I Became a Malicious Streamer

Streamer Mollru, I Ji-eun’s family consists of a total of four members.

First, there’s Lee Jang-hoon, the kind head of the Lee Family who passed down the surname ‘I’ to Ji-eun.

Next is Kwon Seong-hye, the mother. Despite having two daughters, she’s recognized as a formidable career woman with the reputation of being an iron lady in the company.

Her only flaw, or rather, trauma, is that her relationship with her eldest daughter Ji-eun has become irreparably strained. However, recently, their mother-daughter relationship has returned to normal, and her condition has improved.

Then we have the eldest daughter, I Ji-eun, who broadcasts under the name Mollru.

Every day she updates her legend and creates unprecedented records in the online broadcasting world, experiencing a peak that has lasted since the beginning of her career.

Finally, there’s the second daughter, I Ji-yeon. She successfully entered a prestigious university, impressing those around her.

Among relatives, she’s regarded as the model student, the daughter who excels academically, and a source of pride for the family.

Thus, the Lee family, of which Ji-eun is a part, consists of remarkable individuals who cannot help but draw attention.

Whenever there’s a dull moment, the topic of Ji-eun’s family often comes up on other tables.

“How’s Ji-eun doing these days?”

The one who brought it up was a middle-aged man. He took a bite out of the apple placed on the table, glancing across at the girl sitting opposite him.

Opposite him sat a youthful girl who still hadn’t shed her student appearance. She frowned, absorbed in something as her hands moved busily.

What she held in her hands was a smartphone, and the reason she was scrunching her face while moving her fingers swiftly was that she was playing a control-intensive game.

However, her fingers, which had been moving deftly, slipped and went slip-.

“Oh no!”

The phrase “Game Over” flashed across the screen in an instant. It was akin to walking on thin ice from the start.

A mode where even a slight mistake is intolerable, resulting in an immediate game over. This young girl had chosen a merciless difficulty.

“Ugh, I died because of you, Dad.”

The girl pouted as she looked at her father, who casually swallowed the bite of apple and opened his mouth again.

“What did I do to make you lose?”

“You suddenly talked to me… It broke my concentration.”

“I only said one sentence.”

That single sentence was enough to distract the girl from her usual unimportant conversations, ruining her focus.

She briefly analyzed her defeat, lamenting, when her father mentioned a name.

“How about Ji-eun unni? She seems to be doing well on her broadcasts… I haven’t seen her face in ages. I want to see her. When I contacted Ji-yeon unni, she said we’ll only see each other during the holidays. Should I contact aunt instead?”

The girl’s name was Kwon Ji-soo. She’s a passionate fan of streamer Mollru and one of the few who knows all about her cousin’s personal information.

The reason was that Ji-soo was related to Ji-eun as cousins. She couldn’t possibly forget the face she’d seen every holiday. In fact, what surprised Ji-soo the most was when she first saw Ji-eun’s face on camera and was utterly stunned.

Afterward… let’s just say her fan spirit was reignited. Ji-soo, who had always been interested in games and internet broadcasts, found it impossible to dislike the Mollru who revealed her face.

Even if she was her cousin. And so, Ji-soo became just another dedicated fan of her cousin who was an online broadcaster.

“How long has it been since I last saw Ji-eun?”

“At least three years? Since things got awkward between her and aunt, we haven’t seen each other during the holidays.”

Yet despite being such a devoted fan, Ji-soo had never met Mollru in real life. She was merely relying on memories and faint recollections of the old face.

Ji-eun had started broadcasting, and Ji-soo had never seen her since.

She’d always verified her appearance just through her phone and computer.

“I really want to see her.”

The middle-aged man mused while stroking his mustache.

What can I say, he was Kwon Sang-tae, Ji-soo’s father and the younger brother of Kwon Seong-hye, I Ji-eun’s mother.

Kwon Sang-tae had witnessed his sister’s hardships since he was young. From start to finish, he didn’t miss a single detail.

He’d heard he would have a happy marriage, raise kids with his brother-in-law, and lead a blissful life, but those dreams felt almost barren at times.

He had to watch as Kwon Seong-hye turned into a shell of her former self. It was a trying time when she was nearly at her lowest.

Then came the time she adopted Ji-eun, and his sister restored her spirit. Just watching her get back up again filled him with immense joy.

When she later had a second daughter, Kwon Ji-yeon, he felt entirely reassured.

He believed that there would be no further issues. Both his brother-in-law and sister were good people, and their family seemed destined for eternal peace. Or so he thought.

“I never expected the rift between Ji-eun and her would happen…”

He never imagined that issues would arise simply because Ji-eun wasn’t biologically related. When he later heard from his sister, it turned out that it wasn’t merely an issue of biology.

It was just a matter of years of unaddressed grievances that had blown up between them.

After that, he couldn’t see his niece’s face and just had to watch his sister’s suffering like before.

With age, she looked even more pitiful and miserable than before.

But hearing that the two have recently restored their relationship filled his heart with happiness.

Seeing Kwon Seong-hye’s lined face light up brought joy to Kwon Sang-tae’s mood.

Since then, they’ve intended to gather for a meal together, but it seemed everyone was too busy, making it hard to see each other’s faces.

“Just watch the broadcast. I even installed the app for you.”

In the end, that was their only option. Indeed, when he opened the app his daughter suggested, his adorable niece was live streaming ardently.

Leading a few people who were fondly watching her, she played a game that was dizzying for Kwon Sang-tae to follow.

The screen flipped and moved erratically, transitioning in the blink of an eye. The level of control was something beyond what he’d just seen his daughter struggle with, leaving him in awe.

“Wow…”

“Dad, wow? That’s a weird thing to say!”

“I’m just repeating what you always say…”

Kwon Sang-tae felt wronged. After all, he merely echoed the words his daughter often mumbled while watching her broadcasts.

At first, he couldn’t grasp what “wow” or “lit” meant, but now it rolled off his tongue without thought.

Occasionally, when such phrases slipped out in meetings with employees, it felt somewhat like a downside, but he didn’t view the situation negatively.

Because, really, doesn’t it feel a bit fresh? Is the term trendy nowadays?

Unlike those stuck-up folks who can’t embrace change, he, at least, was still trendy and even corrected his speech to adapt to the new culture.

“Ugh… that’s awful.”

Of course, his daughter seemed a bit grossed out by his expressions. But that was quite the age for it, so he decided to cut her some slack. After all, during adolescence, kids tend to lock their doors and avoid talking to their parents.

Considering that extreme case, having a daughter who shares her interests and talks with him felt really precious.

“So, what’s this game about?”

“Umm… Arabian Slayer? From just the name, it doesn’t seem that famous, but Ji-eun unni plays a variety of games.”

“She sure has a lot of skills.”

Kwon Sang-tae said as he watched Mollru’s enemies fall like flies from her skilled swordplay.

“Was Ji-eun always good at games? Didn’t she used to only focus on studying?”

“Umm… kinda? I never saw her play games. I watched her play, but she never played herself; didn’t look too interested in it anyway.”

“But look, turns out she has a knack for games and got into broadcasting!”

“Yeah, her personality seems a bit different too. I’ll definitely ask her about it when I see her.”

As his daughter boasted about uncovering a behind-the-scenes story, Kwon Sang-tae half-listened and concentrated on the screen.

The dazzling gameplay amidst the flowing blood, whether focused or just tranquil, her expression remained calm.

As he observed her face closely, Kwon Sang-tae thought,

‘She seems to have become even prettier than before.’

Her beauty had undoubtedly ripened. She didn’t even seem to wear much makeup to achieve such a look.

Kwon Sang-tae was keenly aware of beauty attributes, given his profession.

‘It’s a shame she’s wearing a mask.’

He pondered how he could bring it up. Feeling a slight bitterness, he thought,

‘She’d be perfect in the acting industry, really.’

Kwon Sang-tae, Ji-eun’s uncle and the head of a renowned entertainment agency, found himself musing about his niece’s potential.

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