Chapter 22: Community/SNS/Mail

It’s the last day of my broadcast suspension.

I sat in front of the monitor, pressing my temples.

“What a f*cking mess.”

Three screens were displayed on the monitor in front of me.

One was an internet window showing an online community.

Another was an SNS window.

And the last one was my inbox.

At first, I checked the internet community first.

Half worried, half resigned.

When I searched for content about me in the internet community, there were about a dozen pages of posts.

[Hey, sh*t, anyone can tell she showed it on purpose, LOL.]

[Why didn’t she reveal her cam until now??]

[But isn’t it just because she’s fat and has big breasts?]

[I withdraw all my support for Hiro from now on.]

[If she’d been a hako until now, she’d probably be a boring broadcast that only relied on her ‘milk dispenser’.]

[The streamer feeling the most threatened at this moment. real]

[Hiro<<<I’ve been watching her for a long time, she’s top-tier sexy]

[Wow sh*tㅋㅋㅋㅋ Watching her play games, she’s not even humanㅋㅋㅋㅋ]

‘Milk dispenser,’ what the f*ck.

The thought of there being over 100 of these kinds of posts made my head spin.

Still, just in case, I was reading and capturing them one by one…

[I withdraw all my support for Hiro from now on.]

‘From today, I break away from the support relationship.

Hiro and I become one and the same.

An attack on Hiro is considered an attack on me.’

I didn’t know how crazy it was until I experienced it myself when it was someone else’s problem.

It was surprisingly stressful to think that even the joke posts, not just the sexually harassing ones, were directed at me.

Wow, am I really going to look at, capture, organize, and save all of this one by one?

I guess this is one of the reasons why streamers don’t sue often.

After all, you have to look at all the content you want to sue for at least once.

Just looking at all of this was mentally exhausting.

I almost thought it would be much easier to just ignore it.

In the end, I compromised by only checking the titles that seemed to cross the line among the posts and decided to ignore the rest.

In fact, this was the biggest problem.

Personal message windows were flooded with accounts I’d never seen before.

The funny thing was that even though the people who sent the messages were clearly different, the content was all very similar.

[Can I meet you?]

[Can I rate your face?]

[Hey, can you rate my face, hehe.]

[I want to have a meal with you, please contact me.]

[Have you had s*x?]

[You slt, let me fck you too.]

What the f*ck are these guys thinking while living like this?

I guess I can understand the people who are suggesting dates.

But some people send photos asking for a face rating out of the blue, or send their phone numbers without any preamble…

I don’t think they have the looks to be confident enough to ask for a face rating in the first place, so what’s with that confidence?

I almost wondered if they were planning to sue if I belittled their appearance.

Even the face rating requests are incomprehensible, but looking at messages that are outright sexual harassment made me dizzy.

Seriously, do they think it’s okay to do that?

If they had any sense, how could a human being do that?

My faith in human intelligence and common sense was being mercilessly shattered.

Of course.

This wasn’t the end.

There were separate messages that showed the end of ugliness.

[Hey, have you ever seen a guy’s d*ck?]

[Please rate my d*ck, hehe.]

[I’ll show you what a monster d*ck is.]

[D*ck rating ㄱㄴ?]

[Please give me your impression of what my d*ck would taste like.]

[D*ck ㅍㄱ ㄱ]

These f*ckers even took pictures and sent them.

You’re not human beings, you’re beasts.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate,
I had received such messages occasionally even before revealing my real self, so the shock was less.

But…

It’s a different story when there are dozens or hundreds of them.

I felt like I was going to vomit from the disgust.

I kept pressing the report button.

I couldn’t bring myself to capture them.

I didn’t want to keep that kind of thing.

“Hoo…”

I went into the account settings of SNS and blocked anyone other than friends from sending messages.

I could have done it earlier, but I wanted to leave it as a communication channel in case of emergency.

I could just report the occasional ones and be done with it.

But since it had come to this, the function as a communication channel was no longer meaningful.

After changing the settings on SNS, I finally opened my inbox.

The number of emails I had to read was small, but the weight of each one was significantly different from the community posts or SNS messages.

[Hello, streamer Hiro, this is ‘Raptor,’ an MCN that puts streamers first.]

[Hello, this is YouTuber Eureka. I am inquiring whether I can use your videos in my videos.]

The new emails in my inbox were mainly of two types.

One was an email from MCN, a company that manages and supports streamers, wanting to recruit me.

The other was an email from YouTubers, so-called ‘wreckers,’ who deal with gossip as their main subject, wanting to make a video about me.

I didn’t need to pay much attention to the wrecker YouTube emails.

In most cases, they make it and then notify you afterward.

Even if I say no, they’ll drag it out as much as possible, suck it dry, and then make it private.

Since my case wasn’t a big enough incident to be covered on a large YouTube channel anyway, I decided to just leave it alone.

Now that it had spread this much, there was no point in stopping it anymore.

I didn’t want to say anything to them, as they were in the same position of struggling to run a YouTube channel.

On the other hand, this one was a bit concerning.

The MCN’s recruitment offer.

Legal issues and copyright-related issues were always troublesome, so joining a normal MCN would be quite helpful.

[Hello, streamer Hiro, this is ‘Raptor,’ an MCN that puts streamers first.]

‘Hello, streamer Hiro!

I’m enjoying watching your broadcasts.’

‘Enjoying watching,’ my ass.

I asked them about my broadcast, and they couldn’t even answer properly.

I didn’t expect anything like that anyway.

I quickly scrolled down to the very bottom.

The content above would just be boasting about how good their company is.

The important thing was the story about the contract details.

ㅡㅡㅡㅡ
We will provide legal assistance to the streamer, and
We will distribute the profits with the streamer at a ratio of 7:3ㅡ
ㅡㅡㅡㅡ

Pass.

A new MCN with no name value is going to take 30%?

In this case, 50% are scammers and 50% are ignorant of the world.

Large MCNs can be promoted just by joining them because of the MCN’s name value, so it’s worth considering joining.

But a new MCN is going to take the same as the large MCNs?

They should have some conscience.

Moreover, large MCNs have contracts with proper law firms, so they are good at dealing with legal matters.

And most importantly, they bring in advertisements, so that kind of profit distribution makes sense.

They whine that MCNs can’t be maintained without it, but I want to tell them not to talk bullsh*t.

Originally, a business is supposed to eat into its capital until it gets established.

What kind of business makes a profit as soon as it starts?

Or at least they should bring in a large streamer that everyone knows, even if they have to pay a lot of money, so that they can show that there is a future.

I was annoyed by their greedy attitude of trying to eat without making such an investment.

The problem is that most of the streamers are young friends with no social experience, so they often get tricked into those kinds of places.

They make an unfair contract and become slaves to broadcast, having to earn money for the MCN, and then quit broadcasting.

Such unfortunate cases were not uncommon.

“…Haa.”

After looking at the three screens in front of the monitor again, I sighed again.

There wasn’t a single positive indicator.

The community was full of people sexually harassing, people putting down other streamers using me, and people putting me down in reaction to those people.

SNS was full of people sending malicious messages for their own entertainment and beasts who couldn’t control their lust.

The inbox was full of scammers with fishing rods.

If there was one thing that could be interpreted positively, it was

“Still, I guess it became a hot topic, judging by how f*cked up it is.”

I muttered to myself in the empty house.

Talking to myself was quite helpful in rationalizing things.

“Tomorrow… the broadcast will be a mess, right?”

Thinking about the cases of other broadcasts I’ve seen so far, it was reasonable to think so.

Because it became a hot topic, whether good or bad.

I didn’t know how many people would flock to it, but there would definitely be more than the usual 50 people.

And those people who would flock to it would have no affection for me, but would just be people who were planning to run wild for their own entertainment.

Then
What preparations should I make?

“…”
“Hello?”
“Cha In-a, I need you to manage the chat tomorrow.”