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As in any industry, it is quite difficult to go from the realm of hobbies to the realm of full-time work in areas that are easy to enter.
This is true for web novel authors, professional gamers, YouTubers, and internet broadcasters.
People who are satisfied with producing results that satisfy them personally will continue to write web novels with an average of 10 views, enjoy games even if their game rank is low, and turn on broadcasts even if there aren’t many viewers.
But people are not satisfied with this and always challenge themselves to go full-time.
Didn’t the media report that these jobs make a lot of money?
Moreover, it’s a job where you can just click on a computer at home, not going out to a company or using your body!
As everyone does, they challenge with the thought, ‘If it’s that level, I can succeed too!’, but eventually they are frustrated because they can’t escape the realm of hobbies.
In the era of internet broadcasters flooding in like a tidal wave.
Swept up in that era, there was a person who turned on the broadcast again today.
“Well, that’s it for today. Thanks for watching~”
A woman who broadcasts on a streaming platform called Twitch.
Befitting the nickname ‘Osorin’, a cute picture of a badger in animal pajamas decorated the screen.
-Already ending?
-See you next stream
-Where are you going, where are you going, where are you going
-O Bye(Meaning Osorin Bye)
“I’ve been broadcasting for a long time today. It’s already been 5 hours……. Is it dawn already?”
As she spoke with a slightly tired look, the gradually rising chat showed various reactions.
The average number of viewers is around 100.
Among them, less than half were chatting, so she was familiar with the nicknames of the chatters.
-Are you coming tomorrow then?
-Tomorrow is a regular day off
-Are you abandoning us?! Are you abandoning us?!
“What do you mean abandon? You all know that tomorrow is my regular day off. I have to live my real life too.”
-A small streamer… taking a day off?
-You have… a real life?
-Please go outside, guys
Seeing the chat rising tick tick, it was time to say goodbye and press the end broadcast button.
Among the rising chats, a nickname I had never seen before caught my eye.
-Hello
“Ah, Dancing Raccoon, hello. Nice to meet you.”
-A newbie viewer came, are you leaving!
-Do more broadcasting!
-If you extend now, you’ll be a god
“I’m sorry to the person who just came, but I’m about to turn off the broadcast. I’m really sorry, I’ll turn on the broadcast again the day after tomorrow, so please come again then!”
-Boo
-It’s newbie exclusion, boo
-That’s bad manners
-So we were just for enjoyment
-That’s true
“Geez! Okay, I’m really turning it off. See you the day after tomorrow, bye!”
Saying that, she pressed the end broadcast button.
Even though the broadcast was turned off, the chat was still rising, but soon the speed decreased and it disappeared completely.
Only then did she lean back in her chair with a small sigh.
“Sigh…, I don’t want to work….”
It was a part-time job that she only did three times a week, but she didn’t want to work just the same.
If she made a lot of money, it would be fine, but since she only works 14 hours a week , her salary is not that much.
Originally, she wanted to live a life of luxury with the money she earned from broadcasting, but it was not as easy to make money from broadcasting as she thought.
She also challenged herself to go full-time with a light heart, but she stopped at an ambiguous position where she made slightly less than the minimum wage.
That said, she couldn’t give up and do something else because 100 regular viewers were waiting for her broadcast.
Unable to easily let them go, she turned on the broadcast again today.
But now the wall of reality was too close.
‘Should I really quit now……’
She was embarrassed to turn on the cam, so she made a character like many broadcasters did.
She was confident in her broadcast tension and wit, so she thought she would quickly rise and settle down.
But no matter how fun the broadcast is, it’s meaningless if no one comes in.
After being pushed to the bottom by the pouring number of broadcast channels, for several months.
Seeing the channels around her gradually disappear, she often felt like she should do the same.
While she was thinking about that, the alarm in the upper right corner lit up red.
She thought someone she had set a broadcast notification for had turned on their broadcast, but when she checked, it was a message sent to her.
Sometimes viewers would send a message saying they did a good job even after the broadcast ended, so she read the message as usual.
But this time it wasn’t that kind of message.
“They want to use my broadcast content for YouTube?”
What does this mean.
I wondered if an editor was looking for a job, but it wasn’t that kind of content.
It was really asking if they could use my videos and upload them to their personal YouTube.
Do they want to make a fan video?
Come to think of it, the nickname was familiar.
Dancing Raccoon….
It’s the nickname I saw right before the end of the broadcast, isn’t it?
Did they chat for the first time to say this?
‘Even among the viewers who didn’t chat, there was someone who liked it enough to make a fan video.’
Somehow she was moved, and she was ashamed of herself for thinking about quitting until a while ago.
‘Yeah, there are people who like it, I can’t do this.’
With that determination, she read the message again.
A message asking if they could take the videos I broadcasted, edit them in a fun way, and upload them to YouTube.
Of course, they said they would never upload videos that I didn’t permit or videos that damaged the image.
And if I didn’t want it, they would take down all the uploaded videos.
‘I don’t really care…….’
People who watch YouTube may be interested and come to the live broadcast.
For that reason, she also wanted to open a personal YouTube, so she studied editing, but she realized that she had no talent for such things and focused only on live broadcasting.
‘If there is revenue, we will share it as you wish.’
Reading that, she chuckled.
‘Who would watch a YouTuber of a broadcaster who only has 100 viewers. Revenue is too much.’
For that reason, or because her self-esteem had been lowered due to continued stagnation, she didn’t care what happened.
She pressed the sender’s nickname and wrote a reply message.
[Thank you for your message. As a fan, I am happy that you would like to create a video of me. As long as you indicate my channel and source in the video, I have no objections.
And you don’t have to worry about the revenue. I am grateful for your thought alone. Then please make many fun videos!]
When I pressed the send button, the loading icon spun around and the [Send Complete] message appeared.
After confirming that it was sent successfully, she turned off the computer and stretched her stiff body.
“Ugh, kkeueueuk…. Then, shall I sleep now.”
“2
I have to go to my part-time job tomorrow, so I should sleep around now.
Of course, I’ll probably only get 5 hours of sleep as usual because I’ll be on my phone in bed.
Ring-
She was working part-time at a convenience store, and after finishing inventory, she was about to eat an expired lunch box while there were no customers.
When she turned on her smartphone screen to watch the broadcast, the Twitch app gave a notification.
“Ah, that person from yesterday.”
This time, it was a message from the same person as yesterday, Dancing Raccoon.
Messages, unlike messages, often couldn’t be checked right away, so it was common to reply more than a day later.
She thought so too, so she opened the message and was surprised.
“They uploaded the video, so they want me to watch it?”
Isn’t it too fast?
I gave permission just this morning………
Ah, did they say they made the video in advance?
Since the video was already made, they could upload it right away.
Having convinced herself, she entered the YouTube link sent by message.
The YouTube app turned on and went straight to the video.
A fresh video that was just uploaded, with no comments, likes, or even views counted yet.
She watched the video with a little anticipation.
And.
“Huh…?”
As soon as she saw the first 10 seconds of the intro, a dumbfounded sound came out of her mouth.
‘This is yesterday’s broadcast!’
Contrary to her expectation that she had edited a broadcast from a long time ago in advance, the uploaded video was from yesterday’s broadcast.
How did they make it so quickly?
Did they stay up all night to make it?
While she was thinking that, the video continued to play.
And her mouth couldn’t even think about closing.
‘The quality is crazy…. They made this in one day?’
It hasn’t been long, but she had studied video editing a little.
She could feel to some extent how great the effects and techniques used in this video were.
Her broadcast video was reborn with a quality that was impossible to see on a personal YouTube channel.
It’s a strange feeling that’s hard to describe.
‘The quality is crazy, but above all…. It’s fun….’
It’s not just the quality of the video that’s amazing.
Not only did it condense a whopping 5 hours of video into just 10 minutes, but everything was packed in.
At the same time, the overall flow of the broadcast was understood, and it highlighted my funny points that I didn’t even know about.
Simply put, it’s just incredibly fun.
“Haha…, what is this.”
Just yesterday, she was seriously thinking about quitting broadcasting.
She immediately dropped the thought, but she never imagined that the person who made her make that resolution was such a talented person.
Is this what they call a godsend?
‘No, there are far more people doing YouTube than live broadcasts. Will there be people watching….’
Worry once again consumed her.
Even if she allowed YouTube videos for promotional purposes, it’s meaningless if no one watches them.
Moreover, it was even more heartbreaking that someone’s effort for me would be wasted.
‘If I was a big company, I would have hired them as an editor right away…?’
It was just regrettable.
Clang-
“Welcome.”
She greeted the customer who came into the convenience store with a slightly heavy heart.
Of course, customers come in when I try to eat.
It’s a big deal.
Is this even possible?
Is this for real?
Really?
I rubbed my eyes, washed my face, took a cold shower, and looked again, but it was the same.
No, the numbers went up even more.
“Is this real….”
The YouTube video went viral.
Views 430,241
Likes 1.4k
Comments 207
It went insanely, crazily viral.
-Hi I came from YouTube.
-Fresh streamer found!
-Be my little streamer!
Be terraformed, you handful of fans
-How could such a talent be hidden in a place like this?
-Hi
[Uwaaa…. Everyone, wait a minute. The chat is too fast! CoffeeIsMedicine, FrenchFriesLover, ToiletPaperRoll, hello! I, I’ve never read a chat this fast before, I’m sorry!
YoureASolo, NoseInButtLick, FurryFurryFurry, BrokenClock, hello! Nice to meet you! Ahhh, the chat is being pushed!]
She read each of the massive amounts of chat, almost becoming a rapper as she greeted them.
Seeing her flustered, I licked my lips.
Hmm.
Delicious.
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