Chapter 70

In the situation where I was being hugged by Sunchoo, an alarm sound came.

Ding.

“Who is it? Huh? It’s Uncle Kang Hangeul.”

[Arang. I’m broadcasting right now, but can we meet? Ever since you appeared in the PVP arena, the gallery is on fire, and everyone is going crazy wanting to see Arang. I can’t handle it;;; Help me.]

Well, it’s true that I haven’t appeared on the broadcast since the first WFK race.

And since there’s no content to do with Pinkubelly unnie anymore, I haven’t done any YouTube filming either.

I sent a whisper to Uncle Kang Hangeul saying okay.

[Okay, okay, let’s go.]

[Thank you so much!! Then, shall we meet at the Guild House?]

[Okay (ㅇㅅㅇ)b]

“Unnie, unnie.”

“Yeah.”

“Uncle Kang Hangeul contacted me to do a broadcast together after a long time.”

“Really? Then wait a moment. Ugh…!”

Sunchoo picked me up, hugged me tightly, and then put me down.

“Arang. You know unnie likes Arang, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then that’s enough. Let’s go!”

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I know all about Arang’s situation.

She got sick, and to save her, they had to cut off her limbs, and her heart was hurt.

I can’t forget the shock when I first saw Arang.

She was a girl who shone brighter than anyone else, but in reality, she was a girl more dead than anyone else.

But despite that appearance, I realized that she still had that bright heart inside Leore.

I knew it…

Seeing Arang talk about her situation with a smile breaks my heart.

I can’t imagine how much pain, hardship, and worry this bright and cute girl must have gone through to be so bright.

‘I will protect Arang!’

Sunchoo, who had already decided to block all external attacks, knowing that Arang already had so much pain and trials.

‘By the way, Anna said she’s starting Leore, but will Anna, who has never played the game before, do well…?’

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“Everyone, it’s been a while.”

-Aha~

-Nooooooooooong

-Kya~ Arang in assassin outfit hororororo

-Arang, I love you!

-Aha! Aha!

“Thank you, Arang. Really, these kids are all a bit crazy.”

-Streamer?

-Are you saying we’re stupid?

-Streamer, what do you mean by that?

“Eh. What’s with this. It’s surprisingly fun to read these chats.”

-Kya, Arang, please stream for us!

-Our gallery owner is finally streaming!

-Let the celebrations begin!

-For real, please stream.

“Streaming seems too hard.”

-????????????

-I’ll donate, so please stream!

-What do you mean?

-For real?

-Kyeeeeeeek

I laughed at the intense reaction in the chat.

“I’ll just appear on uncle’s broadcast occasionally like this.”

-For real, I’m mad, but seeing that smile makes me smile like a dad.

-Isn’t her smile just too cute?

-Why can’t you stream?

-Noooooooong

The reason I don’t stream is simple.

It’s bothersome. Of course, I’m in the virtual world almost 24/7, but I have to manage the chat, and I just like lounging in bed or playing games without worrying about anyone’s judgment.

Streamers who stick to a strict schedule and entertain people—that’s impossible for me.

I’m just not that diligent.

“Why didn’t you log in for a week?”

“Uncle, didn’t you know?”

“Arang. Aren’t I in the same guild as you?”

“Right. Uncle, you’re not in our guild, are you?”

With WFK and all, and participating so much in dungeons and hunts, I just thought uncle was part of the guild without thinking.

The guild notice said I didn’t log in because I was sick, and only a very few knew it was because of my period.

-I thought Arang quit Leore.

-For real, I thought she disappeared right after WFK.

-Arang, who logged in every single day without fail.

-Not logging in for a week, something must have happened.

-For real, she missed all the daily and weekly quests.

“It’s—”

“Wait a moment!”

Just as I was about to explain why I didn’t log in for a week, uncle urgently cut me off with a loud voice.

-Leader, what are you doing?

-Why are you blocking our Arang’s mouth?

-Leader, ㄷㅊ (do something).

“Guys, wait, wait, I’ll turn off the mic for a moment.”

-Hey, what are you doing? Hey!

-Turn on the mic!

-Why are you the only one listening!?

“Uncle, why did you suddenly turn off the mic?”

“Arang, the reason you couldn’t log in for a week, was it because of your illness…”

“Eh, what are you talking about? I’m really healthy. It has nothing to do with illness, and it’s fine to talk about it on the broadcast.”

“Really? That’s a relief. Then should I turn on the mic?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry, everyone. I suddenly needed to discuss something urgently.”

-Narak narak

-Narak, leader, tell us right now what you said!

-Tell us

-Narak narak narak narak

-Naaarak! Naaarak!

“It’s nothing, I just explained why I didn’t log in for a week. Uncle did nothing wrong.”

-You’re not sick, are you?

-Arang, you can’t be sick.

“I’m not sick, well, I am sick, but it’s not a big deal.”

“What? You just said you weren’t sick!”

“I am sick, but it’s not a dangerous sickness.”

“There’s a dangerous sickness…?”

-No, save our Arang!

-Arang, don’t die!

-Is it that rumor that was subtly spreading in the gallery?

“The reason I didn’t log in for a week is that I started my period for the first time and was in a lot of pain. So I rested until my period ended.”

“Wha, wha, what!? Wait, I’ll turn off the broadcast!”

Uncle urgently turned off the stream and the mic.

-????????????????

-Huh????

-What did I just hear?

-Per, period…?

-????????

-Arang, Arang, what are you saying…

-Huh?

-Wow

-LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

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[Leore Gallery]

[Reason Gallery Owner Didn’t Log In for a Week] [417]

Our gallery owner experienced her first magical day.

But she said it so casually and directly on Kang Hangeul’s broadcast that my brain froze LOLOLOLOLOLOL

I thought I heard wrong.

“The reason I didn’t log in for a week is that I started my period for the first time and was in a lot of pain. So I rested until my period ended.”

She just said it like that LOLOLOLOLOLOL I don’t know if I should call her straightforward or just too innocent.

Kang Hangeul, the gallery owner, was so shocked and urgently turned off the stream and mic, it was legendary LOLOLOLOLOLOL

And one bad news. Our gallery owner said she won’t stream…

I think everyone knows the reason.

[Comments]

Our gallery owner is really too natural LOLOLOL

-No, who just says they got their period like that LOLOLOL

-I couldn’t log in because of my period LOLOLOLOLOLOL

I want to say something bad, but it might be dangerous to say it to the gallery owner, so I’ll hold back.

-Just keep holding back.

-Hold your breath for an hour.

But usually, the first period is at 15, right?

-If it’s really late, it can be at 15, but it’s not normal.

-Probably because of Arang’s body.

-Yeah, seems like it.

-??? Is the gallery owner’s health bad?

-There are many new fans of our gallery owner from this WFK, so they might never know.

-For real? What nonsense are you talking about? Just say it.

-Sigh, read the gallery notice first. I’ll block you. I don’t want to get blocked in the gallery.

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“Arang!”

“Uncle, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong!? I’m going crazy here!”

Kang Hangeul’s head started throbbing in the most dangerous situation in broadcast history.

Of course, talking about her period isn’t a big deal, but the scene being broadcast right now was quite dangerous.

A 30-something uncle next to a girl who looks under 15 talking about her period is a scene straight out of a hentai.

“How am I supposed to handle this?”

The chat is already chaos, destruction, oblivion.

The viewers were all flustered by Arang’s confession.

“Uncle, I think it’s better to just turn on the broadcast. Otherwise, weird rumors might spread.”

“Sigh… Yeah. Let’s do that. Arang, can you tone it down a bit…? Please…!”

“Okay. Got it.”

“Good. Promise? Huh? I’ll turn it on?”

Kang Hangeul looked at Arang with an uneasy expression and turned the broadcast back on.

“We’re back~”

-Noooooooong

-Arang, our Arang had her magical day.

-I instantly understood why she disappeared for a week LOLOLOLOLOLOL

-For real LOLOLOLOLOLOL

-I’m shocked…

-But it seems Arang was in a lot of pain.

“Yeah. I think I’m the type who gets a lot more pain than others. I really thought I might die from the stomach pain.”

Kang Hangeul sighed deeply watching Arang casually talk to the viewers about her period.

After some time, the conversation naturally shifted to other topics.

“Arang, how about creating a way to communicate with your fans?”

“Fans? Do I have fans?”

-Arang, you don’t have fans… Are we not people?ㅠㅠ

-We’re here! We exist!

-Leader, well said.

-Please make a cafe or something!

-For real, anything, please.

“It seems like everyone wants it… Hmm… What is there?”

“Cafe, Twitter, Discord, YouTube, Instagram?”

“All things I don’t use.”

-Not using any SNS in this day and age, you’re like a nun.

-Really, she only plays games ㄷㄷ

“Then should I make a cafe? It might be easier to recruit people for raids later.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea? It’ll be easier to manage. If I don’t like someone, I can just kick them out.”

-Nice, finally the leader is doing something.

-If you make a cafe, let us know!

-I’ll join right away.

“If I make it, I’ll tell Uncle Kang Hangeul. I’ll write in the gallery after a long time.”

-Yesss finally!

-Now it won’t be lonely anymore!

-Noooooooong!

-Thank you thank you thank you.

-By the way, why did you make the boundary line with a custom character?

“Huh? This?”

Arang pointed to the line on her arm.

“This is because my limbs—eup.”

“Arang, please…!”

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