Chapter 139: Let's Live Kindly, Please

Everyone makes mistakes in life.

The definition of a mistake varies for each person.

But when those mistakes accumulate, they eventually return as karma.

Sometimes, that karma can be too immense to handle. Too much for a person to bear.

But how should I explain this situation?

“Heuuhh.”

“Kurukuru kuku, Uriak, this is so good.”

“Daaaamn! They even prepared bread for us!”

“Bro! Can you make it a cigarette burn instead of this?”

“Ugh! Hyung-nim, your nose looks particularly big today. I’ll retract that, hyung-nim.”

An incredible scene, unlike anything I had ever seen before, unfolded before my eyes.

It seemed like all the ‘real’ people from across the country had gathered in one place.

Their outfits were diverse.

Some were dressed in suits, while others wore tight jeans, even if they were men.

One fortunate thing was that there were female viewers as well.

“Kyaaaa! Na-young unnieee!”

“Unnie! Please look at me!”

“Ju-hyeonaaaa!”

“Kyaaaaaa!”

Moreover, their high-pitched voices had a stronger presence compared to the other gloomy male viewers.

Na-young and Ju-hyeon held hands and smiled at the female viewers.

“Welcome~!”

“Unnie! I came to this Shia fan meeting just to see you. I don’t watch that perverted broadcast! Please don’t misunderstand!”

Hey, I can hear you right next to me.

“Chan-sik is a bit of a pervert. Welcome! Na-soon!”

“Kyaaaa! Unnie! I’m dying!”

Na-young had a unique way of calling her viewers Na-dori and Na-soon.

Should I call it her personal nickname?

After observing her with interest, I turned to the members of the Evil Gang who were staring at me intently.

“Should I call you guys Chan-dori and Chan-soon too?”

Their reactions were immediate and intense.

“Bro! That’s disgusting. Why aren’t you dead yet?”

“Uuuurgh!”

“Stop talking nonsense and give us the industry reward already!”

“Kyaaaa! Oppa! I love that nickname!”

By the way, the one who called me oppa at the end was a big guy with an unkempt beard.

Some openly showed hostility towards me, raising their middle fingers.

Why was my life like this?

As I despaired and shook my head, Heo-soo, who was next to me, made a comment.

“That’s why you should have lived your life kindly.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Is that something you say to comfort someone?”

Heo-soo smirked and raised his middle finger as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

This guy was of no help in my life either.

Should I just kick him out of my crew?

…On second thought, that might not be a good idea.

Considering the global market, having Heo-soo around was a great advantage in the long run.

Clenching my fist, I looked at Heo-soo and slowly stepped onto the stage.

All the fans had entered, and with the arrival of the final guest, Dong-su hyung, the fan meeting preparations were complete.

“Testing, can you hear me?”

I tapped the microphone a few times to check the sound.

It had been a long time since I used a microphone in real life, so it felt nostalgic.

“Reward! Reward! Reward!”

“Please start with the reward!”

“I traveled halfway around the world to hear the reward!”

The atmosphere was like a gathering of fanatics.

Some enthusiastic members of the Evil Gang quickly stirred up the crowd, and even the less enthusiastic ones were getting swept up in the excitement.

It made me realize why some events hired people to stir up the crowd.

However, in this case, those instigators were only having a negative effect.

Where in the world would fans demand to be cursed at right from the start of a fan meeting?

Even worse.

“Wow! It’s not easy to hear the master’s curses live!”

“Ju-hyeon, doesn’t Chan-sik curse during broadcast recordings?”

“Exactly. Honestly, I wanted to hear the master’s curses live…”

Even Ju-hyeon, who was behind me, was cheering loudly.

There was no sense of normalcy.

After taking a few deep breaths, I looked desperately at the two reporters.

The reporters had come to cover this fan meeting.

I hoped they could be an excuse to save me from this hellhole.

“Wow!”

“I’m so glad I volunteered to cover this. Hearing streamer Shia’s curses live!”

Justice was dead.

Whether I killed it or those crazy people did, I didn’t know, but it was dead.

There was no one here to stop the Evil Gang.

Fine, I gave up.

To survive in this madness, there was only one way.

“You’re making a racket from the start. Who said you could talk without my permission? You pig bastards! Before I take your vocal cords, shut up and focus on my words. I’ll explain the schedule.”

As soon as I called them pig bastards.

“Waaaaa!”

“Uriak! Uriak! Uriak!”

“Mother, your unfilial son is going first!”

“Aah, it’s so hot… Is this hell?”

The viewers usually don’t reveal themselves outside.

But here, they were fully expressing their inner selves.

Maybe it was possible because this place was filled with viewers.

They were spouting disgraceful words, like something you’d see in chat, without any hesitation.

The fear of collective madness.

The madness I experienced at the first fan meeting was just a passing breeze compared to this.

“Look at the Evil Gang’s reaction.”

“Hah! I want to hold a fan meeting too.”

“Hey, Byung-moon, you too? Want to host a fan meeting with me?”

“Sure, Dong-su hyung.”

The streamers didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping them, and finally, I reached a state of enlightenment.

When madness strikes, it’s only right to go mad too.

Clenching the microphone tightly, I shouted at the viewers.

“I came here to feed you pig bastards plenty, so get ready to die of joy.”

Amidst the swirling madness, the second fan meeting began.

2.

The second fan meeting proceeded much more smoothly compared to the first.

Experience really helped at times like this.

The first corner was .

As the title suggests, it was a corner where the viewers who attended the fan meeting could ask the streamers anything.

“You there, the one with the X-mark glasses! Ask your question.”

“Nanit!”

“No Japanese in the king’s land.”

“

“You seem to lack patriotism, speaking privileges revoked.”

I had to create as many justifications as possible. I revoked the speaking rights of those who seemed dangerous and handed the microphone to the more passive members of the Evil Gang.

“Love the Korean language.”

At my words, a viewer raised their hand and soon received the microphone.

A mask that looked normal.

A normal build with a typical nerdy style.

I decided to take their question.

“Please go ahead.”

“Hello? My name is Shin Sung-min, a public relations officer at MC Software in the United States. Would you be interested in signing a promotion contract with our company?”

Oh, I hadn’t expected someone to approach me through this route.

I nodded and smiled brightly at his words.

“We can discuss it constructively after the fan meeting…”

“Hehe, just kidding!”

That son of a…?

The viewer who had pranked me in such a novel way laughed gleefully as he passed the microphone to the person next to him.

The rest of the fan meeting went as expected.

The viewers continued with their peculiar and offensive jokes, and some even went overboard.

Although the atmosphere got awkward at times due to some outrageous comments, everyone just went along with it given the overall vibe.

With so many crazy people, the level of questions was beyond imagination.

There were questions about the color of my underwear, my bodily functions, how many times I fart a day, whether I watch adult videos, and if I have any peculiar sexual preferences.

Of course, Sung-jae quickly muted the sound for any questions that crossed the line, managing the situation.

If it weren’t for Sung-jae’s quick reflexes, headlines like these might have appeared on the news portals tomorrow:

[Popular Streamer XX, Makes Offensive Comments at Fan Meeting?]

[Internet Broadcaster, Harmful to Youth! Arrested for Public Indecency?]

As the chaotic session continued, the scope of the questions broadened.

“From now on, you can also ask questions to our crew members. The person holding the microphone, please call out the name of the person you want to question and ask away.”

Since guests were participating in the fan meeting, they deserved some spotlight too.

Moreover, the footage from this fan meeting would make for an interesting AkTube video once edited by the editor.

It was good to fill the video with diverse content.

As the question time for our crew members began, the first viewer raised their hand and started questioning.

“Can we ask questions to Kan or Ju-hyeon too?”

“Of course. You can question any of the guests. Anyway, I get to relax, and I love taking it easy more than anything in the world.”

Dealing with the Evil Gang is extremely exhausting.

Taking this opportunity to shift the burden to the guests and have a little rest seemed perfect.

“Then, I’ll start by asking Kan.”

“Feel free, feel free.”

“Hyung, if there was ever a time you wanted to smash Shia’s head, please wink with your left eye.”

“Well, that’s an easy answer.”

Dong-su hyung was truly a magnanimous person.

Of course…

Wink!

Before I could even think, Dong-su hyung winked.

And it wasn’t just him.

Wink.

Wink.

Everyone except Byung-moon hyung put on a grand wink show.

Watching this, I let out a bitter laugh.

That viewer who asked the question must have wanted to see me suffer!

After the unexpected wink parade ended, we moved on to the next question.

The next person to be questioned was Cerberus, Heo-soo.

But wait a minute.

I felt like I had seen the face of the person holding the microphone somewhere before.

Why did that woman’s face look so familiar?

If I had any memory of her, it likely wasn’t a pleasant one.

As soon as I heard her question, I remembered who she was.

“Cerberus, do you like novels?”

“Uh? Oh, yes. I read a lot of novels by French authors…”

“No, have you ever read a novel called ‘Blue Triangle’?”

“Uh… It’s the first time I’m hearing the title. I’ll have to check it out.”

“No! It’s a novel serialized on the internet… I was just curious, hehe.”

That face, talking about novels.

I had definitely seen her at the first fan meeting.

Back then, she was the woman who wrote fanfiction about Dong-su hyung and me.

Just as I was about to intervene in embarrassment, a woman behind her shouted loudly.

“You’re the author of that, right! Huh? I was a Shadong shipper, but why did you suddenly switch to the Shasoo ship! Glad to meet you. You’re dead today!”

What kind of crazy nonsense was this?

BL… Is that it?

“Ugh!”

Even though I had a high tolerance for disgusting things, I couldn’t handle that sentiment.

A female student from behind lunged at the viewer suspected of being the ‘author.’

“Kyaaaa!”

Sometimes, reality is more horrible than fiction.

This was one of those times.

I never imagined that hell could take so many forms.

In the sudden chaos, Sung-jae quickly deployed the pre-contracted security personnel to calm the situation.

Heo-soo looked at the dragged-out questioner with a dazed expression.

He seemed unfamiliar with this frenzied atmosphere.

I patted Heo-soo on the back and smiled as wickedly as I could.

“Don’t worry. The real show starts now.”

A while later.

After the hellish time had passed, the fan meeting moved on to the second part.

The very corner that many viewers had been waiting for.

“We will now begin the auction of treasured items.”

And so, the infamous ‘auction of treasured items’ that would elevate the Evil Gang to legendary status began.