[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 5

Ding-dong!

[Your voice begins to approach Cheondo (Heavenly Peach)]

With the message, a pink light suddenly starts to scatter.

Like cherry blossoms fluttering, a dazzling array of light continuously swirls.

The pink light, pouring down in a frenzy, rushes toward me and then disappears as if it was never there.

And the changed skill window.

───

[Voice Approaching Cheondo]★

A peach scent is added to your voice.

The skill level increases with each purchase.

[Price: 10 million won]

The price, which had been doubling, suddenly became 10 million won.

Moreover, the description in the skill explanation, which had said it would become more beautiful, had changed like a beverage additive.

“What’s that star? Huh!”

Startled, I instinctively covered my mouth.

“Ah, ah. Wow, what is this? So cool.”

Did the skill awaken at level 5? A star appeared, and my voice seemed to have changed significantly.

The beautiful voice tickles my ears.

It feels like the voice itself is emitting a fragrance.

Sweetness has been added to the voice itself.

It’s a sweet peach scent that’s hard to describe, something you can almost smell in the sound.

Even though it’s my own voice, I can’t help but marvel.

What would happen if a cigarette scent mixed with this?

─Click, click.

Lighting a lighter, I bring the cigarette to my lips and take a drag. Bitter smoke fills my mouth.

“Huu─ The cigarette scent doesn’t really mix in.”

It’s a scent you feel, not smell, to the point where it’s hard to describe.

Even the sound of exhaling smoke feels beautiful, and I don’t get tired of it.

Smoking absentmindedly, the cigarette filter burns out, and harsh smoke rises.

I stub out the burnt cigarette and head back home, slumping into my computer chair.

“Let’s see, how much money is left… Status Window!”

Ding-dong!

“Ah, the ding-dong is here.”

The sound of the ding-dong brings a sense of peace.

[Remaining Amount: 450,000 won]

“I’m screwed.”

The aftermath of selling my future and choosing the drug called “skill” quickly caught up.

With only half a month left to pay the next month’s rent for my one-room apartment, I’m intoxicated by the real-time changes in my voice.

A list of next month’s utility bills flashes through my mind.

Rent, electricity, gas, internet, mobile phone bills—money just slips away even when I’m just breathing.

Even a rough mental calculation shows that 450,000 won is nowhere near enough.

With no money left for food after paying the bills, a sigh escapes me.

I guess I’ll have to do what I planned, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll have to do manual labor or drive for a delivery service.

I turn on the computer, move the mouse, and search for jobs I can do with my voice.

“For example, there are voice actors. Book casters who read books? There’s all sorts of weird stuff out there.”

The more I search, the more it feels like I’m diving into the dark side.

“Damn, it’s not prostitution, but what the hell is game trading?”

Upon looking it up, game trading is mostly a system where women get paid to play games with men who play alone.

Looking through the honest reviews I found through my search, most men who applied for game trading seemed frustrated that the female duo partners were too unskilled.

On the other hand, the women doing game trading were fuming, calling some of the men perverts who make lewd jokes.

“No matter how close to bankruptcy I am, is this really the way?”

No matter how much I think about it, this doesn’t seem right. The world is full of all sorts of messed-up things.

“Sigh. This is really the last resort.”

It’s a situation where you can’t help but sigh.

Summarizing what I’ve searched, there are mainly two things to do moving forward. No, including game trading and all that nonsense, it’s three things in total.

Plan B is to keep doing what I’ve been doing, working physically.

With this ambiguous appearance where you can’t even tell if I’m a woman or a man, it’s hard to do jobs that require showing my face.

“Starting with Plan A?”

As I erase the notes I’ve written down one by one, only one remains.

Triple Net.

A monstrous platform backed by the world’s largest logistics company with a market cap exceeding 920 trillion, which landed in Korea from abroad and crushed all existing personal broadcasting platforms.

If the country is a small boat, Triple Net’s parent company is an aircraft carrier.

A world-integrated logistics company that seems to have gone wrong somewhere, to a crazy extent.

With a parent company that seems to surpass nations, it must have bulldozed through various platforms.

Triple Net is also a platform I visit when I’m bored and the first starting point I chose.

To start properly, I need to create a new account.

“What should I set as my nickname?”

It’s a once-in-a-lifetime dilemma more grueling than writing a self-introduction.

It’s a dilemma any gamer who loves games would understand.

Choosing a nickname.

“Something ridiculous? Or a pretty nickname?”

As I continue to ponder, I think of Par, who brought me to this situation.

If I want Par to help and also build my recognition, using my real name might be better.

“Let’s go! This is my first start!”

I log in with the newly created ID and, without hesitation, press the start broadcasting button.

Even if I start right away, having just taken my first step, there won’t be any viewers coming in, not even a rookie like Hako.

The meme of Durahan, which started from the headless monster in mythology.

Those who broadcast without showing their face or only reveal a part of their body, and now I’ve joined them.

“Will the room title attract some attention?”

<Broadcasting Day 1: The Talk of the Town, the Monster Rookie Bangjang>

“Hmm…”

After roughly setting the room title and starting the broadcast, I realized the microphone was worse than I thought.

Having been a hardcore RPG gamer in the past, I avoided using headsets that hurt my ears after long play sessions and instead used immersive in-ear earphones.

Just in case, I rummaged through the drawer and found a microphone.

A cheap stand microphone I bought for 3,000 won on a bargain market. Even that looked worse for wear after being left unused for so long.

Faintly recalling, I had bought it back when I needed it for voice orders during boss raids.

“Phew, phew… ugh, dust.”

After roughly dusting off the microphone, I connected it to the computer.

“Ah, microphone test.”

I went into the microphone test option in the settings and spoke, hearing my own voice in my ears.

Fortunately, it wasn’t broken and picked up sound, but there was a lot of noise.

“As long as it’s audible, it’s fine.”

While waiting for viewers to come, I fiddled with the sponsorship and broadcast-related options, and before I knew it, 20 minutes had passed.

Viewers: 0

“Is this the sadness of a newbie?”

With no more options to tweak, I waited blankly for people to show up, but no matter how long I waited, not a single person came.

“Hmm.”

If a viewer were to come, what should I show them?

First off, it probably shouldn’t be an RPG.

How many viewers would find it fun to watch someone leveling up and farming alone?

RPG games are for when the broadcast has gained some traction and recognition, relying half on commentary and half on gameplay. It doesn’t seem like something a newbie should do.

Even broadcasters who focus on such games rarely show leveling and item farming all day.

Most of them highlight item enhancement or PvP systems.

“Is there any game that can draw attention…?”

Being a versatile gamer, I’ve tried many things, but nothing immediately came to mind.

After some thought, I launched Panic Field, a popular battle royale FPS game that’s been flooding the market lately.

Panic Field is a game where you scavenge for melee weapons or firearms scattered across the field and fight to be the last one standing.

As the game started, a grand background score played, and a character standing on the battlefield appeared.

Before starting the game, I checked the options and noticed that the graphics settings had significantly increased since the last time I played.

With the average computer specs improving, many new graphics options had been added.

“What’s this ultra setting? I can barely handle medium settings.”

Not particularly fond of shooter games or good at them, I started the game with the mindset that I’d die quickly.

*Click.*

The game started with the sound of a mouse and a noisy airplane. The starting point of the plane is random. It could be at 6 o’clock or 3 o’clock direction. The plane travels in a straight line from one end to the other, and the 100 players on board free-fall to their desired points, scattering across the map. Especially, the center of the map is where most people gather, so only those confident in their skills jump down there. I decided to drop to the outskirts because going to the center seemed like a sure way to get slaughtered.

“Ugh, it’s been a while, I can’t get the hang of it.”

While rummaging through the deserted outskirts and picking up various weapons, a message popped up: <1 minute until poison gas is released on the map>. It’s a gimmick to prevent people like me from hiding in the outskirts. The gas spreads from the outskirts, forcing all players to eventually meet in the central area to determine the last survivor.

‘I’ll loot that area and head to the safe zone.’

Just as I entered a building for one last loot before heading to the safe zone…

*Bang!*

“Ah! Damn, you scared me!”

Turns out, there was a player hiding in the building until the very end. I went in with a relaxed shopping mindset and ended up like this.

<63rd place, you'll do better next time!>

“Sigh…”

I was so busy shopping that I didn’t even get to fire a single bullet before dying. Feeling drained, I stared blankly at the gray screen and realized I was live-streaming. Just in case, I minimized the game screen and checked the stream, and there was one viewer.

– [Absentee Cover]: What are you doing, Room Master?

– [Absentee Cover]: Not reading the chat??

– [Absentee Cover]: Just shopping alone lol

– [Absentee Cover]: Playing the game like it’s a stream, look at this

– [Absentee Cover]: No wonder these kids are like this

– [Absentee Cover]: What’s with the voice?

– [Absentee Cover]: Wow, Room Master’s moans are insane

– [Absentee Cover]: Eyes!! I love you!!

“What the hell, who is this guy?”