Chapter 18

After ending the voice chat with Han Yoorim, Bunny Run immediately turned on her broadcast. It had been a really long time since her last PC broadcast, which was during her cam broadcast days when she did mukbangs.

“Hello.”

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The world’s cutest rabbit, Bunny Run, has appeared! The world’s cutest rabbit, Bunny Run, has appeared! The world’s cutest rabbit, Bunny Run, has appeared!

Why aren’t you greeting us today? Why aren’t you greeting us today? Why aren’t you greeting us today? Why aren’t you greeting us today?

Wait, PC? Are you finally going back to cam?

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“Greetings? Go ask Yoorim unnie to do it. I’m not turning on the cam. If you want to see it, go eliminate MTube’s lag monsters from the world.”

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You’re just going to use old cam-era photos anyway, so why not quit being a VTuber?

For real, it’s not even effective.

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“Ugh.”

Bunny Run showed a subtle reaction.

Honestly, lately, she had been thinking, “Do I really need to keep being a VTuber?”

She had already decided not to cause any more trouble, so wouldn’t it be fine to turn on the cam?

Besides, even if she stayed a VTuber, the lag monsters would just use her old cam-era photos. It was pointless.

But the problem was this:

It felt like a waste of money.

With the popularization of VR devices, avatars had become widely accessible and easier to create, but VTuber avatars were still expensive.

Design was an idea, and the value of intellectual property was in the talent, not how easy it was to create.

In short, avatars that caught people’s attention were all expensive.

So, it still seemed better to keep being a VTuber.

And it wasn’t just viewers who wanted the cam in her broadcast now.

If it were the early days of her VTuber career, maybe, but now it had been a year since she became a VTuber.

There were definitely people who had settled in because they liked VTuber Bunny Run.

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Turn on the cam, you idiot lololol

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…Or maybe not.

But since the viewers were asking for it, Bunny Run felt oddly reluctant. Her rebellious frog instincts were kicking in.

“I’ll think about it as an event later.”

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If it’s not cam, why are you doing a PC broadcast?

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“…To play games.”

Bunny Run answered in a slightly subdued voice. She didn’t know why. It’s not like she did anything wrong, so why did she feel this way?

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Then why not just broadcast in VR?

Why start on PC and then switch to VR?

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The viewers didn’t understand Bunny Run’s words. The idea of playing games on PC was completely foreign to them.

To them, PCs were either for work or servers. That’s how people saw it.

Bunny Run, feeling inexplicably embarrassed, shouted:

“You guys are the tail-end of the PC gaming generation too. You all played it when you were kids, so why are you pretending not to know?”

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How many years ago was that, damn it?

Wait, are you seriously going to play games on PC?

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The current VR devices came out when Bunny Run was still in kindergarten.

So, even when Bunny Run was in elementary school, PC gaming was still going strong. After all, every innovation takes a little time to settle in.

That said, almost none of Bunny Run’s viewers had never played PC games, but it was just so long ago that it didn’t feel real.

“Anyway, as I mentioned earlier, today we’re going to play a game made by Yoorim unnie.”

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You never mentioned that.

You’re really just winging this broadcast, huh?

A self-made game? Hmm.

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Self-made games, or indie games, were quite familiar to stream viewers.

Games and streaming have a symbiotic relationship. That’s why internet broadcasters often brought indie games as content.

It’s just the nature of the structure that viewers would know what indie games were like.

From the viewers’ perspective, indie games were… a bit hit or miss.

Either a huge hit or a total flop.

And even the hits were often so bad that they were fun to watch, but games with actual quality were extremely rare.

She understood. It’s usually a one-person production, right?

Just the manual labor of coding alone is notorious, and games are a comprehensive art form. There’s a lot more to do besides coding.

Doing all that alone while maintaining quality is usually impossible. If you can do that, you’re not human. You’re a superhuman.

“Shall we watch the PV video first?”

Bunny Run pulled up Han Yoorim’s MTube and played the video.

The player hammers away, and in an instant, a base is completed.

Waves of enemies come. The initially weak monsters gradually grow stronger, until finally, a powerful boss monster appears.

Boom—. The PV ends with the scene of a demon clan member swinging a giant sword.

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Hmm. Not bad.

Looks like they spent quite a bit of money.

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“Looks fun, right?”

Bunny Run was also slightly impressed.

To be honest, Bunny Run didn’t know much about Han Yoorim.

She knew Thierry was the main character and that Yoorim had good physical skills, but everything else was a mystery. The VR Broadcasting Gallery actually had more information about Han Yoorim.

She had agreed to play the game just because Han Yoorim made it, but she didn’t expect it to be of this quality.

“Didn’t she say she made it all by herself?”

Bunny Run read through the details of <Fantasy Life> registered on the store.

Production, design, modeling, music, scenario, etc. Han Yoorim’s name was on everything.

It really was a one-person production.

Is the PV that different from the actual game?

But it was a gameplay trailer. The in-game footage and the PV didn’t seem that different.

What is this?

This curiosity seemed like it could only be resolved by playing it herself.

To play the game, Bunny Run immediately called Han Yoorim for a voice chat.

[I told you it was fun.]

As if she had been watching Bunny Run’s broadcast, Han Yoorim said that as soon as she picked up the voice chat.

“I didn’t know it was like this.”

[PC gaming isn’t dead yet. It’s still alive and kicking.]

“…I wouldn’t go that far.”

The last active PC game Bunny Run thought of was *League of Legends*.

She remembered the Pro League surviving for quite a long time, stubbornly holding on.

And now, even *League of Legends* is considered an old game.

Too much has happened for PC games to still be considered “active.”

[Just because a pitcher is 40 doesn’t mean they have to retire.]

“But it’s the right age to retire, isn’t it?”

[You’re the type to yell at players to retire when their form drops, Bunny Run. If my popularity drops, you’d probably ditch me too.]

“I’m more popular than you, unnie. Why would I ditch you just because it drops?”

[Sure. It’s natural for young people like me to surpass and outgrow you, Bunny Run.]

“But you’re only two years younger than me…”

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Black hole activation ON lololol

Should I curse freely and then reflect again?

This is some tiki-taka gegenpressing right here.

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Bunny Run, who was gradually getting used to Han Yoorim’s way of speaking, casually responded and started the game.

Lately, the song Han Yoorim often plays on her broadcast could be heard, and the title screen appeared.

*Fantasy Life*

Bunny Run asked,

“What do I do with this?”

[I opened a room. Come in.]

After entering the room by typing in the code, Han Yoorim said,

[By the way, there’s a separate in-game voice system. Turning off voice chat will help you immerse better.]

“Got it.”

Ding. The voice chat disconnected, and the game began.

Han Yoorim awkwardly held the mouse and pressed WASD to move her character.

“What do I do now?”

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Do we even know? lol

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Still, Bunny Run had been a game broadcaster for nearly five years. She quickly grasped the game’s system.

The moon at the top of the screen was slowly turning red. Once it turned completely red, a wave would come, so they had to build a base before that.

“Let’s gather materials first.”

With her goal set, Bunny Run collected nearby wood and stones to craft tools.

As Bunny Run broke rocks and trees with her axe and pickaxe, an animal appeared in front of her. She killed it with a stone sword, collected the meat and hide, and lit a campfire.

She skewered the meat on a stick and placed it over the campfire. She used the hide to make a backpack.

After completing the deer hide bag, Bunny Run looked up at the sky.

“The stars are pretty.”

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For real, this is a solo-developed game?

Did they outsource? No way someone made this alone.

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The viewers were amazed.

Even in an era where PC games were considered dead, people still recognized their value.

It was the same as how people appreciate the value of past artistic works.

Though it lacked the liveliness of VR, the quality was on par with the latest games being released today.

The fact that someone made this alone was hard to believe.

It was more realistic to think that parts of it were outsourced.

“…Why does unnie even do broadcasts?”

The question naturally came to mind.

For Bunny Run, there was nothing outside of broadcasting.

That’s why, even after repeated mistakes, she only did part-time jobs briefly before eventually returning to broadcasting.

But Han Yoorim was different.

If Bunny Run had Han Yoorim’s abilities, she wouldn’t have done broadcasts. It’s not that she disliked broadcasting, but isn’t it true that one person can’t do everything?

Broadcasting and game development were both time-consuming. Realistically, she’d have to choose one, and in that situation, Bunny Run would’ve chosen game development.

That’s how much Han Yoorim’s talent shone.

But contrary to Bunny Run’s thoughts, Han Yoorim did internet broadcasts.

Why?

‘…She said it didn’t sell much.’

Maybe she was discouraged because the work she poured her soul into didn’t sell at all.

Bunny Run muttered with a bitter taste in her mouth.

“Unnie, you’re not going to do game development anymore, right?”

“No? I’m working on a new game right now. It’ll be out soon.”

“Unnie! Make some noise when you walk!”

Startled, Bunny Run turned her head. Han Yoorim was standing behind her.

Han Yoorim tilted her head and said,

“There’s a footstep system, you know. Didn’t you hear it?”

“…I was too focused to hear.”

“Huh? Grilling meat doesn’t require any special additional controls, does it? Did a bug happen?”

“…No, it’s not that.”

Hesitating, Bunny Run cautiously asked,

“Unnie, are you still doing game development?”

“Of course.”

“…Then you can’t do broadcasts anymore, right?”

Though Bunny Run wanted her to choose game development, now that she was giving up broadcasts for it, she felt oddly disappointed.

Han Yoorim replied,

“Huh? But then I can’t promote it. Of course, I’ll keep doing broadcasts.”

“……?”

Bunny Run, slightly flustered by the audacity of wanting to eat both chicken and pizza, asked,

“You’re going to do game development and broadcasts at the same time?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have the time?”

“…I don’t sleep much, so it’s fine. It’s in my genes.”

Han Yoorim, slightly dodging the question, took out a glowing stone from her inventory and said,

“Anyway, should we start building the base now?”