Chapter 106

[Viewers: 25,000]

For a stream that started after taking a two-day break, the viewer count was incredibly successful.

Maybe it turned out this way because people thought it was the last stream.

“Huh? Oh, I just casually turned on the stream today. I’m planning to do a laid-back chatting stream.”

He didn’t intend to go long—the goal was just to hang out with people.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t hung out when playing games, but there should be days like this where he could just relax.

-Is it right to do this after taking a two-day break?

Even after taking a two-day break, apparently.

-Are you really not going to play For the Murim anymore? Are you really not going to play For the Murim anymore? Are you really not going to play For the Murim anymore?

-You said you’d be our sect leader. You said you’d be our sect leader. You said you’d be our sect leader. You said you’d be our sect leader.

-Just come back please…… We really feel abandoned

-Our game is nice. It doesn’t bite.

The chat was consistently chaotic.

[‘Interpretation’ donated 100,000 won!]

[Turned on to collect money, you bastards. Stop whining and hurry up with donations]

The donations were the same.

A 2 million won donation had blown up earlier, but he hadn’t turned the stream on to collect money.

“Thank you for the donation.”

That’s one thing, but gratitude is gratitude.

Seo-jun leaned back comfortably in his chair, spending time reading the chat and donations.

Meanwhile, it seemed like many interesting things had happened in For the Murim.

First.

[‘Yes’ donated 30,000 won!]

[Is it true that not a single ranker switched to the Demonic Cult? Lol]

-It’s a losing year anyway

-Did anyone really think people would all go to a broken house just because one lucky shot happened? LOL

-It’ll just be the sect leader left T_T

-Third place suits the Demonic Cult perfectly

Such unfortunate but expected news reached him.

[‘Tangso Faction Switching Declaration’ donated 40,000 won!]

[???: Thanks to this one, the Unorthodox faction and Demonic Cult were able to win on the battlefield. Now it seems only one faction is left that can receive this one’s help! So this one is going to take on a new challenge now!]

-LMAO

-The true god of short-term trading

-Didn’t he come to the Demonic Cult because he lost a bet? Why is he talking like he carried them? Lmao

-Selling at the peak and running lol

Ridiculous news also reached him.

That guy definitely looked like he judged that the Demonic Cult had no hope since he probably wouldn’t participate in at least the next battlefield, so he went somewhere else.

Just like him.

He talks weird but makes all the situational judgments accurately.

[‘No Competition for 1st Place’ donated 30,000 won!]

[This battlefield was fun, right?]

-Agreed

-Only for the Demonic Cult probably?

-The Orthodox faction wasn’t fun at all

“Ah. There was also the competition for 1st place.”

Originally, the competition for 1st place was apparently as much of a focus as which faction would win, but Seo-jun had built up reputation so overwhelmingly that it ended without getting any attention.

[‘Why the Demonic Cult Had to Go Crazy’ donated 20,000 won!]

[From the Demonic Cult to roughly the center of the central plains is over 3,500km lol. These guys aren’t crazy for nothing. What evil demonic arts—that distance is more evil]

Oh.

Now that he thought about it, that was true.

Seo-jun clapped once.

“No wonder they were the ultimate strongmen. Getting to the central plains also requires strong stamina.”

He’d learned one important secret of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

-Just what kind of fights have the Demonic Cult brothers been through T_T

-To invade once, you’d have to do the Seoul-to-Busan trip more than 8 times LOL

-But we won the battlefield, so why do you keep making fun of us? It’s annoying

-Because it’s the Demonic Cult!

The viewers communicated by bringing posts from the community and asking Seo-jun questions.

He’d done this casually before streams too, but it was more fun doing it properly like this.

“Alright. So from tomorrow I’ll be playing a different game.”

-We’re just getting our sweetness sucked out and then abandoned? Still, it’s fine. We won…

-T_T

-Still, since the battlefield’s over, upvote if you’ll keep watching the sect leader’s streams lol

-Upvote

-Upvote

-Right. There’s nothing to watch anyway

Reading those wonderfully minded chats with his eyes, Seo-jun said,

“You know what I’m streaming tomorrow, right?”

The announcement was already up.

That tomorrow he’d be doing a collaboration stream with Tae-woo.

Tae-woo doesn’t play For the Murim.

Not because he dislikes the concept… but just because it’s complicated and the barrier to entry is too high.

So viewers might not know, but most people who came to Seo-jun’s streams this far also watched iTube.

In other words.

-Childhood friend fellow streamer collaboration? Can’t resist this lol

-Get ready to open up each other’s dark histories

-How are two friends living together both streamers lmao? Should be lots of funny moments

-Tae-woo is also a pretty big streamer

-Homework stream lol

The reaction seemed good, so that was a relief.

Just because they call it a homework stream doesn’t mean you should handle it like homework.

Advertisements are a major pillar of streamer income.

The MovieSoft advertisement he’d received before was basically for show, so this could really be considered his first proper advertisement.

“Well then, see you tomorrow.”

Just do it like usual.

The advertiser probably made the offer after seeing that performance too.

Though from what he saw at the meeting, they seemed to regret it a lot.

Anyway, just like usual.

* * *

After finishing his stream, Seo-jun didn’t get out of a capsule.

Since he hadn’t gone in at all, he just had to get up from his chair.

Seo-jun caught a whiff of something and smiled slightly.

A delicious smell was wafting from the living room.

Ah.

Late-night snacks after streaming.

“This is insane.”

Is this what life is?

At this new happiness he’d never experienced in his past life, Seo-jun left his room with a serious expression.

On the living room table sat delivered chicken, all by itself.

It seemed like they always ate chicken, but that was even better.

Seo-jun seriously set down a cup, opened the refrigerator to get cola, and gathered utensils.

“Still streaming, I guess.”

Tae-woo seemed to have received the food, put it on the table, then gone back in to stream.

“Should I do some thief-stream?”

Seo-jun turned on Travel on his phone and entered Tae-woo’s stream.

[I’m telling you it’s not like that!]

Tae-woo was shouting as soon as he entered.

Seeing that it wasn’t leaking into the living room, Seo-jun realized the soundproof booth was incredibly effective and wondered if he needed one too.

But what was he saying wasn’t like that?

[No, everyone. I’m still Master tier. Master. Don’t you know that’s the top 0.1%?]

-(Former) Why not add that?

-He keeps going on about lasting one day lmao

-How long are you going to fool us!

-Master appeal lol

Seo-jun had trouble grasping the context since he’d suddenly entered, but he got the gist from Tae-woo’s subsequent words.

[Baggage? Tomorrow I’m going to carry. Just wait and see. I’m also talented, I tell you?]

Since he mentioned tomorrow, he was definitely talking about the collaboration.

Seo-jun immediately picked up his phone and moved his fingers.

-?

His channel VIP chat sparkled with various effects.

It was certainly very visible.

-Seo-jun!

-Hello~

-Just finished watching the stream and came here, but the sect leader’s here too

-Hi Seo-jun

Everyone except the channel owner welcomed him.

[What’s with that question mark? Huh? Say it quickly. What does it mean?]

-LOL

-Everyone else also typed question marks though?

-How ridiculous must your claim to carry have been for the person himself to make an appearance? Lmao

[Are you not going to say anything? I’ll come out to the living room, you know? Huh? Just like that. You’re nothing in real life.]

Tae-woo threw a jab at the camera.

Seo-jun snorted and moved his fingers again.

-lol

[lol? Wow, did you get scared? Everyone, this won’t work. I have to discipline this guy now so I’m ending the stream.]

Yeah, hurry up and come out.

Seo-jun unwrapped the chicken.

Soon the door opened and Tae-woo came out.

“Hey!”

“What.”

The gazes of Tae-woo, who came out of his room, and Seo-jun, who was sitting at the table, met.

“Good job.”

Right, of course.

Tae-woo gave him a thumbs up instead of a jab.

“Thanks to you, I could time my stream ending perfectly.”

“Really?”

“The food gets tasteless when it gets cold, right? You appeared at just the right time and gave me a hint, so you really do have a natural sense for streaming.”

Tae-woo sat down and poured cola into his cup.

“Is that so.”

So that could be considered giving him a hint to end the stream.

“That’s right.”

And he started gulping it down.

Seo-jun made a “go ahead and try more” expression and said,

“So when are you going to discipline me?”

“Cough. Gasp.”

“Good thing you didn’t spill it.”

“Gulp. No, what discipline? We’re friends.”

“Didn’t you say we weren’t friends?”

“When did I ever say that!”

“Before, when you told me that genius method of taking a break on the last day of the battlefield and I said I’d do the same, you said we weren’t friends.”

Tae-woo rolled his eyes like he was trying to remember if such a thing had happened.

Seo-jun wasn’t particularly petty or one to hold grudges.

However, Seo-jun was someone who would edit even nonexistent memories to make situations favorable for himself.

If Seo-jun could recreate nonexistent memories, then existing memories would naturally be summoned immediately.

“Come on. How could we not be friends? Huh? Just think about our school days—how much bread did I buy you?”

“That’s right.”

“That’s the typical proof of friendship, isn’t it?”

A properly established friendship.

Mmm.

Seo-jun nodded and picked up some chicken.

“I always order late-night snacks and when delivery comes, even when I’m the only one streaming, I go out and get it! Huh? Huh?”

Tae-woo seemed to realize his situation while passionately making his case.

He shouldn’t have realized.

Seo-jun quickly answered.

“Right. Thank you.”

“Right? I don’t need to go to the gym and get in the ring tomorrow, right? Right? Seo-jun? We’re friends, so we can’t fight.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Hmm.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Should I go sleep at my parents’ house? You’re not going to come to our house tomorrow morning to wake me up, right?”

After that.

Both of them laughed.

“But what were you and the viewers talking about earlier?”

“The collaboration?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, that. I told them I wouldn’t be your dead weight tomorrow, and they kept picking on me so I gave them a piece of my mind.”

“Really? But isn’t that right?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you can’t properly support me, you’ll literally be dead weight, right?”

“Hey!”

“What.”

“You’re the one who should be supporting!”

“That’s meaningless.”

“Just do it anyway!”

It was truly fortunate that Park Hyuk-soo didn’t know that the two of them still hadn’t decided on roles.