Chapter 52 : Advertising (3)

The games that followed required neither strategy nor intelligence.
They all died at the push of a button on the Minotaur’s chair.

I’m not sure if they didn’t consider balance, or if they applied reality too perfectly.
People in the Middle Ages really fight with swords, but he alone carries all the latest weapons.

“Ah…. This is a ‘security buzzer.’”

And the official name of that ridiculous self-defense weapon is a security buzzer.
You know, the ones kids carry around.

It’s over as soon as he moves his barely mobile arm onto the button.
At that moment, the opponent will turn to ashes.

And our Minotaur seemed to like this more than I thought.
Every single action has a pose and a dedicated line to match.
It’s also a bit like… a dedicated line.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!”

I should have known from the moment he said ‘I’ll ask,’ but the early impact was so strong that I forgot.
The proud smile on his face as he enjoys his lines is truly disgusting.

One hand to his eye. (Of course, it doesn’t go that high.)
The other hand stretched over his shoulder. (It’s buried in the flesh and can’t be seen.)

I’m a little afraid to look at Yena’s chat window.
If they cheer at this, I’ll deny the world.

– Heung…
– I shouldn’t be doing this… this sense of immorality….
– This is…. NTR?

Are their eyes broken, or is the world broken?
I’m starting to fear knowing the truth behind the curtain.

At some point, the prevailing opinion in the chat shifted in the opposite direction from the beginning.
Since they won’t be able to meet anyway, they decided to just enjoy it.

They had no concept of chastity or bonds.
As long as their eyes are pleased and their ears are entertained, anything is OK.
I honestly don’t understand enjoying watching the Minotaur, though.

In this confusing situation, the only consolation is that Yena isn’t making a fuss.
It seems like the person who would always be at the forefront of a riot is thinking differently from the chat window, sitting still, makes me think that she has improved a lot compared to the beginning.

It’s a good thing, really. If she goes on another rampage here, it’s really hopeless, right?
Once Yena’s ad is over, let’s express our gratitude for this.

Knowing that the chat wouldn’t calm down anyway, she just went ahead with her work.
The purpose of this broadcast is to promote this advertised game, and she’ll be more excited about her trip tomorrow.

I envied her a little, for going her own way without caring about the viewers.
Is that broadcast experience?

She finishes the content of the broadcast she wants to do or planned to do that day, no matter what the viewers do.
The problem is that she comes to my room afterward and causes a scene.

Lately, she’s even been reducing her broadcast time to come and instigate things.
Even though my relationships with women are limited, it’s killing me that she’s causing a scene throughout the broadcast with viewers who are just as bad as hers, if not worse.

Besides, looking at her recent broadcasts uploaded on MiTube, it’s all apology broadcasts or streaming my broadcasts.
Still, it’s okay as long as I get used to it from now on, right?

Anyway, it’s amazing how gutsy she is to show only what she wants to show and do only what she wants to do to the people who have gathered to see her.

The rest of the game progressed quickly.
Except for hiring the Minotaur, it wasn’t really any different from other mobile games.

Even after hearing the same or similar explanations for a long time, the viewers weren’t bored.
Rather, they praised and even sponsored, saying it was more substantial than usual content.
It wouldn’t be strange for the smile on Yena’s face to keep getting bigger.

So, I sent Yena a short message out of envy for being acknowledged.
To ask about the process of getting ads, or the return.

‘Super Chat!’

It would have been nice if there wasn’t a loud sound when that phrase appeared.
I didn’t know this feature existed.
I didn’t know there was a system that immediately sends a loud notification along with an alarm when the person who set it up types in chat.

That’s a technique used by female cams for their top sponsors.
Why did you set me up for that when it hasn’t even been a week since I created it?

I don’t usually watch Yena’s broadcast because she’s smug, but if I did…
The moment she finds out that I’m watching her broadcast, she’ll start bragging.

‘Look who it is! Isn’t it Mr. Jung WooSeok, who usually watches my broadcast!’
‘To reach a higher level, it’s natural to follow in the footsteps of our predecessors.’
‘So don’t be shy. That’s the right path.’

She’s that kind of woman.
Along with the Super Chat alarm, the reaction of the bustling chat window became focused on one side.

[Yena, can we talk about advertising after the broadcast ends?]

It sounds like a conversation full of purpose, enough to make me look like a money-grubber or a man thirsty for advertising.
If it were the original world, I would have been archived in the controversy section of TreeWiki, accused of sucking the blood out of streamers I knew.

I immediately typed in a chat correcting that it wasn’t my intention, but strangely, it didn’t go up.
Just like when I sent a KakaoTalk message to a teacher and only curses came back, the words I wanted didn’t show up.

“W-wait! The chat is suddenly overloaded….”

That was the end of Yena’s advertisement broadcast.
Before she could finish, the screen turned black, and it was filled with notifications that the broadcast had ended.

Something… something….

Is wrong.

I hurried to the Jung WooSeok Gallery.
Wouldn’t they be aware of or anticipating this situation?

[Give me a thumbs up for the victorious WooSeokdan excited about the news of Jung WooSeok’s game appearance]

[Give me a thumbs up if you’re smiling like a mother at WooSeok, who’s growing every day]

[Summary of the recent incident in Choi Yena’s broadcast room for the defeated WooSeokdan, who foolishly missed the fun.]

See, they’re misunderstanding.
The fact that the room exploded with chats at once clearly means they caused a scene because something happened that only they knew.

In the end, I was the cause.
I ruined Yena’s advertisement, and I’m at a loss as to how to repay this debt.
She’ll definitely ask for the worst.

Was it to give me time to grasp the situation? Yena texted me a little later.
Judging by the subject of the text, [Compensation Plan], it must have been sent with the timing calculated for me to feel guilty.
How can she be so cunning?

I turned my head away from my phone and started clicking on the most recommended posts in the gallery, one by one, with trembling hands.

[Summary of the recent incident in Choi Yena’s broadcast room for the defeated WooSeokdan, who foolishly missed the fun.]

A post with nearly 1000 recommendations.
Considering that it hasn’t been up for a few minutes, it’s an overwhelmingly fast number.

I’ll give you a 3-line summary, considering the dyslexic gallery.
1. Choi Yena turned on the broadcast after a long time and did her homework
2. I thought public sentiment would plummet, but suddenly a ‘male’ streamer appeared (replay link)
3. Just when public sentiment seemed to be shifting, Jung WooSeok declared his participation, regaining control.

Other conceptual posts also showed similar trends.
Stories about an unknown man appearing and raising expectations, and then the gallery owner appearing and regaining control.

It seems that due to the chat I mentioned, an unintended misunderstanding arose.
As if I wanted to appear in a game I wasn’t even interested in.

But isn’t there something strange?
Minotaur, who doesn’t even broadcast, appeared as one of the characters in the new game.
As an overpowered character, no less.

It’s strange that a sudden, unknown person pops up, unlike someone already known.
Does advertising really get concluded so easily in the first place?

From what I know, the agency first contacts the manager or sends an email for a meeting or offer, and then it’s concluded.
Of course, the premise of contact is that the target already has some influence.

As I opened the mailbox I had created but hadn’t managed specifically, leaving it to Gaia due to the numerous spam emails, a tremendous thought suddenly occurred to me.
Wouldn’t any man do, regardless of influence or anything?

As I was about to ask Gaia if my thoughts were correct, the words I was about to say disappeared down my throat as the mailbox opened.
Because the emails that filled the screen were overflowing with offers for collaborations, advertisements, and sponsorships.

There was no need to ask Yena and cause this trouble, nor was there any need to feel envious.
Why didn’t I know this?

[Because I deleted them all!]

Gaia speaks cheerfully, as if asking for praise as I think about it.
She proudly says that she ignored all of them.

“A-are there… none?”

[Don’t say such mean things!]

Yes, I’m back to square one.