Chapter 523

I wrapped up the broadcast and let Saetbyeol into the room.

“Della is free! Ugh, it was tough standing there.”

She jumped onto the bed, completely messing up the neatly arranged blankets.

The manager, who was watching the broadcast in real-time, asked me how it went.

[Eborum: It seems like Della’s voice came through, is everything okay? I’ve deleted the replay for now.]

People were buzzing with all kinds of speculations from the community.

It seemed the impact was even greater since it was right after Adella’s graduation broadcast.

[Noname: It’s fine. It’s not like this is the first or second time we’ve almost been caught. It’ll blow over soon.]

I should be grateful that technology has advanced so quickly in this world.

If we say Adella spoke through the hologram projector, it’s all cleared up.

The audio quality was so good that it didn’t make much of a difference from a real person’s voice.

Who would publicly display a hologram avatar?

Surprisingly, you can see them frequently at Hakgyeoul Station, so it wouldn’t seem that strange.

[Eborum: Oh my gosh, check out this post. It’s giving me chills. They’re saying you combined a humanoid robot with Adella?]

[Noname: I’m not an engineer, how could I…?]

[Eborum: Since you’re NaeMe, they probably think you can do anything. Terminator Adella!]

[Noname: I don’t know, what is that? It sounds scary.]

Some seemed to be eagerly spreading rumors that I was inventing some groundbreaking technology to amaze the world.

It’s not new technology, but new magic.

I approached the flapping Saetbyeol and swatted her lightly.

“Hey!”

“Even if I told you to light up when you want, do you know how complicated things get when you’re caught with no prep?”

“I didn’t know you were going to broadcast… PooPoo.”

“If you’re going to do it at all, do it after the national exchange match. Until then, live quietly.”

“Is there any way I could do that?”

“Oh, and congratulations on graduating as a virtual YouTuber. That’s something to celebrate, right?”

“Were you watching the broadcast?”

“I caught a glimpse while I was on my way back from the airport.”

Saetbyeol’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wow, I can’t believe NaeMe watched my broadcast too…! Hehe, thank you, unnie!”

“By the way, did you watch it with Dad?”

“Gyaaaaaak!”

Saetbyeol couldn’t handle the embarrassment and buried her face in the pillow.

That much embarrassment…

After calming down a moment later, Saetbyeol unfolded the crumpled blanket and said, “NaeMe unnie, did you see the crowd gathered in front of the hotel?”

“No, I came through the underground parking lot, so I didn’t see it. Are they my fans?”

“Well, I really don’t think they’re fans. They were blowing some weird horns? Like a bugle.”

I opened the curtains and windows, releasing the noise-canceling magic.

Bwoooom!

A sharp noise that hit my eardrums.

It felt like a massive swarm of bees cutting through the air all at once.

My head ached, and I felt like I might go deaf if I listened for too long.

“Are they protesting or something?”

I leaned over the balcony to count the people.

There were approximately 100 people visible on the street.

I even spotted a few women in hijabs and abayas.

As soon as I showed myself, the crowd cheered and all started blowing their horns.

Bwoooom!

Even though it was a relatively tall building, the sound was distinct.

[Cast: Optical Telescope]

“This is a vuvuzela.”

An instrument once used by African tribes as a signal during wars.

Now, it’s more commonly used in sports to cheer, or more accurately, to disrupt.

They even installed sound lens magic at the end of the vuvuzela to target me persistently.

Of course, even a shabby first-circle magic couldn’t completely block the sound diffusion.

“Hey! Can you stop the horn noise?! Ugh, I’m going to lose my mind!”

The ones who were inconvenienced were the people living near the hotel.

* * *

[Next news.

Saudi Arabian citizens are being criticized for disturbing the Korean team’s rest before the match against Noname at the national exchange competition.

In front of the Korean team’s lodging in La Defense, France, some Saudi fans are causing a commotion by blowing horns.

Residents living near the hotel immediately came out to protest, and some even got into physical confrontations, resulting in intense exchanges.

The police, arriving on the scene as things escalated, tried to calm the situation, but expressed confusion as the people repeatedly dispersed and gathered again.]

-Wow, just look at the level of national character lolololol

-What the… I can’t hear anything inside the hotel anyway.

-Why are they doing this to Noname? Please, just let them focus on the game.

-I’m worried this could affect their performanceㅠㅠ

-What even is this, lololol the police had to come out and this nonsense

-I want to sew their mouths shut, seriously.

-There must be hundreds of them, and they’re saying that’s just some?

The Saudi fans’ aggressive disruption continued late into the night.

The police were deployed in case of emergencies, but the fans cleverly attempted to walk the legal line.

The reporters present at the scene tried to investigate why they were doing this.

“Don’t you feel the gaze of others?”

“No, not at all! We’re all fans of Noname! Wow, I love Korea!”

Self-proclaimed fans were noisily blowing their horns.

While their intent was obvious, there were no means to stop them.

In the middle of this, a group of motorcyclists with their high beams turned on suddenly showed up.

“Now they’ve become bikers?”

Even the reporters on the scene were taken aback.

Vroom—

But surprisingly, the ones who got off the motorbikes all pulled big plastic bags from their trunks and sequentially laid them on the ground.

“40 portions of halal kebab, here you go!”

“20-minute delivery for turkey burgers!”

“What’s all this?”

“They say it’s from Noname, who bought it with their own money for you. Please, take it.”

“For us to eat? Can we really take it? Huh?”

Inspecting the plastic bags revealed that the food bore an official halal certification mark.

The Saudi fans couldn’t hide their confusion.

As one or two started tasting the kebabs, the others hurriedly followed suit, ripping open the packaging.

From then on, the food kept being replenished.

The streets became calm almost instantly.

While they chatted with each other, the horn blowing that had been tormenting them seemed to fade away.

Once the excitement cooled down, those who finished eating began to leave.

“Wow, this is amazing… it got quiet.”

Enchanted by the miraculous scene, the reporters captured everything on live cameras.

[Real-time) Noname distributed 1000 portions of halal food to toxic fans lololol

(Situation in front of the Korean team’s lodging.jpg)

Everyone is busy eating lololol

Is Noname really an angel? A genius? Pick one.

[Comments]

-LOL, silencing 1000 people like that lololol

-Right there with the saintly nature

-When animals bark, it’s really asking for food.

-Can’t believe it haha

-Anyway, it wouldn’t have been heard inside the hotel, so it was considerate of the locals.

-Just eat and go away lololol

[Something frustrating about the Noname 1000 portion incident]

If they throw a tantrum and get free food, won’t they come back to throw another tantrum tomorrow?

The police should have just arrested them and thrown them all in jail.

Am I the only one who thinks this?

[Comments]

-It’s not that they’re afraid, it’s that they’re dirty.

-You shouldn’t interact with those kinds of people.

-After all, tomorrow is the last night before the game.

-In the end, those people are just going to get scolded, and Noname’s image will improve, so it’s fine, right?

-I think Noname handled it maturely.

[Emergency notice) Noname’s official lightning fan meeting]

[📌42 rue Blomet, 75015 Paris, France – Bong Restaurant]

[Hello, this is Noname. I suddenly wanted pork belly late at night and came to my dad’s acquaintance’s restaurant~ If you’re in France right now, I’m treating the first 100 people to pork belly~]

Crazy lololol I can’t believe how bold Noname is lolol

Is this 100% intentional?

[Comments]

-“Pork” lololol

-They weren’t even in the hotel, right? They made a thousand fools.

-Do we really have to go all the way to that Korean restaurant?

-I’m buying my own pork belly, what can you all do about it?

-Muslims crying

-What a waste to live half a life without something so delicious tsk tsk

-Ah, what a relief, lololol

* * *

Sizzle—

As the grill heated up, the unique aroma of pork belly spread throughout the air.

The brown sheen began to glisten even more on the surface of the meat.

Before I got too captivated by the roaring flames, I stuffed a piece of pork belly into my mouth with tongs.

“Yum.”

Everyone in the restaurant focused on my chewing.

The crispy outer texture combined with the soft and juicy taste spread in my mouth, gently enveloping my tongue.

Even without dipping it in salt or ssamjang, the savory flavor climbed up my throat and reached my nose.

I felt my mouth fill with happiness.

“Ah, it’s so delicious.”

“Whoa!”

As soon as I said that, everyone raised their soju glasses in a toast.

Why is pork belly always tastier at night than for dinner?

I moved around the tables, greeting fans.

“Hello! Do you like the grilled ribs?”

“Ahhh, I’m so happy to see NaeMe here in France! The food is so delicious too!”

“I’m glad to hear that. Enjoy yourselves.”

“You seem to get along really well with your father! I saw you two making ssam together just now. Haha, NaeMe is so shy!”

I leaned down and whispered in the ear of a man.

“Actually, Dad makes it because I don’t like too many vegetables.”

“Hahaha! But you need to eat a lot if you want to grow tall!”

I narrowed my eyes and shot him a glare.

“You need to have a lot of meat! Dad doesn’t know.”

“Indeed. Thank you for your support.”

“Yes, fighting for the round of 16!”

After making my way around all 25 tables, I returned to my spot.

Professor Cheon was grilling the marinated ribs.

He made a ssam with three layers of lettuce and said, “I heard everything earlier, NaeMe. Now open wide.”

“Mmm!”

My cheeks puffed up like a hamster in an instant.

Barely swallowing the food in my mouth, I stuck my tongue out.

“It doesn’t taste like meat at all…”

“Because there’s no meat in it.”

“Can I report you for domestic violence?”

“Hahaha!”

Munch munch—

The three-layer lettuce made the first bite and the aftertaste bitter and unpleasant.