Chapter 63: Crew (2)

Unfortunately, our house didn’t have a capsule for guests.

Our place wasn’t as spacious as Dong-su hyung’s house, and since I lived with Jin-hyuk, we didn’t have room for an extra capsule.

So, we had only one option.

“Oh, Chan-sik is here?”

“Yes, boss.”

Luna Capsule Room.

It had plenty of capsules and broadcast modules installed, making it the perfect place for a joint broadcast.

Moreover, the boss had given us a 100-hour free usage coupon at the drinking party last night, so there was no reason not to come.

Ah, and there was one additional change.

The boss had started speaking to me casually.

Apparently, he liked me quite a bit and said he’d think of me as a son from now on.

What a generous person.

The boss draped his arm over my shoulder as we entered the capsule room and smiled broadly.

I could feel the boss’s solid arm through my neck.

I mean, how can someone who plays games all day have such fierce muscles?

“Chan-sik.”

“Yes.”

“No matter how much I like you, my daughter is still… you know? Why did you two come in together this morning?”

The boss laughed heartily, but the rough breath that accompanied his words made my mind go blank.

I needed to be really careful.

If I got tangled up with Na-young, today would be my last day.

“Ah, I came with Na-young to play League of Storm…”

“You’re the same age, why are you talking so formally?”

“Sorry?”

“Speak comfortably with each other.”

“We were waiting for the right moment. Thanks, Dad.”

“Alright, dear. Play games in moderation!”

“Okay!”

The relationship between the father and daughter always seemed good, which was heartwarming. The boss gave Na-young a big smile.

Then he lightly clenched his fist at me and quietly left the room.

I had already escaped death twice today just by coming here.

Wiping off the cold sweat, I slowly approached the capsule.

I checked the time. Noon.

Since it wasn’t my usual broadcast time, I thought it would be nice to just play three quick matches.

Actually, today was a day I had announced I’d take off from streaming.

Just turning on the broadcast would make the Evil Gang ecstatic.

Moreover, according to my earlier check, there weren’t many streamers broadcasting at this time.

In other words, it was the perfect time to take advantage of an empty house.

Not that I was desperate for viewers to the point of exploiting an empty house, but it wouldn’t hurt.

“Ahem.”

“Should I lock my mouth today? Since you’re broadcasting…”

“Uh… Na-young?”

Speaking casually suddenly felt a bit awkward, but Na-young seemed unaffected.

“Why?”

“My broadcast isn’t as calm as others, you know that, right?”

“Even if it’s not you, if someone else curses, viewers might not like it…”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“No, they’d actually prefer you doing it over me.”

That was a given for our proud Evil Gang.

I looked at Na-young confidently.

“Feel free to go all out.”

The viewers would definitely prefer that.

Na-young nodded, her slightly darkened expression brightening.

“I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks!”

I was the one who was more grateful.

With that, Na-young entered the capsule, and I also got into the capsule with the streamer module installed.

I naturally opened Twipod’s dashboard and immediately started the broadcast.

Was it because I had announced the day off in advance?

The number of viewers was rising a bit slower than usual.

But the intensity of the chat was as strong as ever.

-What’s this, lol

-Didn’t you say no broadcast today!

-Bro! Did you trick us on purpose? So cheeky! Sit down right now!

-Lunch break… You turned it on so we could watch while eating a triangle kimbap in the bathroom…

-As expected, our only villain.

-A true broadcaster who streams even on his day off, lol

“Hey, it’s Sunday. Take it easy on the concept.”

-ㅠㅠI’m serious though.

-I’m on weekend duty today too…

-ㅠㅠ

-Me too…

Haa.

It was still early in the broadcast, so the trolls were quite mild.

I gave a fresh smile to those diligently playing the sympathy card in the chat.

“Yeah, I know you’re all unemployed. Watching the broadcast while scratching your crotches in bed?”

Maybe that was too harsh.

Anyway, I quickly addressed the viewers to calm the chat down.

“Today’s broadcast won’t be long. Maybe three hours? I’ll play a bit and then rest in the evening, so just keep that in mind. I turned on the broadcast because I was bored. Oh, and today, we have a special guest.” �

The mention of a guest heated up the chat.

For a moment, there was a heated debate about the guest.

People really argued over the most trivial things. Don’t they have anything better to do?

Meanwhile, was starting, and some viewers who were discussing the guest grumbled.

They mocked it as “League of Storm” again, but I knew their nature all too well.

Even if they said they didn’t like it, they’d love it once I started playing.

I didn’t know why they hid their true feelings while clearly enjoying me playing League of Storm.

[‘CanICurseNaYoung’ has invited you to a party.]

Na-young, who had logged in earlier, sent me an invitation, and as I accepted it, a new party member appeared in the waiting room.

Seeing her face, the viewers soon realized who today’s guest was and started celebrating.

-Pretty girl!!!!

-Yeah!!!

– Finally using the cheat key, lol.

– But aren’t they spending the weekend together? What’s going on?

– So cringeworthy, pretending to be a couple, lol.

– Oppa! Who the hell is that girl? Tell us quickly!

– Na-young on

Despite wearing the basic outfit of League of Storm, her radiant beauty was undeniable.

I looked at her and spoke softly.

“Say a word to our viewers, Na-young.”

“Hello? Last time…”

“Not that. Why are you acting so formal between players?”

“Can I really do that?”

“Of course!”

– When did they start talking casually to each other again?

– What’s going on?

– Are they dating?

– But what’s ‘that’? You’re making us so curious.

– Hey, Lee Na-young. Come here and do ‘that.’

I showed Na-young the viewers’ reactions, and she took a deep breath.

Then, she delivered the ‘thing’ the viewers had been eagerly waiting for without holding back.

“Nice to meet you, you f***ing otakus.”

Her successful first greeting.

I had anticipated this and had already set the broadcast to ‘tough broadcast’ mode today.

I was probably the only one in Twipod Korea who set a tough broadcast mode and started streaming in the middle of the day.

The viewers reacted enthusiastically to Na-young’s fresh greeting, with some genuine perverts chiming in.

The Evil Gang.

Among them, there was a subgroup known as the ‘Swearing Connoisseurs.’

‘SwearingConnoisseurLeader’ donated 10,000 won!

[Hmm, it’s been a while since I’ve tasted such a unique flavor. Looking forward to today’s broadcast, our villain, pretty girl.]

Just one curse, and the donations started pouring in.

Na-young, who was watching this, furrowed her brows as if she couldn’t understand.

I had gotten used to it over time, but the chat must still be repulsive to Na-young.

But to become a member of my crew, she needed to endure this much.

I grinned at Na-young.

“It’s okay. They’re actually quite nice once you get to know them.”

“Really?”

“Of course! They never mess with parents. They know how to act gentlemanly.”

Thus began Na-young’s serious adaptation to the Evil Gang.

I hoped she could endure it well.

If it’s Na-young… she’ll manage, right?

4.

“Na-young, I’m really sorry.”

“No, mid! I told you mid has no spells!”

Was this how Seong-sin felt when he was thoroughly beaten by Na-young before?

I queued for a normal game of League of Storm with Na-young, and unfortunately, I ended up in the jungle.

We had team voice chat off and only our duo’s voice chat on.

Had it been five minutes since the game started?

The chat was already in a festive mood.

The viewer count, which seemed to be increasing slowly, skyrocketed in an instant, surpassing 20,000.

The viewer count kept rising every second, and the intensity of the chat had reached an uncontrollable level.

The audio was incredibly lively for just two people talking.

Na-young was taking more of the broadcast spotlight than I had expected.

“The enemy jungler has already ganked mid twice.”

“Going twice in five minutes means you’re an easy target, doesn’t it? It’s because you keep pushing the lane.”

“You say you’re a master player. Shouldn’t you be anticipating ganks and preparing counter-ganks?”

At this point, it was hard to tell if it was a persona or genuine.

Na-young answered in a shameless and confident tone.

– Hahaha

– Our villain was actually bullied by her, lol.

– Thought she only bullied Seong-sin…

– This woman… she’s something!

– A silver player catching a master.

Maybe I was raising a tiger cub.

In the game, Na-young was completely different from her real-life self.

It was like she had summoned another persona, playing the game very aggressively.

It had already been over seven minutes, and Na-young had three deaths.

Usually, that would make her a great sinner.

But her silver tongue was enough to turn a great sinner into a freedom fighter.

“The enemy ace is ganking properly, but our jungler is just playing an RPG all day. Ugh, it’s so frustrating. The ace must endure!”

At this point, I had no intention of winning the game.

Playing as a jungler myself, I understood why Seong-sin had trauma after that day.

This level of spiciness.

It was like an unrefined capsaicin crystal.

Rough and crude, but it had plenty of potential.

And the crystal’s shape was beautiful, which was a huge charm point.

The Evil Gang had a male-dominated audience.

They laughed even when I cursed at them, so they’d be ecstatic when Na-young did it.

And was it because it was a normal game?

Honestly, losing didn’t feel that bad.

I had been overly immersed in games due to streaming.

How long had it been since I played without the burden of winning?

Even though I was taking harsh criticism from Na-young as I roamed the jungle, I found it endearing as it was her official debut.

I could be lenient with Na-young, my new crew member.

As I was leisurely jungling while listening to Na-young’s voice, an allied top laner who had died three times without any interference from the enemy jungler, typed in chat.

– PulledOutEnterKey: What is our jungler even doing? Our lanes are being pushed, and you’re just peacefully jungling? Aren’t you going to gank?

Hmm.

A long message.

Even in a normal game, people were so impatient.

Considering he died solo and then blamed me, there was no need to respond.

Wasting emotions on a player overly immersed in a normal game was a luxury…

– CanICurseNaYoung: Who are you to curse our butcher?

…Na-young?