It’s not as easy as I thought.
But really, is there anything easy in this world?
There’s no such thing as a perfect human.
When people’s values harden in the wrong direction, that’s when they become prejudiced, and it seems I’ve unconsciously held some biases myself.
Watching people with pretty faces dance and sing in front of a camera, just getting paid for smiling.
Ah, I thought life was so easy, just coasting along.
Just because someone is pretty or handsome, they are liked and adored by others.
Some might find it easy, but I’m realizing right here and now that I definitely do not.
[Get your hands off@@@@@@@]
[Don’t cover your face, don’t cover your face, don’t cover your face, don’t cover your face, don’t cover your face, don’t cover your face]
[Please make the camera bigger]
I can’t help but pay attention.
The pressure of how I’m being seen in real time is just overwhelming.
When I try to hide my face out of embarrassment, the reaction from people is quite intense.
When I move my small hands that were covering my face, satisfactory reactions come flying in again.
[Wow, even covering your face with just your palm leaves some hand showing]
[My hands are small enough ㅋㅋ but a man’s hand would definitely cover it all]
[Why is your skin so white;; this is so different from what I imagined]
The main problem is probably that I feel embarrassed.
I can’t help but feel shy about the evaluations and gazes directed at my revealed face and body in real time.
If it had been in the early days when I first got this body, I might have been able to shrug it off since it wasn’t even my body.
But now that I’m completely used to this body, every little praise makes my face burn.
‘Maybe this is enough.’
I felt my face flushing and thought it was time to turn off the camera again.
[Noooooo]
[Turn the camera on, turn the camera on, turn the camera on, turn the camera on, turn the camera on, turn the camera on, turn the camera on]
[Is this a joke? A joke? A joke? A joke? A joke? A joke? A joke? A joke? A joke?]
“Calm down, everyone.”
…It felt like a scene of collective madness.
Even though I enabled the chat room’s slow mode, it was still this crazy.
What could cause them to become like this?
It was just chat beyond the keyboard, no sound at all.
I can’t figure out why I hear beast-like sounds.
Am I hallucinating?
With a sigh, I reluctantly turned the camera back on.
“Ugh…”
My mind goes blank.
I can’t remember anything; none of the planned words or phrases come to mind.
I can’t think. I’ve always shied away from being in front of others and have never really done presentations.
In the first place, I was only able to try this broadcast because the no-camera condition was met.
I took drastic measures.
I reduced the size of the camera window that took up about 70% of the screen.
Now it’s shoved into a corner, becoming a shape closer to a square.
This camera setting is to let people know I’m here without making it the main focus of the broadcast.
“I think I can survive this…”
Finally, I start to feel like I can breathe a bit easier.
Well, that should be enough to validate my face, so I’ll stick with this setup.
It was a compromise to somewhat cater to the viewers’ needs while ensuring a smooth broadcast.
However, regardless of her thoughts, the chat room was ablaze once again.
*
“First of all, I won’t be going pro. Now that I’ve experienced it, it’s really different from what I thought.”
The situation calmed down to some extent.
Viewers who had been dissatisfied with the reduced camera were slowly accepting the situation.
The amount of commentary Molru made after reducing the camera size markedly increased for all to see.
When Molru first appeared on screen, she barely spoke, except to confirm she was the Titan Underlock girl who appeared in the community.
Her commentary was even less than during the early days of the broadcast.
Of course, her quietly blushing face and avoiding the camera were already quite an intriguing spectacle, but they wanted to know.
They couldn’t help but be curious about the identity of this veiled figure with no revealed information.
If such a mere fraction of her being looks like this, then even more so.
And ultimately.
[You can just make the camera bigger, you idiots ㅋㅋ]
One wise viewer had significantly helped resolve the viewers’ problems.
Molru no longer felt pressure, and the viewers got to see her face while listening to her stories, creating a win-win situation.
“It’s true that I went for the Titan tryout. I think the photo was taken then, but I don’t remember who took it.”
Speaking softly, Molru appeared just as she always does.
There was one difference.
With the camera on, viewers could now see the expressions Molru made when she spoke.
At certain lines, her mouth would slightly curve up, while at others, she’d frown a bit.
Due to her naturally calm and even tone, people thought she was an emotionally flat, composed person.
Some said Molru was good at games, had a big chest, and had a nice voice, but others found her robotic and lacking any soul.
However, the petite woman now moving her lips shared the same plain mannerisms as always, but her face conveyed emotion with every word she spoke.
This was a significant change for viewers who had watched her stream before.
[Blissful content]
[Awesome…]
[Just lying down and watching this broadcast feels great. Is this love?]
[Ah ㅋㅋ just looking at Galju’s face brings me peace.]
[The salvation of five hundred million Molbuns, merely goat.]
[For real ㅋㅋ this is life and this is sex.]
[I’m in love today.]
Molru, appearing slightly flustered by such responses, bowed her head a bit and murmured.
“Why are you all like this? It wasn’t like this before.”
The comments were overflowing with compliments.
Molru didn’t realize that the more she reacted sensitively, the more delighted the viewers would become, compelling them to respond even more dramatically.
It was, in essence, a phenomenon akin to a Möbius strip.
[What is this Galju kawaii move?]
[Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute.]
[Looking embarrassed is honestly adorable;;]
[If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold back.]
[God exists, and her name is Molru.]
[How can a person be like this?]
[So beautiful, unnie ㅠㅠ.]
“Really…”
Molru, realizing the viewers’ behavioral patterns, shook her head in dismay.
She tried to keep her face expressionless and minimize her embarrassment as best as she could.
Of course, the viewers were delighted and went wild over that, too.
[Mr. JustMolHwang donated 100,000 won!]
-Please keep sharing your stories. So does that mean you won’t be debuting as a pro?
If there is affection for that person, every little story becomes interesting.
Let alone Molru’s stories, they were anything but trivial.
Anyone interested in the broadcasting and esports world would be curious about her story, which spanned across two captivating topics.
“Ah, yes. I did well on the tryout, but it seems the direction the club is aiming for and mine are different.”
[??? What did the club say?]
[Did they say they wouldn’t pay?]
[Molru should be an S-grade prospect, no way they wouldn’t pay her.]
“Well, um…”
Slowly, Molru began to share her story.
She wanted to be a pro gamer, but it seemed the club wanted a celebrity.
External activities like quarterly filming and such that they wanted from her. Meanwhile, all she wanted was to play games.
“So we just didn’t match. I wanted to just play games, but the club owner seemed to want a star to promote the team.”
Her tone was calm, like she was just stating facts, but there seemed to be a faint sadness in her voice.
At least that’s how it felt to the viewers.
[Who is that club owner ㅋㅋ I’m gonna kill him.]
[‘Titan Underlock club owner Park Kyung-tae’
