I Became a Malicious Streamer

Chapter 192



My stay in the United States just got extended.

In just a week, it’ll be the beta tester test. But it’s not about playing; it’s just a verification if this person is fit to be a tester. Even if I pass, George said I won’t know when I’ll actually get to play the game.

It would be nice if it was on the same day or the next, but let’s be real, things rarely go that smoothly. However, considering the rumors and the atmosphere floating around recently, it doesn’t seem like it’ll take that long.

According to my acquaintances, the people in charge are itching to pick someone to toss into a capsule and start the game right away.

The capsule is a product of modern science that lets people fully dive into the virtual reality world. You know, that cylindrical thing you often see in creative works.

It opens up, and a person lies down inside to use it. That’s the most efficient way, and they intentionally designed it to feel friendly.

Regardless, now that I’ve volunteered as a beta tester, I might be stuck here in the U.S. for about ten days or possibly longer.

Which means an extended hiatus is unavoidable.

I thought about easing the separation anxiety of my viewers, so I popped into the cafe.

I was sure that right now, Mollru was probably holding her breath and torturing herself by swallowing Legos for not starting a broadcast.

But I might have been wrong.

Ding

Ding ding!

Ding ding ding ding!

Our Molbu weren’t that clueless. Somehow they knew I was on the official Switch broadcast and have been live-streaming every scene I appeared in since.

The streaming mostly consisted of simple cheering comments like “Woo-hoo!” or “Yeah, boss!” whenever I was winning against George.

Otherwise, there were GIFs of my chest shaking and cheerful critique posts about me leaving for America topping the popular posts.

“This person is really consistent…”

The very straightforward comments continued from the nickname that sounds like “the atrocious pocket that makes me mad when I just look at it.”

How long had they been active in the cafe to reach the highest rank already? I decided to give them a temporary suspension to cool off.

The reason, as always, was the distribution of adult content. It’s not that my picture is adult content, but I guess because it was framed in a way that makes it look a bit embarrassing.

I must have lost track of the levels of appropriateness after not posting for a while, but once they got hit by the metaphorical hammer, they tend to show improvement. It’s like their inner desires have decreased a bit.

While I fussed over those two absurdly inappropriate things, I eventually wrote an announcement.

Hello, everyone! This is Mollru!

It’s me, the bastard Na!

How have you all been? It’s been quite a while since I started my broadcasts. I’ve been well.

I thought you guys would go wild, so I just left a quick update.

Then I explained the current situation.

Why I came to America, my meeting with George, how I got information about the full dive beta tester from George, and that I’m considering participating in it…

I had gotten used to writing announcements, so unlike the early days of worrying over them, I could write one pretty quickly. As soon as I posted it, comments started pouring in.

[Wow, you sure took a long time to say you’re going on a break.]

[Will you be broadcasting during the beta tester test?]

[If you take more breaks, I might actually die, teacher!]

[What’s with America?? Hurry up and come back to stream!]

[There have been so many breaks lately… I don’t think it’s you, but some girls are suspicious if the breaks are frequent…]

[What’s with the ‘recent girlfriend’?]

[Mollru isn’t a recent girlfriend, she’s a Kozafriend! Go and bring back an open-minded Kozafriend! I’ll cheer for you!]

[You traveled all the way to a foreign country for love!?]

[Lesbian, lesbian!]

[My horn hurts…]

Groundless rumors and nonsensical chatter. I found comfort in the familiar whirl of comments and closed the cafe.

*

Relocating was inevitable.

The game company where the beta test would take place was located at the southern tip of Silicon Valley, San Francisco, while the Switch event was held in LA, so I had to adjust my travel plans.

I took solace in the fact that it wasn’t far.

Initially, I had planned to move east to catch a glimpse of the gambling city, Las Vegas, and the majestic Grand Canyon, but now those plans changed overnight.

Instead of heading east inland, we were going to a port city in the northwest.

Not being able to visit those two locations was disappointing, but there would be future opportunities.

If I felt really bummed about it, I could take a couple of months off just to enjoy American tourism. It’s not like I’m short on funds.

If the Molbu heard this, they’d freak out… but really, when else would I get such a chance?

Thus, even though our destination suddenly changed on the road to San Francisco, Si-young didn’t bat an eye.

We had made the travel decisions based purely on my circumstances, effectively altering our tourist route. That must have been tough for someone traveling with me.

I opened my mouth, thinking about how awful that was, but she immediately responded firmly.

“I came as your assistant, so it’s fine.”

“But I still feel a bit guilty…”

The destinations within the U.S. were decided together. It was “It would be fun to go here” and “I wanted to visit this place at least once.”

I often brought it up, but Si-young had to have secretly agreed too.

Still, hearing her say this made me feel a bit more at ease.

“And as for San Francisco… well, it’s actually fine.”

She said it was fine, and it wasn’t until we arrived in San Francisco that I understood the meaning behind those strange words.

More precisely, it was when Si-young, suddenly quiet in LA, guided me like a local toward somewhere.

“What is this…?”

Instead of heading to a hotel, Si-young walked into a residential area, wandering around a specific area a few times before stopping in front of a house.

I looked at her, expecting an explanation, and she hesitated before speaking up.

“…This is the house I lived in for a bit when I was young.”

“When you were young?”

“I lived here for a few years during elementary school…”

Wait, was she a foreign student? Now that I think about it, she did understand English surprisingly well. And her pronunciation was great too.

She’s not the type to share much about herself, so the more we spend time together, new aspects of her start to reveal themselves.

Turns out, Si-young is quite a high-caliber person beyond my imagination.

She speaks English well, edits like a pro, is tall, strong, and even works through sleepless nights just for editing… Should I even have someone like her as my employee?

While pondering this, Si-young found the backmost plant pot by the front door and fished out a key.

And she opened the front door. With a creak, the door swung open as though welcoming a long-lost guest.

“Um… is it really okay to just walk in like this?”

Knowing the key’s location and coming in like it’s her own home… does she have relatives or parents who own this?

The whole neighborhood looked affluent; owning a house here would mean you’re quite wealthy…

“Actually, this house is under my name.”

“Huh?”

“So, you don’t need to worry. Just think of it as visiting a friend’s house and make yourself at home.”

With a bewildered expression, I slowly followed Si-young inside.

It felt like no one lived there for a long while; there was no trace of life at all. According to Si-young, the family uses it somewhat like a base when they visit, but they hadn’t come here lately.

A fireplace. A comfy chair. Stairs leading to the second floor. A long dining table big enough for several people.

As I gazed at this house I’d only seen in American movies and dramas, which Si-young owned, I stifled the questions bubbling inside me.

Why was she working as my editor, precisely? If she owned a house overseas, it implied she came from a wealthy family that wouldn’t need to work.

It was ironically strange that while she owned property here, she was living on rent back in Korea.

Si-young – incredibly wealthy. Owns a home in San Francisco.

With that thought scribbled down in my mental notebook, I continued to explore the mysterious house.



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