Chapter 8

“I have to end it here for today. Once again…. Thanks, really thank you so much!”

The joint broadcast between my dongsaeng and I, which had shown an unconventional start from the very first round, seemed to have been fairly popular.

It had been 5 hours since the stream started.

My brother reached a new record for his viewer count, with as many as 2,000 people at one point.

Quite a few people had joined a stream that usually maxed out at around 500 viewers.

My dongsaeng said that it was all thanks to a clip of me crushing players with a crowbar that had gone viral.

He seemed to be explaining everything in detail because he thought I didn’t know much about broadcasting.

Based on my work experience, I’m your senior, brat.

Anyway, we had received a lot of support, including more missions.

‘Marry our Shacchi’ sponsored 10,000 won!

[Shacchi oppa! You’re so cute! Your hair is my type! Marry me!(shake shake)]

The only problem was that it was this kind of crazy sponsorship.

To spell it out for those who haven’t caught on yet, the word `Shacchi` was a combination of my nickname, `Sha`, and the cutesy word for hamster, ‘Hamcchi’.

‘Strongman’, ‘Shacchi’.

Clearly, they weren’t nicknames anyone with a brain would put stock in.

Anyway, a burst of gifts came at the end of the show.

Jinhyukie looked down at the sponsorship and, with his head still bowed, glared up at me.

“Hyung, at least show some kind of reaction. Like hyung said, each of them gave 10,000 won.”

“Jinhyuk-ah.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve still got a lot to learn.”

In my day, there was an easy rule for handling viewers.

Following their orders like an obedient puppy was an option, sure, but there was a special method for dealing with this kind viciousness.

How did I know?

It wasn’t that complicated.

The current situation wasn’t as bad, but amongst the streamers I was close with, one of them had a fandom that was called a ‘psych ward’.

I took a deep breath, clenched my teeth, then said coldly, “Thank you for sponsoring 10,000 won. If you call me that again, I’ll rip that shaking rattle off, you son of a bitch.”

A sudden outburst of swear words.

Jinhyukie looked at me, bewildered by my unexpected behaviour, but the response was as explosive as I had predicted.

Their response to my comment was natural.

‘National Capsaicin Association’ sponsored 10,000 won!

[Finally…… someone com.pe.tent.]

‘Korean Seonbi Association’ sponsored 10,000 won!

[Damn! Everything you get is from your parents, including those balls. Kids these days, tsk tsk.]

There was a flurry of support pouring in as various rogues went nuts.

Jinhyukie opened his mouth while looking at the rioting chat window.

Then he looked at me and said, “Hyung.”

Don’t look at me with that kind of troublesome expression.

I frowned at my brother’s shining eyes.

“If you keep being too nice to them, those bastards will take you for a pushover. Understood?”

“B-but my room still gets viewers!”

“Dongsaeng-ah.”

Slowly, I put my hand on my brother’s shoulders and whispered quietly as I turned off the microphone function.

“Get it straight.”

“Huh?”

“You said you wanted to be successful and make money on air, didn’t you? If you’re going to make money, you have to do it properly.”

“……Hyung, did you get the money for my hospital bills from broadcasting back then?”

Embarrassed by my deft handling of the situation, Jinhyukie asked me this cautiously.

I just slapped him hard on the back, then answered the question with a smile.

“Your hyung was a wicked person.”

“Wicked? Ahh.”

Only then did Jinhyukie nod as though he understood.

Maybe he thought that I also used to chat with viewers.

Well, wicked is wicked.

The worst kind of wickedness in the history of gaming.

Right now, the vicious curses dirtying Jinhyukie’s chat room actually seemed really cute to me.

I’d been cursed at with much worse than this. I’d even received death threats against my family.

This couldn’t even come close to making me blink.

‘Bromance Joie’ sponsored 10,000 won!

[It’s 50,000 won if the two brothers kiss each other 3 times]

……Except for these kinds of bastards.

Filthy punks.

The word used here is gudkeon, a word which means ‘firm’ or strong. The viewers use it as an appellant for Kim Chansik, so my best attempt at localizing is Strongman. Think of it in terms of a superhero name -_-;;;

Capsaicin is uhh spicy. The compound that makes you feel heat when you eat peppers