Chapter 48

I created a business email and posted it on my channel.

Within a day, hundreds of emails arrived.

Most of them were playful messages from fans, though.

It’s best not to open the spam folder, which is jam-packed with all sorts of things.

Still, there were dozens of legitimate business emails.

The sheer volume is enough to make my head spin just by looking at it.

When would I ever have time to review them all?

I’ll check them later, maybe.

Next, the requests that caught my eye.

Can we do a joint broadcast together?

Can you host some guest appearances for viewers?

Watching struggling broadcasters like Hakko trying to survive gave me a strange feeling.

I had initially planned to spend my time as an unknown, just as those people do.

It’s not that I’m envious; it’s just a peculiar feeling.

There’s a saying about not rowing when the water comes, right?

But what if, as soon as you get on the boat, a tsunami hits? That would certainly catch you off guard.

Truthfully, I hadn’t even considered needing a business email until an Infinity employee started sending donations.

All I could think about were the Challenger rankings.

Don’t say I didn’t think it through.

Sure, some people might dive in fully prepared, but how funny would it be if a broadcaster with fewer than 10 viewers posted a business email?

When I first started, I was just hoping for 5 viewers.

Who would’ve expected Victory to do something like that?

I had no idea.

I admit, I was severely unprepared.

I wasn’t ready at all to be a professional broadcaster.

There’s so much to learn, my head is spinning.

MCN agencies sent an incredible number of scout emails.

Apparently, it’s common for broadcasters to join MCNs just like how entertainers sign with talent agencies.

Will they handle copyright and legal issues for me?

That sounds quite appealing, but…

I prefer to keep my ties to as few people as possible.

If I want to broadcast independently without joining an MCN…

Should I register as a sole proprietor and hire staff?

As I was figuring this out…

Wait, did you know that registering as a business owner makes your real name and office address public?

No way, absolutely not.

But, without a company structure, you might face a massive tax bomb.

Wow, there’s so much to think about as a broadcaster.

I thought all I had to do was stream from my room!

Real name exposure, office leases, even having to draft our own contracts…

Surviving as a sole proprietor would be incredibly difficult unless you’re really sharp.

And above all else, the idea of exposing my real name and address is a major obstacle.

You could use your home address, but I’m not crazy enough to make my personal address public knowledge.

It seems joining an MCN is the better option.

As I was thinking this over…

Calamity struck.

“Sis! A package just arrived at the main house!”

Confused, I heard Seol Yun’s voice.

But I hadn’t ordered anything recently.

…

Then, it hit me—a memory from long ago.

During the Seollal holiday, at home, I drank a lot with Dad and Seol Yun, and in the heat of the moment, I impulsively ordered that item.

It was supposed to take a while because it was international shipping, so I forgot about it.

Did I accidentally list the main house as the shipping address?

I must have been flustered and didn’t double-check!

“Did anyone open it?”

“No!”

Phew, thank goodness.

“But the invoice clearly said it—it’s a G-cup cosplay suit!”

“KYAAHHH!”

“Sis! Is it for cosplay broadcasting?”

“No, no, no!”

I still hadn’t told Seol Yun what kind of broadcasting I do.

I planned to tell her once my broadcasts grew bigger.

…

Isn’t it big enough by now?

The biggest rookie streamer in Infinity’s history, one that made even MCNs scramble—legendary already.

‘What nonsense.’

There’s no way I could tell my younger sister that I do this kind of broadcasting.

If Seol Yun ever showed up to cheer me on and dropped a donation, I’d collapse instantly.

I’d melt into goo and turn into caramel!

“Don’t worry; Mom and Dad didn’t find out. I took care of it immediately!”

“Thank you…”

If Mom had found out, it would have been disastrous.

My relationship with Mom was strained because my supposedly reliable eldest son turned into a reclusive young woman.

If they knew I bought this, family conflict, divorce, doom, war—total chaos!

Anyway, something terrible would’ve happened.

“Try it on! I want to see you wear it.”

Why are you so pumped, Seol Yun?

But since it’s already out in the open, and it’d be better to try it in front of someone to see how awkward it feels…

I decided to try it on once.

“This is too big.”

Wearing only a sports bra, the fit of the suit was ridiculously loose.

I had no choice but to wear a vest.

One wasn’t enough though.

I had to wear two vests for the suit to fit barely snugly.

‘My upper body is pumped incredibly.’

But I’m not exactly flat, so the balance was decent.

At least I didn’t look like a funny reverse triangle.

‘This is so revealing.’

It wasn’t just bare skin; it was like fruit hanging from the peak of a mountain.

Someone might use it with that intent.

Seol Yun kept slipping me undergarments.

Wait, where did this underwear come from?

I didn’t order any of that.

“I figured you’d need it.”

So it was Seol Yun’s after all!

Sharing clothes is one thing, but underwear?

“I haven’t worn them yet, so you don’t need to worry.”

…Where did you learn mind-reading?

Seol Yun just went ahead and placed her underwear over my suit.

Looking in the mirror, it actually didn’t feel too out of place.

If you look closely, you’d notice, but from the camera’s view, it might not show as much.

“It’s fun—feels like a Hollywood makeover!”

Yeah, sure.

If you enjoyed, that’s all that matters, little sister.

Seol Yun pulled out a gray turtle neck and had me put it on.

Wow, it really makes me look like one of those big-busted characters straight out of a manga.

“Whoa!?”

“Hmm, 40% on the feel? You’d be exposed if anyone touched it.”

“Who am I going to let touch it?”

Not you either!

I managed to shoo Seol Yun away with a glaring eye-attack.

“Should we go outside?”

She’s smiling and suggesting some insane stuff.

If I go out in this, how will the neighbors look at me?

“Are you crazy?”

“Weren’t you planning to use it for this?”

“No, I wasn’t!”

“Then is this a cosplay streamer thing?”

Please don’t be curious about what kind of streaming I do.

I’m not ready mentally yet.

“It’s not for broadcasting. Absolutely not.”

This broadcast won’t have anything like this.

“Then why did you buy it?”

When she asked why I bought it, I was at a loss for an excuse.

Why did I buy this?

“I drank too much and… made a mistake?”

“What?”

“Don’t ask me for more details, please.”

Let’s respect personal privacy.

As it was, I ended up gifting Seol Yun’s underwear and turtle neck to her.

I just obtained a disguise set!

*

Try it TV and its connected login ID lead to Write it, a community providing various streamers’ communication spaces.

Any streamer with over 1,000 total view counts can apply for a bulletin board.

With Sol’s application, her dedicated bulletin board opened.

[Writer: Triple Sol] [Title: No.1 Fan]

[11111]

─[Damnit, someone else got it.]

─[That nickname feels familiar….]

└[No spamming]

─[Did you wait 24 hours to get the first comment?]

└[32 hours… nearly died.]

└[Crazy fool ㅋㅋ]

└[What’s so important about being the first commenter?]

└[The first comment on a star’s board must be mine!]

└[Can’t help the urge to be first ㅇㅇ]

└[Somehow….]

└[Even with phone number verification, there’re crazy people.]

The Teamfight Arena Gallery allows one to hide personal information thoroughly if planned carefully, whereas Write it requires phone number certification to post comments, effectively risking one’s life for naughty posts.

└[Judge, this comment was typed by my cat.]

└[Are you back to your senses?]

└[Seems not.]

By engaging in business and creating a communication board.

It felt like erecting various buildings on a barren highland.

Watching a streamer grow is such a delightful experience, though it feels like they’ve grown too quickly.

[Writer: GreenHornedMushroom] [Title: When is this lady’s next stream?]

[They seemed so eager, but why the silence?]

─[Believe in the sister, she’ll post today.]

└[Hmm… Since the last stream was a week ago, won’t it be the same this time?]

└[Nah, not likely.]

└[Breath-holding till the sister returns!]

└[I’m already dead.]

But why is there no update from the actual streamer?

A chilling omen passed by my back.

[Writer: DentureThiefOfTheSeniorCenterSol] [Title: You promised to post a notice, didn’t you?]

[Where’s the notice? Show up, please.]

─[Ice cold. A dagger of betrayal hit my chest.]

└[Did she ghost?]

─[She looks like a stray dog now.]

└[I trust the sister, trust the legend.]

└[She went to America, I tell you!]

─[Didn’t you say you’d aim for the top Challenger spot?]

└[Really?]

└[Maybe, you know.]

└[Lol, stop teasing.]

[Writer LikesNoksuTooMuchBigV] [Title: Searching for a missing Host]

[Features: Beautiful fingers. Tends to make false promises. Promised to return soon.]

─[Makes false promises but said she’d return soon?]

└[……..]

└[Ghosted like a stray dog. lol]

─[Aww! Mom! I said I’d come back before finishing all the candy!]

└[Is this from personal experience?]

└[This is becoming a cyber orphanage.]

Someone, please find our legend.

…

A community platform connected with login IDs for various streamer communications, where anyone with over 1,000 view counts can apply for a bulletin board.

It seemed business was growing as the streamer expanded her interactions.

But why is the streamer absent while her viewers eagerly wait?

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