The Villain is Too Good at Broadcasting

Saturday came really quickly.

The clip of me being knocked out by a cat in the horror game was still popular on various sites, and there were numerous discussions among viewers.

Among the major streamers, Dong-su was infamous for being bad at horror games.

Since both Husu and I were revealed to be cowards due to the recent punishment, there was a prevailing opinion among viewers that the next punishment should be a joint broadcast of the three of us.

Cruel people.

Next time, there would be no punishments.

I wouldn’t even give them the chance to impose a punishment.

Sigh.

Horror games.

No matter how much I thought about it, they just didn’t suit me at all.

I slowly nodded while lightly stretching my body.

Normally, I always wore training clothes, but today I was wearing the suit I had bought with Na-young last time.

The reason was that I had a guest coming today.

Well, calling them a guest felt a bit off, but a guest was a guest.

“Hyung, who’s coming today?”

Jin-hyuk, who seemed to have just returned from the gym in the apartment complex, came into the house sweating.

I nodded at Jin-hyuk’s question and answered.

“That high school kid from the last broadcast, remember?”

“Oh, Tae-hoon?”

“Yeah, Tae-hoon. Tae-hoon and his father are coming to see me today.”

Jin-hyuk sighed deeply and said.

“Why do you always have so much content, hyung?”

“Jealous?”

“Of course I’m jealous.”

Hidden by my horror game antics, the videos about Tae-hoon were also drawing considerable attention.

The kid who ended up on my radar as the streamer who deals with bad players.

The school violence issue had started to emerge, and stories about him were spreading everywhere.

It was all his own doing.

If he had been someone who quietly played games diligently like Seong-shin, none of this would have happened.

Society no longer tolerated school violence, and I felt the same way.

I remembered how tough it was when I was in school.

I couldn’t study hard because I was paying for Jin-hyuk’s hospital bills, and most of my school memories were of friends teasing me for being poor.

…Sometimes I feel like seeing those guys who called me a beggar back then.

Anyway.

I also detested school violence to the point of hatred.

Of course, I couldn’t have any positive feelings towards Tae-hoon.

“Hyung, I’m heading out.”

“Where to?”

“I’m meeting them at a café nearby.”

“Wasn’t Tae-hoon’s dad the head of a law firm? Be careful, hyung.”

“What’s there for me to be careful about?”

Seong-jae had offered to join me today, but I declined.

I just felt it wasn’t necessary.

After a brief farewell with Jin-hyuk, I headed straight to the meeting place.

A café near Gwangmyeong Station.

Arriving there on time, I found a middle-aged man in a neat suit and a student with his head down waiting for me.

Maybe because it was Saturday morning.

The café wasn’t crowded, and the middle-aged man, who appeared to be Tae-hoon’s father, stood up and approached me.

He bowed his head and spoke.

“I am Tae-hoon’s father. Thank you so much for taking the time to come.”

“I just came out for a walk, so it’s no big deal.”

Tae-hoon’s father handed me his business card as he spoke.

– Dae-sun Law Firm, Representative Shin Seo-jin.

I had a business card made for situations like this, thanks to the ChickenBox side.

I took out a card from my wallet and handed it to Tae-hoon’s father.

“This is my business card.”

That should suffice for a first greeting.

Tae-hoon’s father then looked at Tae-hoon and said.

“What are you doing? Lift your head and greet him properly.”

Tae-hoon reluctantly lifted his head at his father’s words, revealing the face of a male student wearing a mask.

Hmm.

A mask.

“Is he wearing a mask because of the current epidemic?”

I hinted as I spoke, and Tae-hoon’s father apologized and then forcibly removed the mask himself.

Literally tore it off.

He grabbed the mask with his hand and yanked it off roughly.

They must have a strict household.

Despite his father’s forceful action, Tae-hoon said nothing and just bit his lip.

Without the mask, Tae-hoon’s face was much more handsome than I had expected.

He didn’t seem to have customized his character much in <League of Storms>, but annoyingly, he resembled the guy who used to bully me in school.

In other words, he was very good-looking.

I looked at Tae-hoon and spoke.

“Tae-hoon, nice to meet you.”

Even at my greeting, Tae-hoon trembled and didn’t answer.

You’d think his father would say something seeing his son like that, but he just stared at him in silence.

Tae-hoon glanced between me and his father, then spoke in a barely audible voice.

“Hello…”

“Our Tae-hoon, who used to mercilessly attack me in the game, why so shy now?”

A man should have a backbone.

You should be able to curse confidently in front of anyone.

At my words, Tae-hoon lowered his head again and answered.

“I’m sorry. Really… I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I didn’t come here today to get an apology. You don’t need to apologize to me. I just wanted to see your face, and maybe have a productive conversation.” 𝑅

I turned my gaze to Tae-hoon’s father.

Then I spoke in a slightly softer voice.

“Do you think Tae-hoon can sue my viewers?”

The memorable statement Tae-hoon made during my last interview.

– I’ll sue everyone who insults me.

Because of Tae-hoon’s incredibly malicious behavior on my broadcast, many viewers were furious.

And his “sue” statement only added fuel to the fire.

At my question, Tae-hoon’s father shook his head firmly.

That’s clear then.

If the head of a law firm says so, the possibility is low.

Good.

I had already thought of a way to use this school violence perpetrator.

I wasn’t a saint like Jesus or Buddha, and it would be disgraceful to let someone who insulted me off the hook.

So I had been preparing something.

After taking a sip of the coffee that had appeared, I looked back and forth between Tae-hoon and his father and spoke.

“How much did you know about Tae-hoon’s school violence?”

“My wife and I had no idea. The school only contacted us to say he was doing well.”

Did they really know nothing?

When I looked at Tae-hoon as if finding it hard to believe, he confessed the truth on his own.

“I just… I just gave them money.”

“Money?”

“I gave the parents of the kid I hit about 1 million won. Their family is poor… so… just like that…”

“Huh.”

Isn’t this kid a real piece of trash?

Having already heard this once, Tae-hoon’s father sighed deeply before bowing his head and speaking.

“This is all because I failed in raising my child properly.”

I waved my hand dismissively and answered.

“To be honest, that has nothing to do with me, so I think you should apologize to that kid, not me.”

“You’re absolutely right.”

That wasn’t the important thing today.

The crucial part was how Tae-hoon could be useful to me.

The most important thing was to guide him into participating in the content.

I cleared my throat and, with a glint in my eye, subtly asked Tae-hoon.

“Tae-hoon, thanks to you, I got some great video footage this time.”

“…Yes.”

“So, I’m thinking of giving you a chance.”

“A… a chance?”

“Yes, a chance.”

Do you know when someone’s eyes change?

It’s when a lifeline is thrown to them in a desperate situation.

This kid must have felt omnipotent at school not too long ago, but since appearing on my broadcast, he must have been under constant threat.

It’s obvious even without seeing it.

Seong-shin was like that too.

But.

What if I made a sweet proposal in the midst of all that?

“What… kind of chance? I can really… really work hard.”

No one would find it easy to refuse.

Even with his father beside him, it didn’t matter.

This was business between me and him.

I looked at Tae-hoon and nodded satisfactorily. Then, I cheerfully threw out a line.

“Do you know Doo-sik?”

4.

The Saturday morning meeting with Tae-hoon and his father ended very productively.

In the end, Tae-hoon practically became my broadcast slave.

We agreed to film ten MyTube videos visiting students with Doo-sik and Tae-hoon, and thanks to Tae-hoon’s father’s immediate consent, the contract was successfully completed.

Ironically, thanks to his father being the head of a law firm, we didn’t need any legal advice.

At least Tae-hoon’s father had a shred of conscience, which was fortunate.

As a result, I now had content that could be used whenever needed.

School violence.

This is a really sensitive issue.

It’s a problem that becomes more serious with each passing era.

This means that the attention-grabbing factor on MyTube would also be quite high.

I was worried because there weren’t any promising new games coming out lately, but now I felt good about securing various types of content.

Fortunately, Tae-hoon didn’t do many worse things like extorting money from his friends or committing more heinous acts.

It was a relief he didn’t commit such extreme crimes to the point of being unbearable to deal with.

Well, school violence doesn’t really have degrees, but at least he was usable for content.

Like in Doo-sik’s case, there was at least a slight chance for rehabilitation.

Anyway, with the content secured, I returned home feeling satisfied.

It was when I got home and had a quick lunch of ramen.

Ring ring ring.

A leisurely weekend lunch.

Who could be calling at such a sweet moment of rest?Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It wouldn’t be Seong-jae.

“Hmm.”

– Yojoom Kids PD Sung.

It was a call from PD Sung, the producer in charge of <Yojoom Kids>.

He had mentioned that a filming schedule would be set soon, so it seemed like an official filming date had been fixed.

“Hello?”

Feeling good at the thought of receiving an appearance fee, I answered the call in a brighter voice than ever.

– Are you upset about getting a call on the weekend?

“Oh no, if it’s a call from PD Sung, I’d answer even on vacation. And for us streamers, weekends and weekdays aren’t much different.”

– The filming date and game have been confirmed. I wanted to inform you in advance and get some advice, so I called. I think it’s a game that Mr. Chan-sik will be quite satisfied with.

Is it time for <Yojoom Kids> filming?

Work should be continuous to be good.

I smiled broadly and replied.

“What game is it?”

And moments later.

He delivered news that was hard to believe.

– Haha! I recently watched Mr. Chan-sik’s broadcast, and we got a sponsorship for a game that came in just at the right time. Since you love horror games so much… Mr. Chan-sik? Are you listening? Mr. Chan-sik? Hello?