The world of internet broadcasting is a cutthroat red ocean.
From female streamers whose beauty rivals that of idols yet choose the internet, to those who have ascended to the pinnacle of gaming, and others blessed with a comedian’s wit or a knack for crafting compelling content.
With such a wealth of talent already commanding attention, it proves incredibly challenging to carve out a unique ‘reason why viewers should choose to watch me’.
While my gaming prowess is respectable by amateur standards, and I might be considered a ‘clown’ among my friends, my abilities extend no further than that.
I possess no particular talent for content creation, and to top it all off, I am a man.
Indeed, I am a man. This singular fact alone presents an insurmountable obstacle to achieving prominence in internet broadcasting. A fundamental, inherent disparity exists between me and those who effortlessly amass wealth merely by virtue of their gender.
Yet, there is one solitary skill at which I truly excel beyond all others.
“If you don’t want to see this bastard trot out his goddamn League of Legends again because he’s got no content, then upvote? Get out, you son of a b*tch.”
–155688384: LOLOLOLOL
–Haenam Sweet Potato: Congrats on the first ban of the day!
–Sweet Moon: But isn’t it a fact that he brought out LoL because he has no content?
“’Fact,’ you say. Didn’t you spam ‘holding my breath until you play LoL’ last time I streamed a different game? You’re out too.”
Engaging in skirmishes with my viewers.
In that particular arena, I truly possess an unparalleled talent within the realm of internet broadcasting.
My unusual aptitude for it became apparent back when I honed my keyboard warrior skills, not to defend my own parents in the Rift, but rather to ‘slay’ the parents of other players.
Naturally, ‘fighting with viewers’ doesn’t imply a UFC-style brawl; it’s more akin to a WWE match where I hand out one-minute bans.
“Ah, these goddamn bastards talk too much! Just watch me play and fork over your money, you walking wallets!!!”
–Haenam Sweet Potato: LOLOLOLOLOL
–Sweet Moon: As if? LOL
The majority of viewers populating this stream are the very same troublemakers who, after being banned from other channels for their antics, sought out more provocative broadcasts.
As I continually crafted a provocative persona to satisfy the tastes of such individuals, that very image, before I even realized it, transformed into the definitive ‘reason why viewers should watch me’.
****
Thus concluded the day’s broadcast.
As I made my way toward the 24-hour gukbap (TL Note: A Korean soup dish typically made with rice) restaurant near my home.
A screech of tires—followed by a deafening crash!
I had been struck by a truck.
When consciousness finally returned, I found myself in another world.
And what’s more, I had become a woman.
****
‘What the hell is this?’
Being struck by a truck and subsequently transported to another world—yes, I could, somehow, grasp that much. After all, it’s practically a universal law (TL Note: ‘Guk-rul’ is a Korean slang term referring to a widely accepted, unofficial rule or common trope) that getting hit by a truck sends you to an alternate dimension.
But then, holy hell, I’d become a woman?
Not just any woman, but a stunningly beautiful girl?
Alright, let us even concede that point.
No, in truth, I absolutely cannot accept it. It was already tragic enough to die by truck, but to open my eyes and find myself a woman? What utterly insane situation is this?
However, an even more dizzying and perplexing situation unfurled before my very eyes.
–Mom Looks Like a Woman: Oh, it’s a woman.
–Feel-Good Potion: Where do you live, how old are you?
“What in the hell is this damn chat window?”
These bastards, their usernames alone were ominous.
Despite not having initiated any broadcast, a chat window materialized directly before my eyes.
–Pulled Out a Mountain: LOL, check out the instant swearing.
–Feel-Good Potion: Where do you live, how old are you?
“’Where do you live, how old are you’ can get out, you bastard.”
–Feel-Good Potion has been banned.
Seeing that the blocking function worked, I promptly issued a ban. It wasn’t a permanent expulsion, merely a one-minute temporary suspension. Unconsciously, my old broadcasting habits had resurfaced.
–Mom Looks Like a Woman: LOLOLOLOLOLOL
–Plant Love Squad: Wow LOLOLOL
‘What was that?’
The reaction was far from ordinary.
–Pulled Out a Mountain: Wow, look at them swear and ban right away LOL, a legend.
–Mom Looks Like a Woman: Fresh LOL
‘How peculiar.’
Such a display is a commonplace performance among other streamers. After all, if troublemaking viewers who openly stir up discord aren’t banned, they will persist indefinitely.
But was it truly so astonishing to swear and then issue a ban?
–Pulled Out a Mountain: But why don’t you have a weapon?
“Since when did you get to use informal speech, you b*tch? You’re out too.”
–Pulled Out a Mountain has been banned.
I issued a one-minute ban.
–Mom Looks Like a Woman: LOLOLOLOL, banned again.
–Who Cares: LOLOLOLOLOL
I glanced at the viewer count.
There were ten viewers. While attracting such a number for a debut broadcast might seem promising… was this even truly a broadcast?
‘But why are all these bastards’ usernames so bizarre?’
Beside the chat window hovering before my eyes, another screen became visible.
[Zodiac Streaming]
Grow by borrowing the power of the Constellations!
‘What is this? Constellations?’
My mind raced, quickly grasping the situation.
‘So, these viewers are Constellations, and they can help me grow? But why do I need to grow? This might be another world, but it still has computers and seems quite modern, doesn’t it?’
I found myself in a semi-basement studio apartment.
While it differed from my original home, I could discern that this was the dwelling of the body I now inhabited.
A few articles of clothing, a cell phone, an ID card, and a wallet containing cash were present in the apartment, confirming its previous occupant.
In this new world, my name was Park Sohee. Even my broadcast name was listed as Park Sohee.
–Feel-Good Potion: I’m prepared to be banned, but I have one question. Are you a virgin?
“What’s it to you? Get out, you bastard.”
–Feel-Good Potion has been banned.
This bastard, at least, was once again subjected to a one-minute ban.
–Plant Love Squad: Is that important? As long as she’s strong, that’s all that matters.
“You’re out too.”
–Plant Love Squad has been banned.
–Why My Hometown: I saw it, she’s a virgin LOL.
–Why My Hometown has been banned.
A relentless torrent of sexual harassment poured forth. Despite there being only ten viewers, every single one of these bastards proved to be a dedicated troublemaker.
“Hah, everyone. You might find this hard to believe, but I originally lived in another world, and I ended up here after being hit by a truck.”
–Mom Looks Like a Woman: Ah, so that’s the concept?
–Who Cares: Yes~ (Who cares LOL)
Evidently, these bastards didn’t believe a word I said either.
If even these so-called Constellations remain ignorant, then there’s likely no path for me to return.
“Putting that aside for a moment, what was that talk about weapons earlier?”
–Pulled Out a Mountain: Well…
–Don’t Swear: That’s…
–Who Cares: Because~ I’ve told you~
‘These damn troublemaking bastards.’
****
Only after I reiterated my request approximately four times did they finally condescend to explain.
–Pulled Out a Mountain: Gotta hunt monsters, yeah. If you’re a streamer, you absolutely have to be a Hunter.
–Who Cares: If you don’t become a Hunter, divine punishment will fall?
“Divine punishment?”
Upon searching for ‘divine punishment’ on my phone, it appeared such a thing genuinely existed in this world.
I had foolishly imagined that being reborn as a woman would grant me an easy existence, yet it had, in fact, plunged me into an unexpected hard mode.
“Ah… so, where exactly do I acquire weapons? And where is this shop located?”
Fortunately, I did possess some going-out clothes. Although, to call them ‘clothes’ was generous, as there were only a scant few outfits.
‘Don’t women typically own a plethora of clothes?’
There ought to be at least dozens of them. And speaking of which, what precisely became of the original owner of this body?
‘Damn it, I don’t know! I’m on the verge of death myself.’
I was far too disoriented to entertain such thoughts; what concern could possibly override my current predicament?
“Are weapons particularly expensive? I don’t have much money, so I doubt I can afford one immediately…”
–Why My Hometown: What do you mean ‘go out and buy a weapon’? You have to buy it with coins.
–Who Cares: Can’t you see ‘Coin Shop’ on the broadcast screen?
“Ah.”
Above the broadcast management interface, a button prominently labeled [Coin Shop] was visible.
Upon pressing the button, the shop window materialized.
‘The list is quite extensive, indeed.’
The inventory ranged from weaponry—swords, bows, axes, and hammers—to defensive armor, skill books, potions, and even growth scrolls.
“’Broadcast effects’? What in the world is this now?”
[Effect – Fireworks]
Description: Adds a fireworks effect when hitting an enemy (does not deal damage).
Price: 50 Coins
“This isn’t even a game, for crying out loud.”
I proceeded to examine the final category as well, labeled ‘Miscellaneous’.
[Miscellaneous – Low-Grade Random Box]
Price: 10 Coins
[Miscellaneous – Mid-Grade Random Box]
Unavailable for purchase.
[Miscellaneous – High-Grade Random Box]
Unavailable for purchase.
‘Oh? A random box?’
‘Isn’t this precisely the essence of being a broadcaster?’
“Everyone, from these random boxes…”
Before I could even complete the question, ‘…what exactly emerges from them?’, the chat window erupted into a frenzy of activity.
–Plant Love Squad: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
–Who Cares: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
–Why My Hometown: Please don’t do it please don’t do it please don’t do it
–Pulled Out a Mountain: You really can’t do that you really can’t do that please don’t
The chat window, overwhelmed by fervent opposition.
–Feel-Good Potion: The odds for that are absolutely dogshit, you should never buy it. Seriously…
‘Is it that bad?’
–Don’t Swear: It was made to suck up coins from the start, just don’t even look at it, seriously.
–Mom Looks Like a Woman: Didn’t some kid before lose all their money on that and only get trash?
–Feel-Good Potion: Yeah, 500 consecutive pulls, all trash, and they screamed like hell.
‘So, it’s a random box without a pity timer (TL Note: ‘Cheonjang’ refers to a pity timer or guaranteed draw in gacha games, ensuring a rare item after a certain number of failed attempts).’ That’s what this means.
Ding!
–Feel-Good Potion has sponsored 10 Coins!
Oh, a coin sponsorship.
Of course, what broadcast exists without sponsorships?
–Sponsorship Message: First, use this for the beginner set. You’ll die instantly without it.
My money bag. No, my viewer, Feel-Good Potion, had sponsored 10 coins, so I should probably use them, right?
But before that.
“Wow!!! Feel-Good Potion has sponsored 10 coins~!!!”
I had to give a reaction.
–Pulled Out a Mountain: LOLOLOL
–Why My Hometown: Look at that expression change instantly LOL.
–Not an Octopus: Lass. Your. Smiling. Face. Is. Charming. Would. You. Consider. Being. My. Wife?
“If you’re old, get on a jige (TL Note: A traditional Korean A-frame carrier used for carrying heavy loads on one’s back).”
–Not an Octopus has been banned.
First, that last bastard gets a one-minute ban.
–Plant Love Squad: Now THIS is the right kind of reaction. Other guys just bow their heads and say thanks when they get coins, sigh…
–Don’t Swear: Seriously, when someone shows genuine gratitude like this, it makes you want to sponsor them.
‘Just smiling counts as a reaction?’
‘These guys… do they even know what a real reaction is?’
“Since it’s my first sponsorship, I’ll give a thank-you reaction!”
–Feel-Good Potion: ?
–Who Cares: ?
–Plant Love Squad: ?
As the chat window filled with question marks, I moved in front of the wall.
Then, I performed a handstand against the wall.
Perhaps because my body was weaker than before, the handstand was difficult, but I still managed it.
My clothes slid down, revealing my belly button, but that didn’t matter.
“Feel-Good Potion! Thank you for the 10-coin sponsorship!”
I held my arms in front of my forehead, balancing myself.
“I offer a grand bow of gratitude! Thank you, Big Bro!”
Having completed my first reaction, the grand bow, I looked at the chat window.
–Plant Love Squad: ?
The chat window remained frozen, exactly as it was just before I performed the grand bow.
‘Damn it, what’s going on?’
The viewer count was still ten, so why wasn’t the chat updating?
A brief silence fell.
–Mom Looks Like a Woman has sponsored 10 Coins!
–Sponsorship Message: LOL what was that just now???
–Plant Love Squad has sponsored 10 Coins!
–Sponsorship Message: Wow, do it for me too.
–Who Cares has sponsored 10 Coins!
–Sponsorship Message: What I’ve seen until now wasn’t even a reaction LOL.
–Why My Hometown has sponsored 50 Coins!
–Sponsorship Message: This is truly insane LOLOLOL.
A barrage of frantic sponsorship messages flooded in.
In total, I received 130 coins in sponsorships.
“Thank you for the sponsorships! I’ll do the rest of the reactions later.”
–Mom Looks Like a Woman: Wow, a lot of coins gathered.
–Who Cares: Isn’t it rare for someone to get over 100 coins on their first broadcast?
–Why My Hometown: Nah, sometimes guys who used to serve Constellations start streaming.
“Why are you two talking amongst yourselves? Both of you, get out.”
–Who Cares has been banned.
–Why My Hometown has been banned.
No fraternizing in my chat.
–Feel-Good Potion: So, what are you going to buy with the coins?
–Don’t Swear: Growth scrolls before weapons, go go! Specs are more important than items.
–Wheelchair Best Driver: No no, items first, definitely! Item power is really important.
–Don’t Swear: No, you don’t know anything.
–Wheelchair Best Driver: No, f*** you.
–Don’t Swear has been banned.
–Wheelchair Best Driver has been banned.
“You two are out too.”
They’re fighting amongst themselves in the chat, damn it.
–Feel-Good Potion: So, what are you going to buy with the coins? Attempt 2.
“I’m still thinking… but I plan to buy this first.”
[Miscellaneous – Low-Grade Random Box]
Price: 10 Coins
I purchased one Low-Grade Random Box.
As I pressed the purchase and confirm buttons, a box dropped before my eyes.
A box covered in question marks.
–Don’t Swear: They actually bought it.
–Wheelchair Best Driver: This is trash, they actually bought it.
–Why My Hometown: No, they bought this?
The chat quickly filled with messages predicting my downfall. Public sentiment was grim.
“I only bought one, just one! You never know, right?”
First, I appeased the public, then I laid my hand on the box.
The box glowed with a faint light.
“Alright, so, here we go?”
As I opened the lid of the box, light burst forth.
