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**Well-Organized Outfit.**

Beneath the visor of her helmet, her alluring, slender lips bore a captivating crimson hue.

From within, a soft, cream-colored voice flowed out.

Even if her attire was outrageous, there was always an aura emanating from the atmosphere.

“Just as expected.”

Watching the insane influx of viewers, Dayoung let out a wry smile.

Friede, her sister Sehee, was adapting well without needing any help.

She had been active as a streamer for quite a long time.

If a woman with such beauty and vibe became a streamer, she would turn all the stagnant broth into a pool of otaku.

The proof was her viewer count sitting at 5,000.

‘For a first broadcast, and it hasn’t even been an hour yet…’

In her memory, no streamer had ever achieved such a number during their initial broadcast.

“Ah, I’m totally carrying this.”

While numbly watching the game, a thought slipped out of her mouth.

This kind of appeal wasn’t seen even in the play of professional gamers, but it seemed like each move had a captivating power.

There’s no way anyone could dislike that.

As long as it wasn’t outright criminal, one might even expect a fair amount of protection for minor scams.

“Is it a different rank even among heroes?”

She hadn’t pried into the details of the mechanics, but she felt that Dayoung and Sehee’s powers as heroes were different.

Was this play she was showing now part of that power?

Her physical abilities had risen after awakening as a hero, but it wasn’t at this level.

No, what does it even mean?

In a modern world devoid of monsters and demons, thinking about this felt ridiculous.

“Three wins… shall we take a short break?”

With Sehee’s impressive performance concluding the game neatly, it seemed they were taking a moment to pause.

[Thank goodness the pace was too fast, sensei.]

[Sis, you’re rocking it with that Broken Greatsword!]

[Are you thinking of trying a different weapon?]

“Different weapon… should I ask for a recommendation?”

Yeah, that’s good communication.

That’s how it should be.

Internally, she praised Sehee’s actions.

Even if it’s entertaining, if the repertoire is the same, it gets boring.

It seemed like Sehee was catching the points to add a little change to the broadcast through this kind of communication, making her feel more at ease.

The broadcast took a brief break.

Viewers, missing the absent host, bombarded the chat with lively messages.

Dayoung watched the stream, stretching her body and relaxing her tense heart.

That’s when it happened.

Curiously tilting her head at the personal message notification, she opened the panel, and an unexpected message caught her eye.

[ Friede: Thanks, Dayoung.]

“What the, how can you suddenly contact me during a broadcast?”

Plus, she’s thanking me? I should be the one thanking her.

Dayoung had already started her comeback stream the day before and had surpassed 10,000 real-time viewers without anyone’s help.

A striking development that’s hard to compare with the past Hako days.

There might have been sympathy votes stemming from the nuclear controversy, but she could feel that the obstacles blocking her stream after escaping the Demon King’s curse had vanished.

Because of that, the debt she owed to Sehee felt immense.

No, it wasn’t just about being indebted; she was truly grateful to the one who helped her.

In this world, she was a hero who saved countless people, and Sehee was her own hero who saved her.

[ Forming: You don’t need to thank me. I’ll suck you dry like a parasite if you do well, so brace yourself.]

Still feeling a bit embarrassed, she sent a cheeky message.

She should’ve sent it more gently, and just as regret began to wash over her, she received a comforting reply from Sehee.

[ Friede: Yeah, let’s keep it up together.]

A silly grin just wouldn’t leave her face.

Now that the water had risen, she just needed to row and sail smoothly.

In that optimistic moment, an unexpected event occurred.

As soon as the broadcast announced its start,

[ Gold Sun Frog has a mission for 300,000 won!

― “Give us a sexy Zero Two dance!”]

“What’s this?”

A high-stakes mission displayed on screen.

Dayoung’s face twisted at the vulgar wording she detected.

 

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