Chapter 25: To Those Who Want to be a Streamer, Come to Me (2)

Kim Ha-yoon’s pupils trembled.

‘The guy… wasn’t a guy?’

She had just assumed it was a man.

Sure, the VR machine had been delivered to someone named Yoo Seo-yeon—an undeniably feminine name—but she’d brushed that off.

It could’ve been a younger sister’s name. Or maybe just a guy with a girly name.

A bias.

So far, most people decent at Raid & Master had been men.

Whether it was Yoo Seo-yeon or Kim Hye-ji, she’d figured Silverhair had to be male too.

But the person standing in front of her wasn’t just not a man.

She was breathtakingly cute.

A beautiful girl, not a trace of testosterone in sight.

Long silver hair shimmered under the pouring sunlight, glimmering as if it had absorbed the very light.

The gentle flow of her radiant hair was borderline magical.

A petite face, delicate features—all arranged with doll-like precision.

Especially those golden eyes—unbelievably beautiful.

They were so clear, they sparkled like crystal.

As the strands of her hair fell softly across her face, the golden gaze tilted slightly upward, locking onto Ha-yoon.

“Gasp.”

A startled voice.

Soft and pure.

Ha-yoon felt her heart skip a beat.

She was wearing just a comfy T-shirt and dolphin shorts.

One hand held a chicken drumstick.

There was some sauce smudged around her lips from chewing on it.

She looked like she’d just crawled out of bed, but even that made her adorable.

Bothered by the sunlight, Seo-yeon squinted slightly, then held out the chicken she’d been eating.

“W-would you like some chicken?”

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‘I’m doomed.’

Yoo Seo-yeon wanted to claw at her scalp.

Their meeting time had been set for 11 a.m.

But it was just past 10:30 now.

She’d shown up a whole thirty minutes early.

Which meant she now had thirty fewer minutes to shower and freshen up.

‘Why’d she come so early?’

‘Was it that so-called “punctuality is polite” mindset?’

‘No one asked for that level of social etiquette…’

When the doorbell rang the first time, Seo-yeon had assumed it was the delivery guy—she still had time before their appointment.

She’d dropped a ton of money from the recent donation windfall and ordered some fancy groceries as a treat.

She figured the delivery was just really fast.

But when she opened the door—it was streamer Raidel.

‘What do I do.’

Her brain short-circuited.

Honestly, her usual wake-up time was noon. She’d only set an alarm for 10:30 because of the meeting.

In other words, she’d just woken up.

She had barely rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and started gnawing on leftover spicy chicken when—

Raidel had appeared.

This was not how she wanted to meet her.

She’d planned to wash her face, shampoo, and get herself presentable.

But now she was standing there in a T-shirt and dolphin shorts.

(She’d hated the shorts at first, but they were surprisingly comfy, so they became her go-to indoor wear.)

In one hand, the cold leftover drumstick from last night.

Munch munch.

Gulp.

Seo-yeon swallowed her bite of chicken and stretched out her hand.

“W-would you like some chicken?”

Oops.

She’d meant to offer new chicken as a gesture of goodwill.

Instead, she’d offered the one she was already eating.

“Ah, thank you.”

Thankfully, Raidel seemed to understand the intention and didn’t accept the half-eaten drumstick.

“May I come in so we can talk inside?”

“Y-yes, please come in.”

Inside the room.

If there was one saving grace, it was that she’d cleaned up in advance.

Raidel took in the neatly arranged room.

Seo-yeon gulped.

Seeing a famous streamer she’d only ever watched online standing in her room—it felt surreal.

“Silver—um, I mean, can I call you Yoo Seo-yeon?”

“Y-yes. Then I’ll call you Kim Ha-yoon…?”

“Of course. Just whatever’s comfortable.”

Ha-yoon beamed.

“Like I said yesterday, since you said you were interested in streaming, I came to help out.”

As she watched Seo-yeon reheat the leftover chicken in the microwave, Ha-yoon thought:

‘She’s destined to debut sooner or later, whether it’s on the internet or elsewhere.’

‘That kind of overwhelming talent can’t be hidden.’

‘Whether or not I help her, the world will eventually see her shine.’

‘So better to help now.’

‘Be as supportive as possible and build a connection.’

‘Getting close to someone that skilled would be a huge asset for my own stream.’

‘She’s helped me so much too.’

Even setting aside that logic, she was genuinely grateful.

Thanks to Seo-yeon, her own stream had exploded in popularity.

Whenever they streamed together, she easily crossed ten thousand viewers.

Even on solo streams, her average viewership had jumped from 2,000 to nearly 5,000.

People had come for Seo-yeon—and stayed.

‘I’ll make sure to share all the gear recommendations and stream tips I’ve got.’

“Seo-yeon, do you usually watch livestreams?”

“Y-yeah, I used to… a lot.”

“That’s great. If you’ve already got an interest, it’ll be much easier to adapt. This field’s not easy for someone who knows nothing.”

“Hehe… thank you.”

‘She can’t make eye contact.’

Seo-yeon kept her eyes locked on the steaming chicken instead of Ha-yoon.

It wasn’t hunger.

Her awkward expression made it clear: she found interacting with people difficult.

Ha-yoon had met countless people as a streamer.

And from her perspective—

‘Seo-yeon is seriously introverted.’

That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

A surprising number of streamers weren’t that outgoing.

Dealing with people online was nothing like dealing with them in real life.

Plenty of shy people became amazing streamers.

‘Honestly, being too outgoing can be a problem.’

Some people couldn’t handle the isolation of online streaming.

Loneliness in a crowd.

At its core, streaming was a solitary job surrounded by thousands.

In that sense, introverts often had the edge.

They were more resilient to solitude.

‘Hmm.’

Ha-yoon studied Seo-yeon’s face like a detective.

She’d said she wiped it, but there was still sleep in her eyes.

That drowsy look—she hadn’t fully woken up yet.

‘She just got up.’

Quick on the uptake, Ha-yoon guessed that Seo-yeon had forced herself up early for their meeting.

Normally, she probably woke up much later.

A night owl.

‘She’s got the perfect sleep schedule for streaming.’

Most streamers broadcast at night anyway.

Streamers work when others rest, and rest when others work.

The standard was to start streaming around 6–8 p.m., then go for about six hours.

Meaning you’d sleep past midnight, every day.

Anyone going to bed at 10 p.m. and waking at 6 a.m. couldn’t keep up.

Okay, not couldn’t—but it’d definitely limit their broadcast time.

So being nocturnal was actually a bonus.

Most people were busy with their day-to-day during the day—viewership was lower.

Seo-yeon just sat there blankly staring at her chicken.

But in Ha-yoon’s mind, her evaluation kept climbing.

“First things first, I think it’d be good for you to get a webcam setup. I know some great budget options.”

And the biggest strength Seo-yeon had as a streamer?

That ridiculously cute appearance.

The kind of face that made you gasp the second you saw it.

There was no way it wouldn’t work.

With a face that cute, even a cold-hearted psychopath would melt.

“Um, s-sorry to ask… but do I really have to show my face?”

But Seo-yeon shook her head.

‘Is she uncomfortable with showing her face?’

“If that’s too much, you can totally stream without a cam.”

Streaming could be seen from anywhere.

And once your face was online—it was there forever.

Plenty of streamers never showed their faces.

Some of them were extremely successful.

Especially if you were skilled—viewers would still flock to you.

And Seo-yeon was very skilled.

‘A bit of a shame though.’

Ha-yoon smacked her lips.

That face alone could draw thousands—even if she just sat there breathing.

But if she wasn’t comfortable, that was that.

Streaming always had to respect the streamer’s choice.

‘Well, at least her voice is great.’

Thankfully, Seo-yeon’s voice matched her looks.

Exceptionally feminine—

Delicate, almost like a musical note.

She could probably blow up just by doing ASMR.

‘In that case…’

Ha-yoon clapped her hands.

A lovely voice.

Doesn’t want to show her face.

There was a better option than going no-cam.

“How about becoming a VTuber?”