[Abolish the bail system…]
Yura casually clicked, deleting the bail clause.
Though only a few words vanished, her expression was one of someone cured of a decade-long gastritis.
‘But she shouldn’t be deleting it like that.’
‘Just as I thought.’
The chat window was ablaze.
[Me]
[Lock]
[Me]
[Lock]
[Down with dictatorship…!]
[So Yura was that kind of person… Could that be why certain colors appear so often… *Gag*!!!]
[Me]
[Lock]
[Booooo]
[Dictator Yura, resign! Resign!]
[🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥]
[🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥]
[Revolution… We need a revolution… The revolution that ignited France…!]
[🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥]
[Ah, has that time finally come, the time to slay Yura…]
[Bring back bail! Bring it back!]
[🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥]
Even a quick glance at the chat window was enough to make one dizzy.
This was the viewers’ sentiment towards Yura at the moment.
Yura, unable to conceal her bewilderment, hastily offered what was less an excuse and more an awkward rationalization.
[No, it’s not that I’m trying to change things arbitrarily…]
[Not changing things arbitrarily…?]
[Casually changing it, then ???: ‘I’m not changing it arbitrarily!’]
[Yura, you’re so sly, Yura.]
[Oh, I heard the rumors and came! Is this really the hottest place these days?]
However, there was no way the viewers would buy it.
‘Hmm…’
‘Is it all just going to burn down like this?’
Rustle.
Watching the chat window erupt in flames, I bit into a potato chip.
Not popcorn.
Potato chips.
I emphasized it because it was important.
As I munched on potato chips, watching the fiery scene unfold.
‘Ah.’
‘I should go get some milk.’
My mouth had grown dry.
I distinctly remembered putting the milk I bought from the mart earlier into the refrigerator.
Pulling out the cool milk from the fridge.
I took a long, satisfying gulp.
Ahhh.
Honestly, I believe milk pairs better with sweet potatoes than soda.
After a brief taste of heaven.
I returned to my seat.
Drrrk.
I dragged the mouse.
I checked to see if anything had changed while I was briefly away.
The chat window was still unnecessarily ablaze.
[I’m revising the rules because there have been cases of people abusing them.]
Yura was sweating profusely.
‘Oh dear.’
I rested my chin in my hand, pondering.
‘Should I offer advice via a sponsorship?’
‘Should I speak up?’
‘Or not?’
Broadly speaking, what the viewers desired wasn’t the revival of the bail system.
They were simply using the rule change as an excuse to tease Yura.
The problem was that Yura’s options for dealing with the situation were extremely limited.
The first was to act boldly.
Something like, ‘So what? It’s my broadcast, what are you going to do about it?’
However, this could easily land Yura in the ‘Controversies’ section of the World Tree Wiki, so she likely wouldn’t do it.
The second was to back down.
‘I was wrong, so everyone please stop.’
Bowing her head in this manner was probably the best course of action.
Even if a controversy arose later, she could resolve it by having apologized in advance.
‘Now, Yura, how will you resolve this situation?’
Crunch.
I bit into another potato chip, watching Yura’s choice unfold.
And Yura…
[Are you all dissatisfied?]
Beyond my expectations.
No.
She resolved it in a completely different way than I had imagined.
[Then, first, become stronger than me, and then we can talk.]
[???]
[?]
[????]
[???????]
The moment viewers simultaneously displayed question marks in their minds.
[Stream Title: Salty? What are you going to do if you’re salty?]
Yura changed her stream title.
And that was like pouring oil on a fire.
It was Yura’s way of injecting provocative elements purely for the sake of the broadcast.
What kind of streamer would try to pick a fight with their viewers?
Such a mad broadcaster shouldn’t exist in the streaming industry.
They definitely shouldn’t have…
But here she was.
While the viewers spiraled into a mental breakdown.
I laughed.
Leaning back in my chair.
