The Villain is Too Good at Broadcasting

Chapter 30 Evil Gang (2)

“Ah, I was scared for nothing. If I had known you were such a nice person….”

“Aren’t the viewers honestly a bit scary? If it were me, I would have banned them on sight.”

“I can handle it.”

There were still 30 minutes left until the start of the Armageddon event draw, so I was happily chatting with the newly joined streamers.

Initially, the streamers had been horrified when they realized I was “Shia,” but now they were more comfortable around me.

From what I heard, they thought I was truly a vicious and terrible villain.

When I asked why, they said it was because of my “Evil Gang” that had started to set up everywhere on Twipod.

Some even changed their nicknames to “Shia’s ㅁㅁ” and caused havoc, so it was understandable that they reacted that way.

Well, I would also hate it if viewers with other streamers’ nicknames came and caused trouble.

Hmm.

After a brief contemplation, I bowed politely and said to them,

“I apologize on behalf of my viewers….”

“Oh, don’t say that!”

“It’s the viewers’ fault, not the streamer’s. We really misunderstood, so it’s okay. Don’t worry too much!”

…Is that really so?

Most of the streamers gathered here waved their hands and smiled at my apology.

Such kind people.

It’s good to be on friendly terms for future internet broadcasting.

That way, when I run out of content later, I can aim for joint broadcasts, right?

In this community, connections are crucial.

While I was busily greeting the other streamers, it happened.

“Oh shit. Shia!”

“Ah, Kurmul-ji.”

“It’s the first time seeing you in person.”

Kurmul-ji, neatly dressed, approached me and held out his hand.

I grasped his hand and smiled.

“When I call your name later, you know what to do, right?”

“Of course.”

“Haha! I’ve already contacted the pro gamers! You’ll be surprised when you see them later.”

From the beginning, his confident tone made me feel a bit uneasy.

“The draw will start shortly, so streamers, please take your designated seats.”

While I was chatting with the streamers, the preparations for the draw seemed to have finished.

Following the host’s instruction, we each went to our designated seats.

Soon, a man and a woman slowly ascended the stage prepared in the center.

“I’m Streamer Got-tae, in charge of today’s Armageddon draw.”

“And I’m Streamer Picnic. Nice to meet you!”

Two major streamers considered the pillars of Twipod.

The draw proceeded immediately with their guidance.

“Chan-sik.”

While I was looking at the stage with a bored expression, Dong-su hyung, who was beside me, tapped my shoulder and spoke.

“Yes?”

“Say hi to the viewers.”

“Hyung, are you broadcasting?”

“Yeah, Twipod said it’s okay to stream. Let’s just chat while we cover the draw.”

A camera for internet broadcasting was already set up in front of Dong-su hyung with a stand.

It looked like Chicken Box had prepared in advance.

I lightly waved my hand at the camera.

“I didn’t want to see you guys today, but here we are again.”

The relatively mild chatroom instantly turned into a storm of capsaicin.

– Sha-ha!
– Ah-ha!
– Boss, have you arrived?
– Hyung-nim! Stop fooling around and go home to curse us quickly!
– What’s with the garbage smell as soon as you appear? lol
– I heard our villain showed up, so I logged in immediately. If you don’t want to die, start the broadcast!
– Message deleted by the admin….

Dong-su hyung’s chatroom rules were quite strict. And since it wasn’t a tough broadcast now, the chatbot automatically cut off the over-the-line comments.

Dong-su hyung glanced at the chatroom and clicked his tongue.

“Your viewers are hardcore.”

“I think so too.”

“If it were me, I would’ve just changed my nickname and broadcasted.”

Hmm….

Does that mean even experienced broadcasters find such chats difficult?

I looked at the chat filled with “Message deleted by the admin” and smirked.

– Please, get out of here! Don’t build two barracks here!
– lol, isn’t it essentially a forward two-barrack?
– Ma! Are we not the Evil Gang? Kan-bak and the Evil Gang are just a hair’s breadth apart! Ma!
– Wow, Kan-bak equals the Evil Gang?
– Don’t talk nonsense, you trashy bastards.

Even just joking among streamers, the chatroom burned on its own.

Ah, broadcasting really was easy sometimes.

After looking at the chatroom, Dong-su hyung and I slowly turned our gaze back to the stage.

There, the rules of the Armageddon event were being explained.

“The key point of this Armageddon event is that pro gamers will also participate! Currently, League of Storm is in off-season, and all teams in the first division have confirmed their participation. Each team will consist of three streamers and two pro gamers.”

Just as Kurmul-ji explained before.

An Armageddon event with pro gamers joining….

Since , the producer of League of Storm, was also sponsoring officially, it was quite an attractive event.

There aren’t many opportunities for pro gamers and streamers to create content together.

– But there are different levels among pro gamers, how will they balance that?
– Just shut up and watch. They’re not that thoughtless.
– Twipod events are thoughtless, isn’t that the usual?
– There’s always been talk, so there’ll be talk this time too. Just don’t expect much.

In the chatroom, arguments about the rules began to emerge.

It was a quite ambiguous issue.

Balancing the teams is crucial in such Armageddon events.

But surprisingly, the rules of the Armageddon event were shocking.

“The pro gamers will choose their teams. If more than three pro gamers apply to a team, the team will be decided by drawing lots.”

A rule that would ultimately be determined by the streamers’ popularity. It was truly a symbol of camaraderie.

Dong-su hyung shrugged his shoulders and spoke to me after hearing the host’s words.

“You know I have a lot of pro gamer friends, right? If they come to our team….”

“Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re in that team, right?”

“Ah….”

– lolololol, that’s heavy.
– Shock! Fear! There’s a person who kills with facts?
– It’s honestly true lol. One troll is more impactful than one knight lol.
– Isn’t Kan’s League of Storm tier Platinum?
– If he’s Platinum, then he’s human. By that logic, Shia is also Platinum….
– Don’t you know Bronze-Silver-Gold-Platinum?
– Where did Iron go?
– ? Is there such a thing as Iron? lol

Even so, turning on the broadcast like this wasn’t boring.

Leaving the stunned Dong-su hyung behind, I focused on the host’s words again.

The rule explanation had already ended, and the draw began immediately.

Each team leader went up on the stage and started calling their desired team members, and one team after another was completed.

Kurmul-ji’s turn was the seventh.

Should I call this fortunate? Until Kurmul-ji’s turn, no one called my name.

When it was Kurmul-ji’s turn, he confidently called my name into the microphone.

“I choose Streamer Shia.”

As soon as Kurmul-ji called my name, I stood up and headed to the stage.

While I was heading to the stage, Got-tae, who was looking at the host, slightly raised the tension and said,

“Ah, Streamer Shia is a newcomer who appeared like a comet last week, right? His skills are indisputable. He’s currently the hottest streamer on Twipod.”

“Then why did no one call his name?”

Streamer Picnic, genuinely curious, asked after hearing his words.

The banter between the two MCs was quite nice.

“Hmm. Personally, I think it’s because Shia’s style is burdensome.”

“Style?”

While their conversation continued, I was already on stage shaking hands with Kurmul-ji.

And slowly turned my head to look ahead.

“He has many nicknames like ‘Rip-fattman,’ but recently on Twipod, Shia is known as the king of villains. That’s what they’re calling him.”

Got-tae’s voice echoed throughout the venue.

…It’s embarrassing to say.

4.

The draw ended without any major issues.

Our team was decided as me, Kurmul-ji, and King Jong-woo.

The empty spots were jungle and support.

Kurmul-ji had assured us about that part, so decent pro gamers would probably join.

After the draw that day, the streamers gathered headed to the prepared dinner venue.

The originally scheduled Chicken Box dinner was postponed to the next time.

“I didn’t know Twipod would prepare like this.”

“Well, we can go to the second round ourselves later.”

“Let’s relax and have fun today.”

Nodding our heads, the Chicken Box members and I headed to the dinner venue arranged by Twipod.

It seemed they had rented an entire large pub; when we arrived, chicken and beer were already prepared.

Drinks for streamers who couldn’t or didn’t drink alcohol were also visible here and there.

With the dinner starting, I felt more comfortable and drank my beer.

“I wonder how much footage the Armageddon event will yield?”

After chugging down the 500cc draft beer in front of him, Dong-su hyung smacked his lips and said.

“If you get a solo kill in the lane against the pro gamers, you can make it a permanent highlight, right? Awesome.”

“I’m not sure about solo kills, but permanent highlights

seem certain.”

“What?”

“Hyung. Instead of focusing on skills, why don’t you aim for a comedy angle? It might be easier than winning the Armageddon event.”

“Yeah, oppa. Listen to Chan-sik. He has more viewers than you now.”

“Basically, Dong-su oppa is now subcontracted to Chan-sik. Admit it?”

“…You guys are really….”

While we were chatting and drinking, Sae-rin noona quietly spoke to Jin-hyuk, who was sipping beer next to me.

“Jin-hyuk, did you resolve that issue from last time?”

“I inquired, but there’s no reply yet.”

“You didn’t ask the Twipod administrators who were here earlier?”

Apparently, something had happened to Jin-hyuk.

Hearing her, I asked Jin-hyuk casually.

“What happened?”

“Oh, it was before you were discharged, hyung, so I didn’t….”

“Hey, Kim Jin-hyuk.”

As Jin-hyuk slowly began to explain, a woman approached our table.

Judging by the strong smell of alcohol, she had clearly been drinking heavily.

She seemed familiar.

Who is she?

“Ji-hyun, don’t do this here….”

“Unnie, step aside for a moment.”

Sae-rin noona stood up, trying to stop the woman named Ji-hyun.

But instead, the woman pushed Sae-rin noona aside in annoyance.

I watched the intriguing scene, swallowing hard.

“I asked for a separate reply, didn’t I? Why haven’t you answered?”

“Ji-hyun, this isn’t the place to….”

“Do you want me to ruin your broadcast? Huh? Should I? If you’re a small streamer, act like one and do as you’re told. Should I tell my oppa?”

Wow, the smell of alcohol.

It’s hard to believe she got this drunk in just an hour since the dinner started.

But her words piqued my interest.

Jin-hyuk, noticing my gaze, spoke to the woman named Ji-hyun.

“Let’s step outside for some air….”

“Stupid idiot. Do you really not know what will happen if you mess with me?”

“Excuse me.”

Hearing her words, I couldn’t help but laugh. Then, I slowly looked at her and ground my teeth.

“Who are you calling my brother an idiot?”

“And who are you to interfere?”

Ah.

I finally remembered who she was.

Streamer nickname: Hi-ing.

A person with an average of about 1,000 viewers, known for various controversial comments on Twipod. Of course, in a negative way.

Whether she didn’t recognize me due to the heavy drinking or because she usually didn’t pay attention to others, I didn’t know.

But one thing was certain, she insulted my brother right in front of me.

Loud enough for the whole dinner venue to hear.

No matter how much alcohol was involved, she definitely crossed the line.

I stood up slowly and said to her,

“I’m the older brother of the idiot you just insulted. Any problem?”

“What, what?”

She looked me up and down with a deep frown.

Ugh, the smell of alcohol. Talking to her seemed pointless.

“Jin-hyuk, explain it to me in simple terms so I can understand. I’m serious. Got it?”

I needed to know what was going on.

Jin-hyuk nodded slowly and began to explain.