I Became a Tyrant of the Defense Game - Episode 389
◈ 389. [Side Story] Classics fanatic (2)
After that, I started studying Internet broadcasting..
I watched other people's broadcasts and learned the culture and formula of this game. I saw, heard and memorized how this floor works..
It was only then that I realized how ignorant I was..
As I changed my broadcast as much as I learned, viewers began to grow little by little..
A cam screen was added to the broadcast. I bought lights. In addition to a gaming PC, I purchased a broadcasting PC..
We opened a channel where video clips were stored and began managing the viewer community..
Slowly but steadily, the number of viewers began to increase..
I wasn't talented at anything.
The same was true for broadcasting. I wasn't a good talker and my showmanship was poor..
However, he had the grit and perseverance to push through to the end without giving up. I wanted to continue doing this job for a longer time..
Practice vocalization, try to learn the latest Internet culture, and think about broadcast items.…….
By the time a year had passed.
One video clip accidentally became a huge hit.
It was a scene where I was dancing with joy after clearing a game that had been blocked for about a month..
At the end of the game, I jumped around following the dance performed by the main character. But I think that dance was a bit funny..
- But why is that person dancing??
- I think I beat the final game of XXX. That thing on the screen
- Wow, that game is a memory. I used to do it when I was young and got hit.
- That guy is a person who only plays difficult classic games ㅇㅇ
- Then do you accept game requests??
Viewers come in from all over, and word of mouth about me spreads little by little in the community.…….
Also, luckily, the game I played next was a classic but quite famous game at the time, so many viewers came in to reminisce about their memories..
From then on, the number of viewers fluctuated depending on the game I played, but I broadcast consistently and the overall broadcast grew with an upward sloping graph..
I aimed for a broadcast that was free of controversy and easy to watch, and steadily increased the number of regular viewers..
And when it entered its third year of broadcasting,.
I am more than a mid-level person, I am the representative of the broadcast platform... … Not until then.
I was able to become a broadcaster who was barely in the top ranks..
***
The viewer who first watched my broadcast has continued to watch my broadcast ever since..
He called me brother. I called him Jammin.
I didn't know my name, age or anything else. But he was my longest and most loyal viewer..
Especially in the early days of broadcasting when I had no clue, he thought with me about the direction my broadcast should take and sometimes helped me by taking on the role of manager..
I was truly grateful for the guy. I almost wanted to meet separately and buy food..
But he rarely talked about himself..
He was reluctant to meet or even talk about his personal information. That's why I didn't mention it either.
In the first place, we had to avoid excessive socialization between viewers and broadcasters..
…….
As the broadcast grew, I was now fully established on the floor..
At some point, he stopped coming to the broadcast..
I was disappointed, but I was too busy to even feel that disappointment. I just assumed that he was also living a busy life..
So time passes again…….
Suddenly, I thought about that guy. I searched the guy's chat logs. I was wondering if I might have left a comment to someone I wasn't paying attention to..
OK,
- It’s been a while, bro.!
remained.
There's a chat log he left a few weeks ago that I didn't get to read..
- The broadcast got bigger while I was away.?
- Now, if I don’t donate, I won’t be able to see the chat? Haha what is it
The number of viewers increased so much that at some point the general chat became unreadable..
It's been a long time since my viewers and I had a conversation through messages that were printed during paid sponsorships..
- hmm… … I don't have money to donate…….
- …….
- You know, bro..
- I'm having surgery soon…….
- I can just tell you to cheer up?
The message was cut off there..
I was looking at the log blankly and then jumped up from my seat..
He left that chat a few weeks ago. Although a long time had already passed.
something had to be done.
***
The guy tried to reveal very little information about himself..
No matter how much it is a chat on an internet broadcast, there is inevitably information that is revealed..
He frequently visited a hospital in Seoul and was young. man. The guy who occasionally complained of chest pain and turned off the broadcast saying it was difficult to breathe..
I searched the hospital, and was able to find him among the long-term hospitalized patients with less difficulty than I thought..
He was in a coma, lying unconscious on the bed, hooked up to a mechanical device, and only breathing..
“…….”
was a child.
The boy, who had been stuck in bed for years unable to move properly, looked much younger than his actual age..
He wore a patient beanie over his close-shaven head, wore an oxygen mask, and was asleep with his eyes closed..
Beep- Beep-
A regular mechanical sound rings in my ears..
I stood next to the bed and quietly looked down at the child..
Beep- Beep-
Beep- Beep-…….
The sound of his breathing was so faint that it was barely audible through the sounds of the machines..
I couldn't see any more and closed my eyes tightly..
“My child really liked Godeok’s broadcast..”
The boy's mother bowed several times, thanking me for coming..
“I was waiting so desperately for the broadcast time to air. When there is no broadcast, watch the recorded video again.…….”
“…….”
“How boring is hospital life? Also, how painful is the chemotherapy… … It wouldn't have been easy to hold on with that small body, but thanks to Godeok's broadcast, the child laughed often..”
Looking at her haggard smile, I stammered and asked.
“why was it me?”
“yes?”
“There must have been many broadcasts by other people who were much more interesting than me... … Why did it have to be me?.”
Somehow by chance.
He came into a broadcast that no one was watching and said hello to me..
And that talent helps the broadcast grow..
Why was it like that? This kid.
After hearing what I said, she stayed still for a moment, then smiled faintly and opened her mouth..
“why was it me?”
“yes?”
“There must have been a much kinder and more patient mother than me, so why was this child born to me??”
Her hand brushed the child's dry cheek..
“When this child wakes up, then we will ask him together..”
“…….”
“Thank you for coming today. Our child will be happy to know that Godeok has come..”
I left the hospital, leaving behind her polite greeting..
“…….”
He has been sick since he was born. It is said to be a type of childhood cancer..
It is said that he lived in the hospital his entire life. The only window through which he communicated with the world was the screen of his small smartphone..
In particular, he liked watching my broadcast..
What's so fun about looking into this boring guy's closet?.
…….
In recent years, his condition has worsened..
Finally, I took a gamble and attempted surgery. Surprisingly, the outcome of the surgery was good..
However, after the surgery, he fell into a coma, effectively becoming a vegetative state, and has not regained consciousness since..
“…….”
You held out your hand to me who was trapped in an egg.
Before I knew it, I was only chasing money and ignoring you when you needed me..
- I can just tell you to cheer up?
How difficult is it to just say, “Cheer up?”.
Until the request is not read and you are isolated in the world... … You left it abandoned..
‘I also want to extend my hand to you who is trapped in the egg..’
like you did for me.
I also want to give you courage.
‘But what can I do?……?’
That night.
I turned on the broadcast late and asked the viewers:.
“everyone. What is the most difficult old game??”
I remembered one decision and asked again and again:.
“A game that is so hard and difficult that it is not easy for anyone to beat..”
Several people entered the chat, but one message caught my eye..
- How about the Hell Iron Man Challenge??
.
10 years have passed since its release, and although it was popular in its own way, the highest difficulty level that no one could clear - 'Hell Iron Man' mode.
I decided to try this.
Although it was kept a secret from viewers, all sponsorship profits received until clear were pledged to be donated to the Pediatric Cancer Support Foundation..
I started the game.
was never an easy game. Plus, Hell, Ironman mode was really fucking hard..
I got game over.
The empire fell, fell, fell, fell, and fell again..
but.
Do not give up.
Even when the bright red GAME OVER screen appeared, I cleaned it up as if nothing happened and started the next episode..
- PRESS START
again.
Even if an episode that took dozens of hours of effort ends up in a ridiculous accident,.
- PRESS START
again.
Even if the episode that lasted hundreds of hours finally collapses before the enemy's offensive,.
- PRESS START
again.
Even if the episode reaches the end and fails in the final stage,.
- PRESS START
Again, again, again, again, again!
once again-
Do not give up.
I will fight in my own way. I will try to overcome this difficulty.
I will support you.
So, you too.
please don't give up.
Continue your fight…….
…….
After half a year.
I succeeded in the challenge after 742 attempts..
Defeat the final boss and clear the last stage..
Finally reached the ending of the game.
and-
***
…….
The consciousness that had been dormant gradually becomes clearer..
It felt like waking up from a terrible hangover. I groaned and writhed..
Sensation returns to the extremities of the body. Be aware of your fingertips and toes. I managed to open my eyes, twisting the bones that ached as if I hadn't used them in a very long time..
vision is blurry.
‘Where is this?…….’
I obviously drank a lot... … Open the teleport gate, fall inside it, and…….
I fell into pitch black darkness.
But here it's warm, soft, and even smells nice..
‘what?’
I blinked a few times and the world became clear. Only then was I able to look clearly at my surroundings..
A richly decorated palace… … It was. Except for the odd taste of everything being decorated in pink, this place looks quite expensive..
I was lying on the floor of this palace. And someone was giving me a lap pillow.
yes?
A knee pillow?
What I was cutting was a warm, soft thigh. No, who on earth would thank me like this... … No, it's embarrassing…….
Let’s slowly raise our eyes and look,
《oh. woke up.》
I saw a woman's face smiling softly at me..
Pure white skin and red eyes. With shiny pink hair, horns sprouted from both sides of the head. And the unique monk attire..
……So, the 7th ranked monster corps commander..
It was Salome..
The Succubus Queen smiled softly and asked me shyly..
《Sleep well, honey.?》
Like a puppy waiting for its owner, it even wags its tail, which is characteristic of demon species, from side to side..
“…….”
I was looking up at Salome blankly.,
“Wow, I'm surprised.!”
Without realizing it, I stretched out my fist and hit Salome on the chin..
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