Chapter 22

There was no time to ban him.

The viewer quickly escaped the room.

“What the hell, that guy?”

This isn’t just malicious.

He was a straight-up psycho.

Trying to convince someone to eat poisonous mushrooms.

It wasn’t just ignorance; it was clearly malicious intent.

He left after saying he got caught.

Chills.

The world is full of all kinds of crazy people.

【Yoho】—Do you think he knew what he was doing?

【BigGirl】—Judging by his reaction, it seems so.

【Qkrnfl892】—This is creepy.

【Se-hoon Defense Team】—What the hell is this crazy bitch doing?

【Jujijoa】—He crossed the line.

【Min Ji】—Should we report him?

【Maehwa Tree】—I already recorded it.

【Johnjalhukgi】—?? What happened?

【Gyeongsaeng Guburi】—Is he really a psycho? That was close. Damn. Se-hoon, we can’t let this slide.

The viewers were all heated up.

And rightfully so.

From a broader perspective, this was almost attempted murder.

“By the way, Guburi. Is it really dangerous just to touch this mushroom?”

【Gyeongsaeng Guburi】—Yes, yes, yes. Don’t touch it, absolutely not.

【Gyeongsaeng Guburi】—It’s called the Red Deer Horn mushroom, the most poisonous mushroom native to Korea. Just touching it can cause poisoning or dermatitis. It’s not certain, but it’s safer not to touch it. And obviously, don’t even think about eating it. If you do, you’ll cross the River Styx.

“Damn…”

This was new information to me.

A mushroom so poisonous that just touching it is dangerous.

Why the hell does this thing grow near hiking trails?

【Qkrnfl892】—Wow, there’s something called the Deer Horn mushroom.

【Gyeongsaeng Guburi】—Not Horn mushroom, Deer Horn mushroom.

But why do you know so much?

Guburi was surprisingly knowledgeable.

He looked different when he showed his intellectual side.

“Anyway, if I had touched it without knowing, it would’ve been a disaster. Thanks, Guburi.”

【Gyeongsaeng Guburi】—Sex.

I looked at the mushroom again.

The Red Deer Horn mushroom.

We needed to take action.

Just in case of an accident.

Another hiker might touch it out of curiosity or even pick it.

‘It would be good to write a warning sign.’

Unfortunately, I didn’t have paper or a pen.

But it wasn’t impossible.

Among the scattered rocks nearby.

I picked up a fairly sharp one.

‘There’s a warning sign for wild boars, but why isn’t there one for these poisonous mushrooms…’

I used the rock to carve words into the dirt.

<Warning! Touch this mushroom and you're dead>

It’s a temporary measure.

Touching it won’t kill you, but I wrote the warning a bit harshly to get the point across.

I decided to do this much for now and come back tomorrow to install a proper sign.

***

While climbing the mountain again.

The viewers were still talking about that psycho.

【Qkrnfl892】—The more I think about it, the creepier it gets.

【Jujijoa】—He deserves to pay for this.

【Maehwa Tree】—After the hike, go to the police station and file a report. I’ll send you the recording.

【Yoho】—Room Master. Did you ban that person?

“Ban? He ran away before I could blacklist him.”

There are two types of bans.

Regular ban and blacklist ban.

The latter means they can never enter my broadcast again.

But it’s impossible to blacklist someone who’s already left.

“Can you blacklist someone who’s already left?”

【Gyeongsaeng Guburi】—This platform allows it.

【Se-hoon Defense Team】—What’s the point of a blacklist? They can just change their nickname and come back.

【Gyeongsaeng Guburi】—Blacklisting blocks the ID itself. They can’t come back just by changing their nickname. They’d have to create a new account.

As expected, Guburi is an expert.

Since he uses multiple identities online, he knows a lot.

“So, even if they left, I can still blacklist them?”

【Gyeongsaeng Guburi】—Yes, they won’t come back with that ID, but they might create a new account. Still, it’s better to blacklist just in case.

“I should do that. But can’t the managers do it? I’m walking, so it’s a hassle to do it myself.”

【Yoho】—You need to set the permissions separately.

【Gyeongsaeng Guburi】—Give them the permissions.

Finding the permission settings was more troublesome.

I just went ahead and blacklisted him myself.

I decided to file the report tomorrow morning and continued hiking.

***

A woman stared at the monitor, biting her lip.

‘This bastard. How dare he harm the man I have my eye on?’

Thud!

The woman slammed the desk.

She couldn’t calm down.

Recently, she had noticed a male streamer named Gye Se-hoon, who almost lost his life because of some weird viewer.

‘We can’t let this slide.’

That was really close.

If there hadn’t been a viewer who knew about mushrooms, he might have picked and cooked it.

All because of malicious misinformation.

‘This is too much. If we let this slide, he’ll do something even more dangerous.’

The woman turned her chair.

And spoke in Chinese.

“Meng Yao. Are you busy?”

“Huh?”

Meng Yao, a woman lying on the sofa, sat up.

She adjusted her slipping glasses and scratched her messy hair as she asked.

“Not busy, why?”

“Can you look up someone’s personal information for me?”

“Suddenly? Did you get a request? You’re on vacation right now.”

“It’s just a personal matter.”

Meng Yao tilted her head.

“First time seeing you act on personal matters? Well, okay. It’s not a big deal anyway.”

“How long will it take?”

“An hour should be enough.”

“…You’ve never even made rice cakes, what are you talking about?”

“Not going to help?”

“Sorry.”

“Move aside. I need to use the computer to find out.”

The woman got up from the chair, and Meng Yao sat down.

Meng Yao looked at the monitor and asked again.

“You were watching a male streamer again… Anyway, so who are you looking for?”

“A user with the nickname Cheosu who came into this broadcast.”

“Okay. Wait a bit.”

The woman standing behind Meng Yao lit a cigarette.

And took out a lighter to light it.

The lighter she held had engraved characters that caught the eye.

[Jujijoa]

Codename Jujijoa.

She was a hitwoman who made a living out of contract killings.

***

Meng Yao succeeded in hacking.

She collected the member’s information from the platform where Gye Se-hoon was streaming.

Not only that,

She even gathered all the personal information of that member without missing a single detail.

“Let’s see… Name Cha Min-soo. Male, living in Andong. 33 years old, unemployed. As you expected, he’s active in a male supremacy community.”

“Damn male supremacy bastards… I usually let things slide, but this time he crossed the line…”

“I got his ID photo, want to see?”

The man’s photo appeared on the screen.

Jujijoa looked at the monitor, immediately furrowed her brow, and clicked her tongue.

“He looks like a jerk. What about his family?”

“No parents, three wives… What, all of them died in accidents?”

“He had three wives? How did he even get married with that face? Must be because he lives in the countryside.”

“Huh? What does living in the countryside have to do with marriage?”

“Most Korean men are concentrated in the metropolitan area. In the countryside, the number of men is extremely low, so even an orc like him has demand.”

“Really? Didn’t know that.”

Meng Yao operated the computer and collected information about Cha Min-soo’s wives.

“Wow. Just looked it up, and no matter how you see it… It smells like he killed his wives for insurance money. This guy is our kind.”

“Not interested in that. Just text me his address.”

“Going to handle it? You don’t kill men, do you?”

“This time is an exception. If this guy lives, my prince is in danger.”

“Prince, my ass… Anyway, just sent the address.”

“Thanks.”

“Clean up well. This country has a lot of CCTV, so be careful.”

“Worrying too much. Who do you think I am?”

“…Right. The great Jujijoa wouldn’t make mistakes.”

“Then I’m off.”

Jujijoa, dressed in a black suit, left the house without hesitation.

***

In a dimly lit alley.

Cha Min-soo was walking slowly while using his phone.

‘Hehe. The views went crazy after I posted about suing a Korean woman for visual rape.’

Cha Min-soo chuckled while looking at a post.

It was a post he made in a male supremacy community.

‘Next, should I write about marrying three gullible Korean women and killing them for insurance money? Just leave out the part where I faked their deaths as accidents.’

After thinking that.

Cha Min-soo looked up from his phone.

Then, a woman came into view.

A blonde foreigner leaning against the corner of the alley.

‘Wow… Look at those proportions. Is she a model? Foreign women are just on another level compared to Korean women.’

The woman also looked at Cha Min-soo.

Their eyes met, and Cha Min-soo, feeling embarrassed, was about to turn his head away when.

The foreign woman suddenly greeted him.

“Hi?”

“…Yes, yes? Do you know me?”

“No? Just saying hi because our eyes met?”

“Ah…”

If it were a Korean woman, he would’ve been annoyed.

It was always like that.

Cha Min-soo would show his displeasure and ignore any woman who approached him.

But a pretty foreign woman was a different story.

“Your Korean is really good.”

“Thanks.”

Cha Min-soo, grinning from ear to ear, tried to continue the conversation.

Finally, spring has come.

I met a foreign woman, not a Korean one.

Thinking such delusions.

But the foreign woman, showing no interest, started walking past Cha Min-soo.

Cha Min-soo hurriedly tried to stop her.

To muster the courage to ask for her number.

“Ah, ah! Uh… Can I get your number?”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“Huh…? Uh… Then, at least your name…”

If he couldn’t get her number, he planned to at least get her name and search for her on Instagram.

“Name?”

The foreign woman stopped in her tracks.

She smiled slightly and said.

“Jujijoa.”

As she started walking again, she added in a low voice.

“But you won’t like my juice.”

So that Cha Min-soo wouldn’t hear.

***

That evening.

A man died miserably alone in his home.

And beside his body, a single mushroom lay quietly.

It was the Red Deer Horn mushroom.

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