◈ 389. [Side Story] Classical Deokhu (2)
After that, I started studying internet broadcasting.
By watching other people’s broadcasts, I learned the culture and formula of this edition. I personally saw, heard, and memorized the principle of how this floor works.
It was only then that I realized how ignorant I was.
As I changed the broadcast as much as I learned, viewers began to form little by little.
Added cam screen to broadcast. bought a light In addition to the PC for gaming, I bought a PC for broadcasting.
He opened a channel where video clips were stored and started managing a community of viewers.
Slowly but steadily, the number of viewers began to increase.
I wasn’t talented at anything.
It was the same with broadcasting. I wasn’t good with words, and I was clumsy with showmanship.
However, he had the tenacity and perseverance to push through to the end without giving up. I wanted to continue doing this job for a long time.
Practicing vocalization, trying to learn the latest Internet culture, thinking about broadcasting items… … .
By the time a year passed like that.
A video clip accidentally hit the jackpot.
It was a scene where I danced with joy after clearing the game that had been blocked for about a month.
At the end of the game, I jumped and jumped along the dance of the main character. But I think the dance was a bit funny.
– But why is that person dancing?
– I think I broke the end of the game called XXX. that on the screen
– Hey, that game is a memory. I used to hit you when I was younger too.
– I’m a guy who only plays difficult classic games ㅇㅇ
– So, do you accept game requests?
Viewers come in from here and there, and word of mouth about me is circulating little by little in the community… … .
Also, fortunately, the game I played next was a classic, but it was quite famous at the time, so a lot of viewers came in to recall memories.
Even after that, the number of viewers fluctuated depending on the game I played, but I continued to broadcast and the broadcast overall grew with an upward trend.
I aim for a broadcast that can be watched comfortably without controversy, and steadily increase the number of fixed viewers.
And when I entered the third year of broadcasting.
I’m a representative of the broadcasting platform beyond the mid-level… … not until
I was able to become a broadcaster to the extent of being in the upper ranks by a narrow margin.
***
The viewer who watched my broadcast in the first place has been steadily visiting my broadcast ever since.
He called me brother. I called him Jammin.
I didn’t know his name or age. But he was my longest-serving viewer, and the most loyal one.
Especially in the early days of broadcasting, when I was lost, he helped me by thinking about the direction my broadcasting would go, and sometimes taking on the role of a manager.
I was truly grateful for the guy. It was to the extent that I wanted to meet them separately and buy rice.
But he seldom talked about himself.
Not to mention meeting him, he was reluctant to talk about his personal information. That’s why I didn’t mention it either.
In the first place, viewers and broadcasters had to avoid being too friendly.
… … .
By the time the broadcast gets bigger, and now I’m completely settled on this floor.
At some point, the guy stopped coming to the broadcast.
I was disappointed, but I was so busy that it was hard to even feel that kind of regret. I could only guess that he was also living a busy life.
Time goes by like that… … .
Suddenly, I thought about him. I searched the guy’s chat log. I wondered if I might have left a message on a bird I didn’t care about.
OK,
– Long time no see, brother!
remained
A chat log he left a few weeks ago that I hadn’t read yet.
– Did the broadcast get bigger while I wasn’t here?
– Now if you don’t put in the donation, you won’t see the chat? haha what is it
The number of viewers increased so much that at some point, general chatting became unreadable.
It’s been a long time since I and the viewers have been able to communicate through the messages that are printed out during paid sponsorships.
– hmm… … I don’t have any money to lend… … .
– … … .
– You know, brother.
– I’m having surgery soon… … .
– Can you give me one word to cheer up?
The message was cut off there.
I looked at the log in a daze and jumped up from my seat.
He left that chat a few weeks ago. Although a long time had already passed.
something had to be done
***
He tried to reveal very little information about himself.
Even if it is a chat in an internet broadcast, there is inevitably information that is revealed.
I often went to a hospital in Seoul, and I was young. man. He complains of chest pains from time to time and turns off the broadcast saying that it is difficult to breathe.
I inquired about the hospital, and it was easier than I thought to find him among the long-term inpatients.
Although he was in a coma, unconscious, lying on the bed, connected to the machine and breathing out.
“… … .”
was a child
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After years of being immobilized and confined to his bed, he looked much younger than his actual age.
He wore a beanie for patients on his shaved head, wore an oxygen mask, and closed his eyes to sleep.
Beep- Beep-
A regular mechanical sound rings in your ears.
I stood by the bed and looked down at such a child.
Beep- Beep-
Beep- Beep-… … .
The sound of his breathing was barely audible through the sound of the machines.
I couldn’t see any more and closed my eyes.
“My child really liked Godeok’s broadcast.”
His mother thanked me for coming and bowed several times.
“They waited until the child was thirsty only during the broadcast time. When there is no broadcast, watch the recorded video again… … .”
“… … .”
“How boring is hospital life? Besides, how painful is chemotherapy? … It wouldn’t have been easy to hold on with that small body, but thanks to Godeok-nim’s broadcast, the kid laughed a lot.”
Facing her haggard smile, I stuttered and asked,
“Why me?”
“yes?”
“There must have been a lot of broadcasts by other people who are much more fun than me… … Why was it me?”
by chance
Come on a broadcast that no one is watching, and say hello to me.
And that temper helps broadcasting grow.
Why was that? this child
Hearing my words, she stayed still for a while, then smiled vaguely and opened her mouth.
“Why me?”
“yes?”
“There must have been a mother who was much nicer and more patient than me, so why was this child born to me?”
Her hand stroked the child’s parched cheek.
“When this child wakes up, let’s ask together then.”
“… … .”
“Thank you for coming today. Our condolences will be happy to know that Godeok-nim has arrived.”
I left the hospital, leaving behind her polite greeting.
“… … .”
The boy has been ill since birth. It is said to be a type of childhood cancer.
He is said to have lived in a hospital all his life. The only window he communicated with the world was the screen of his small smartphone.
In particular, he said he liked watching my broadcasts.
What the hell is so fun about looking around this boring old man’s alcove?
… … .
In recent years, his condition has been deteriorating.
Finally, as a gamble, I tried surgery. Surprisingly, his surgery went well.
However, after the operation, he fell into a coma and effectively became a vegetative state, and has not regained consciousness since.
“… … .”
You reached out your hand to me trapped in an egg.
I’ve been chasing money before I knew it, and I ignored you when you needed me.
– Can you give me one word to cheer up?
What’s so difficult about that one word, cheer up?
Unable to read the request, until you are isolated from the world… … You abandoned it.
‘I also want to reach out to you who are trapped in an egg.’
just like you did to me
I also want to give you courage.
‘But what can I do, what can I do… … ?’
That night.
Turning on the broadcast late, I asked the viewers.
“everyone. What is the most difficult game in the past?”
Recalling one resolution, I asked again and again.
“It’s such a difficult and difficult game that anyone can see that it is not easy to overcome.”
Several people hit the chat, but one message caught my eye.
– How about the <Protect the Empire> Iron Man Challenge?
<defend the empire>.
It’s been 10 years since its release, and although it had its own popularity, the highest difficulty level that no one could clear – ‘Hell Iron Man’ mode.
I decided to give this a try.
It was kept secret from viewers, but it was pledged to donate all sponsorship revenues received until clearing to the Child Cancer Support Foundation.
I started playing
<Defend the Empire> was never an easy game. Besides, the hell iron man mode was really hard to vomit.
I got game over
Empires perish, perish, perish, perish, and perish.
but.
Do not give up.
Even if the bright red GAME OVER screen came to mind, I put it away as if nothing had happened and started the next episode.
-PRESS START
again.
Even if dozens of hours of painstaking work explode into an absurd accident.
-PRESS START
again.
Even if the rounds that endured for hundreds of hours eventually collapsed in front of the enemy’s offensive.
-PRESS START
again.
Even if the round that reached the ending corner fails at the last stage.
-PRESS START
again, again, again, again, again!
once again-
Do not give up.
I will fight in my own way. I will try to overcome this difficulty.
I will cheer you on.
So, you too.
Please don’t give up.
Continue your fight… … .
… … .
after half a year
I succeeded in the <defend the empire> challenge in the 742nd playthrough.
Defeat the final boss and clear the last stage.
Finally reached the end of the game.
and-
***
… … .
The submerged consciousness gradually becomes clearer.
It was like waking up from a terrible hangover. I groaned and twisted my body.
Sensation returns to the extremities of the body. Be aware of your fingertips and toes. Twisting my aching bones as if they hadn’t been used for a very long time, I managed to open my eyes.
My vision is blurry.
‘Where is this… … .’
Obviously, I drink a lot… … Opening the teleport gate, falling into it, and… … .
I fell into the pitch black darkness.
But here it is warm, soft, and even smells good.
‘what?’
I blinked a few times and the world became clear. I was then able to take a good look around.
The ornate palace… … was Except for the fact that it is decorated in pink, it is a rather expensive place.
I was lying on the floor of this palace. And someone was giving me a lap pillow.
yes?
A knee pillow?
What I was cutting was a warm, soft thigh. No, who the hell is thanking me like this… … No, embarrassing things… … .
Let’s slowly lift our eyes up and examine,
“oh. woke up.”
I saw the face of a woman smiling lightly at me.
Red eyes on white skin. She had shiny pink hair and horns on either side of her head. And the distinctive monk’s attire.
… … So, the 7th rank monster corps commander.
It was Salome.
The succubus queen smiled lightly and shyly asked me.
“Did you sleep well, honey?”
Like a puppy waiting for its owner, it even wags its characteristic tail from side to side.
“… … .”
I, who blankly looked up at Salome,
“Wowaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa surprise
Unknowingly, I stretched out my fist and slapped Salome on the chin.
