Chapter 291

[NoName Fan Cafe]

[NoName ← It really seems like an extreme job]

Honestly, our leader has been locked in a capsule for 7 years, so there’s no way she could have normal values. I can understand her stubbornness to survive, but the problem is that she’s too smart. Right now, she’s filming a 1vs10000 debate mad movie directed at the viewers. Please, someone step up and try to persuade her.

[Comments]

– It’s not just slightly extreme; it really is an extreme job, lol.

– When it feels a bit off, she just says, “I don’t listen to those weaker than me”?

– She’s truly a gem, lol.

– But honestly, listening to NoName makes sense sometimes and I get emotionally overwhelmed, tearing up,ㅠㅠ.

[NoName]

[Just Chatting – [Thanks to everyone who supported the competition today.]]

[Broadcast Time – 1:24:41]

[Number of Viewers – 34,552]

“The total quantitative sum of happiness you just claimed by a viewer can be viewed as a type of utilitarianism. Did you know that qualitative aspects can also be applied to utilitarianism? I chose the brief pain of losing this competition over prolonged suffering, personally finding it qualitatively superior. Of course, if we consider the happiness of the audience watching this, my actions could be deemed socially wrong, but I hope you can differentiate between the inside and outside of the training hall regarding this argument. We came here to fight, not to perform a play, right?”

-GG

-NoName is stubborn… NoName doesn’t listen to adults…

-So on.

-In my opinion, a little spanking might be necessary.

-It seems like the topic is drifting more towards philosophy, leader!

-“Aren’t you hurt?” -> “Pain is also a type of electrical signal, so it can be somewhat controlled with Aura.” If this argument isn’t resolved, this debate might never end.

-Oh, defeating an 8-year-old is tough, lol.

-Lol.

When common sense is elevated to a philosophical perspective, the arguments that the viewers must consider become much more complex.

NoName still had a sulky expression on her face.

Ultimately, it was her managers who intervened.

-(Manager 1): First of all, the current situation is a confrontation with your father, right? We think it would be better for you to bend a bit today for the sake of relationship recovery. Regardless of whether your opinion is right or wrong.

-(Manager 2): Yeah, I think so too. Apologizing is winning.

-(Manager 5): NoName, trust us, okay?

NoName narrowed her eyes and reluctantly nodded.

While she briefly left the room, her managers and viewers entered an emergency strategy meeting together.

[Graduate Student to the Rescue: We need a “NoName” rehabilitation project.]

Rehabilitation isn’t only about committing crimes but refers to returning one’s attitude or mentality to a desirable state.

[hellsMonster: But we need to know something to give advice. We don’t even know how the leader usually lives, right?]

There is a gap between the broadcast and the viewers. It wasn’t much different for the managers.

[Superconductor Cat: Then how about observing her daily life and advising from that?]

[Shinaoga: Like an observation vlog?]

[Superconductor Cat: Yes! That way, we can understand NoName’s worries and potentially spot something “strange.”]

[Graduate Student to the Rescue: That’s a good idea! But who will film it? How will we do it inside the Academy?]

Someone was needed to follow her around and serve as the cameraman.

However, the Academy is a restricted area for outsiders.

If NoName were to handle the camera herself, the meaning of observing her daily life from another’s perspective would be lost.

When confronted with a tough problem, the last manager proposed a brilliant solution.

[Cat Lover: Aren’t animals allowed in?]

* * *

Buzzing—

A disconcerting noise irritating my ears had started since morning.

While there’s no scientific evidence that autumn mosquitoes are worse than summer ones, either way, they disturb my sleep.

Entrusting myself to the flow of consciousness, I tossed and turned before finally opening my eyes.

Buzzing—

A low-noise drone hovering in the air.

Being a product of magical engineering, it had four magical circles lifting its mechanical body in all four cardinal directions.

[Good morning!]

The faceless machine greeted me with a cheerful voice.

I frowned and replied in a low voice, “Why does this drone even have a speaker… Ugh… What time is it…?”

[7 o’clock!]

“I usually wake up at 7:15… Hmm…”

My eyes began to flutter shut again.

In that moment, as I tossed the string of my hazy consciousness into the depths of the sea, a violent wave surged, pulling my awareness back to the surface.

Buzzing!

Click click click—

As the drone continued changing its position to create noise pollution, I couldn’t take it anymore and shot up.

“You know I struggled all day yesterday, right? Ugh, why are you so eager to torment me?”

[I don’t know about that, but it’s time for school, sis!]

“Adella, please…!”

Vroom—

Even glaring at the drone that roamed my room, I could do nothing.

While I briefly stepped away from my broadcast last night, the managers had already coordinated amongst themselves to film my vlog.

Of course, I had refused, but they even contacted Professor Cheon to force this project to proceed.

[I’m also very curious about NoName’s school life. I think it would be fine to film it once!]

[Huh?]

[What if something good happens tomorrow? I think it would be great to record those moments.]

It’s practically a betrayal at this point.

And Adella decided to control the drone like a game in virtual reality, filming my every move.

“Hey, don’t come in too far.”

[Why? Can’t I?]

“Geez.”

Bang—

What, trying to follow me even to the bathroom?

After a quick shower, I came out with my hair soaked, dragging a towel along the floor.

I wiped the water dripping from the ends of my hair roughly with the towel at my feet.

For breakfast, I speared a strip of bacon and a soft-boiled egg with a fork.

Eating a piece of bread on top of that would make me too full to digest properly for the whole day, so I preferred to avoid that and just take the edge off my hunger.

I tossed the towel into the laundry basket, went back into the bathroom, and only brought out my toothbrush.

I sat modestly in front of the full-length mirror in my room and brushed my teeth.

[Cast: Warm wind]

While brushing, I split my hair into two sections and cast a warm wind magic spell on each part.

This way, without needing to style it separately, my hair would settle as if it had been flat-ironed. The shiny locks were just a bonus.

“Just wait a minute outside.”

[Geez, nothing to show anyway.]

“What? You want to die?”

I hurled the psycho voyeuristic pest outside and changed into my school uniform.

Unlike my previous school, Arahyeol Elementary, Seviron Academy offered a skirt option that had built-in shorts.

By thinking of it as just a skirt with some flowing lace hanging down from knee-length shorts, I felt more at ease.

I walked back to the bathroom, rinsed my mouth, and I was ready to head to school.

“I’m off to school!”

“Okay, be careful!”

Professor Cheon’s work hours varied. Today, I was able to leave first and greet him.

While waiting in front of the apartment for the other academy kids, I scrolled through various news and updates on my phone.

The drone flew up to my shoulder, capturing what I was looking at on camera.

[What are you looking at?]

“Just the news… and some of the latest academic papers.”

[Is there anything interesting?]

“The path-setting techniques using the Olroid polyhedral. This way, you can skip 80% of the circuit equations in a specific rotational magic circle.”

[Ugh, NoNamesi! Why did I even ask…! I’ll definitely include this in the unedited vlog. The world has to know how boring my sister is!]

“Why go that far?”

With Korean time applied, my friends were always about 3 minutes late for our arranged meetup.

Ji Hye and Seo Ri were running in full sprint, waving their hands from afar.

“Kyahaha! No Nameeeeee!”

Charging in like a runaway locomotive with her platinum hair swirling was Han Seo Ri, half-Swedish.

I quickly dodged her as she leaped at me, arms wide open.

“What’s all this ruckus so early in the morning?”

“The competition yesterday was the best! I knew it! No Name is the strongest in the world!”

“Okay, okay, I get it, so put that down. Let’s talk while walking. Hi, Ji Hye. Did you get home okay yesterday?”

“Yes…! I partied with Mom and Dad, but I felt so sick that I just lay on the couch. Mom even fed me chicken. Are you okay, No Name?”

“I’m sore too. There’s not a place on my body that doesn’t hurt.”

“Oh, you can’t be hurt…!”

Even after such intense matches, we had to go to school the next day.

That was all because we were in elementary school.

In middle school, the battles were so intense that they got a full week of rest, but in elementary school, there was none of that.

Suddenly, I was in a situation where I fought 1 vs. 5 and had to go to school the very next day.

Isn’t this really child abuse?