone from another tribe got wind of the camp being empty and aimed for a raid, reclaiming the camp would be a piece of cake.

But with traps, things change. If they defend using everything from standard traps that restrict the enemy’s movements to turrets that automatically defend a certain area, Mollru figured Jay could sufficiently hold the fort by himself.

Of course, the traps weren’t invincible since they weren’t manually controlled. If given enough time, even a minefield packed with explosives would eventually be taken down.

The traps were merely meant to buy time until the tribe members returned. Nothing more, nothing less.

Mollru wasn’t just sitting around as the chieftain; she spent her time making traps alongside Jay, preparing for any situation that might require her to leave her post.

After confirming that all the traps were working properly, Mollru and her team set out on their journey.

Time had already passed significantly since Rita was attacked. It was sensible to assume the probability of rescuing her was quite low.

True to that assumption, as Mollru and her party moved about halfway to their destination, an announcement popped up saying tribe member Rita had retired.

That meant she had lost all her equipment and items. She would respawn at the base camp and take on the defense duties alongside Jay.

“We need to recover the body.”

Daesik murmured this softly. Although all of Rita’s items had been taken, recovering the body held a significant meaning. Providing a proper burial for tribe members would boost morale.

When morale is boosted, they experience overall stat increases in movement speed, attack speed, and health.

It might seem a bit funny to hold a funeral for someone who’s going to come back to life at the base camp.

After all, what’s the point of a funeral when they’ll be revived with a new body? Do their souls change or something?

It was a meaningless thought. Daesik shook off the stray thoughts and focused back on the game.

The companions sprinting across the plains; at the forefront, Mollru positioned herself.

Leading with Mollru at the front was quite the burden. If the chieftain were to die, the morale of the tribe would plummet. A chieftain dying in battle is about the same as losing the war. That’s why the chieftain always travels flanked by guards.

This line-up purely stemmed from Mollru’s confidence. Rather than have the front-line tribe members fall to a stray arrow, she’d take the hit herself.

In fact, she had already deflected arrows multiple times with the spear she held, so it couldn’t all just be baseless confidence.

Suddenly, while running, Mollru halted abruptly. It was right after the announcement of Rita’s death.

“What’s going on?”

Daesik quickly scanned the surroundings. He couldn’t perceive it, but it was possible Mollru sensed something and stopped moving. Her keen senses typically detected threats like a ghost.

However, what came from Mollru’s mouth was completely unexpected.

“Rita’s gone… this is amusing.”

“…Huh?”

What on earth was she saying? Did I miss something? Daesik’s brain turned vigorously in confusion.

It was only after Mollru’s next words that Daesik finally grasped the meaning.

“Was it not funny?”

Funny? Did she just treat that as a joke? Where on earth was the humor in that?

Rita is gone… Is it some sort of advanced wordplay using Rita’s name twice?

In a village of one-eyed people, it’s abnormal to have a two-eyed person. Daesik glanced around the chat room to verify if they were indeed in a village of one-eyed folks.

[Rita has retired LOL]
[Mollhahaha Mollhahaha]
[Seriously, always terrible jokes]
[She’s pretty, so we’ll let it slide…]
[If she looked ugly, we would’ve ripped her apart]
[I feel like I’m going insane, I feel like I’m going insane, I feel like I’m going insane]
[Why are they doing this? Well…]
[It’s hilarious LOL These guys are just being dramatic]

A scene of collective madness. Fortunately, it seemed Daesik wasn’t the only one who didn’t get it.

Others understood, but the fact that they comprehended it only made them more tormented by Mollru’s joke.

Ryuah, as if accustomed, prodded Mollru along.

“I found it funny, so let’s continue. Okay?”

“Was it not funny…”

Mollru appeared a bit sulky as she resumed walking.

*

Mollru showcased not just her combat prowess but also her distinct cruelty as a chieftain.

They arrived at the place where Rita was attacked and were exploring the surroundings. The moment Mollru heard a sound nearby, she dashed toward it.

As Daesik followed, he noticed a person collapsed on the ground.

“Please spare me; I was just passing by. Please, save me.”

“Daesik, come check this out.”

That was encouragement to see if this person was from the same tribe that had ambushed Rita.

Tribe members all have distinctive traits that indicate allegiance to their tribe. In Mollru’s case, her tribe members have long face paint-like markings around their eyes.

All were affected by the chief Mollru’s character design.

Daesik approached the fallen man and examined him. The man lacked the unique nose ring decoration of the tribe that had attacked earlier.

“Nope, it seems he’s just passing by.”

“Yes, yes. That’s what I said. I don’t know who you’re looking for, but it’s not me.”

“Hmm… okay then. I’ll spare you for now.”

Were the man’s tears worth anything? It seemed he was genuinely overjoyed by Mollru’s unexpectedly merciful act.

“Mollru, it’s you, right? I’m a fan, could you spare me a weapon?”

The tone of his words was overly cheerful, though the content was unexpected and rude. He might have thought he was engaging in some exchange, but none of those present felt that way.

An entertainer’s entertainer. A streamer’s streamer.

It was like asking a famous celebrity in a restaurant to cover his bill, making a bold request for a weapon as if expecting it.

“Could you give it to me?” wasn’t even the phrase; it was straight-up “give it to me,” as if he had left it with her.

Mollru murmured quietly, judging his attitude.

“A weapon… Okay. Want to see?”

“Oh, really?”

The man asked back, looking surprised. It seemed he didn’t think Mollru would actually give him something.

Daesik and Ryuah glanced at each other, also shocked. Is she really going to give it?

Making a weapon takes significant effort. Even basic items like a wooden spear and a sword require substantial farming.

Nevertheless, Mollru truly produced a weapon in front of the man. Then, she stepped closer to him.

“Pay attention. I have exactly two. I’d love to give you more, but I only have two.”

“Even that’s more than enough!”

“Number one. Wooden spear.”

Fwomp-

Mollru pulled out the wooden spear from her inventory and thrust it forward. The man’s HP dropped significantly.

“Wait, hold on! Ma’am?”

“You’ve seen the wooden spear, right? Then number two. Bronze sword.”

The storytelling blade slashed horizontally. Once again, the man’s HP plummeted. As his already low health bar reached its end, it completely cut off, and he retired.

“Now, choose one of the two. Huh? Where did he go?”

Mollru looked around at the now lifeless body before her.

“Why can’t you accept a weapon I’m trying to give you? I heard you’re a fan, wanted to bless you a bit.”

[Mollcheongji’s lucky day ㄷㄷㄷ]
[Very cruel… very cruel…]
[Moll’s a total savage]
[Totally deserved it, lol]
[He went and asked to get killed…]
And thus, Mollru’s ruthless nature was vividly displayed right before Daesik’s eyes.

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