Ch.200195 – Birthday Party (2)

[Just Chatting – Good morning. Or perhaps good afternoon.]

[Stream Time – 0:14:49]

[Viewers – 22920]

“Are you embarrassed by the precious name your parents gave you? Others might laugh, but I don’t think you should think that way too, Eun-woo.”

-Exactly lolololol

-This is seriously hilarious LMAO

-hahahahaha

-Daesal=Cha Eun-woo

-Damn our manager is so handsome!!!

-lol his name is cool too, I’m jealous

“Yeah, I’m… no, I’m EXTREMELY embarrassed… Right now I’m being publicly humiliated in front of 20,000 people and want to crawl into a hole.”

“That’s exactly the mindset you need to change. If you don’t believe in yourself first, who will understand you? Eun-woo, do you have a girlfriend?”

-Ooooh snap!

-You chose that name! Just tough it out!

-I didn’t choose it though? lolol

-My name is Park Bo-gum and no joke, about 50 people turn around every time they call attendance in large lectures

└ LMAOOOOO

└ That’s too much lol

-Your mom must have really loved actor Cha Eun-woo lol

“I’m single.”

-Gasp…!

-Oh nooooo

-Single Cha Eun-woo lolol

└ My stomach hurts from laughing so hard

-crying

-Killing him twice omg

-Is this pure evil? Is this pure evil? Is this pure evil?

-Whoa NoName is literally Lucifer incarnate!

“Anyway, if you have a girlfriend in the future, she’ll eventually call you by your name all the time. You’re not going to ask her to call you Daesal instead, right?”

The lecture continued for another five minutes, and the manager was removed from the camera.

I was only streaming the bed area through my phone camera, but there was one child who became interested in this.

“Me too! I want to see too!”

“I’m streaming right now though?”

“So I can’t?”

“If you come here, 20,000 people will be watching you all at once.”

“Yeah, I’m fine with that!”

Yu-na was an excellent attention-seeker.

The VIP bed was wide enough for two children to sit side by side.

Seo Ma-ru grabbed her by the armpits and lifted her up, safely placing her in my passenger seat.

“Wow, 20 kilo-people are watching! Did you see that, Name?”

“That’s not actually a unit of measurement?”

“Oh really? Ooooh.”

“Isn’t she cute? She’s my friend.”

“Owwww! Waaah it hurts!”

The price for sitting in the passenger seat had to be paid in full.

I kept squishing Yu-na’s cheeks while waiting for more friends to arrive.

“Ah, I can’t see the donation window right now so I can’t respond. I apologize to anyone who’s already donated, just in case.”

-No why are you apologizing Name

-Omg these kids are so adorable crying

-This is heaven

-Mom I want to go to elementary school!

-Day 1 of praying for the red-haired friend to become a streamer!!!

-Your hair is so pretty, Name’s friend!

“The surgery? I don’t think it was that major. The doctor treated me without any pain, so I’m fine now.”

-?

-???: 12-hour major surgery, success not guaranteed

-This streamer’s life is so rough crying

-The problem is her happiness threshold is too low

-???: First attempt in Korea, medical team’s focus is crucial

└ What kind of surgery was it exactly?

One of the most surprising things about modern medicine was that you didn’t have to wait for the stitches to dissolve after they sewed up your stomach.

Unlike in my previous life where doctors only handled medicine and mages only handled magic, Korea’s world-renowned medical staff were also proficient in magic, making this possible.

I chatted with the children and shared stories about the hospital on the stream.

Time flew by quickly, and soon the rest of my friends arrived.

“Hi…! Name, are you really okay-“

“Hej yo! NoName! What’s up! Are you okay?”

Detective Ma Beom-il was the one who brought Ji-hye and Seo-ri last.

Our eyes met briefly, and seeing how he quickly turned his head away, he seemed to be harboring something like guilt toward me.

He then habitually reached for a cigarette from his pocket, but realizing he was in a hospital, he went outside.

At the same time, Section Chief Park, who had been visible through the translucent glass, disappeared as well.

“Does it hurt a lot? Are you really okay…?”

“Yes. Thanks for worrying, Ji-hye.”

“That’s a relief…! Oh, and happy birthday…!”

“Grattis på födelsedagen! Happy birthday NoName, hehe!”

“Is that Swedish? It sounds like actual runes.”

“Yes! It’s like magic, right?”

They clung to me for a while as if they would never let go, but soon their attention shifted to the stream.

There were so many chat messages that four screens were running in parallel.

The children, with their excellent dynamic vision, were somehow able to read the viewers’ comments very well.

“Name is so awesome! She fought and won against sixth-grade boys at the playground!”

Seo-ri habitually spread stories about me on the stream too.

“Fighting? When did I ever do that?”

“It’s true! Ji-hye, you saw it too, right? Name went like woosh-crash-bang-boom and all the boys collapsed.”

“Umm… I’m not sure, but something like that happened!”

“Hey, Han Seo-ri. How long are you going to keep saying that? Name already said it wasn’t her.”

“But it’s true! Don’t believe it if you don’t want to, hmph.”

I wonder if Kariri is coming yet?

Checking my phone, I saw a message from her had just arrived.

[Seol Yoon-sul: Traffic is bad so I’ll be a bit late! Go ahead and have lunch! (˃̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣ ) (˃̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣ )]

[Seol Yoon-sul: Tae-yang is mad at a car cutting in front of us right now lolol]

It was no coincidence that my first viewer ‘HoYaMuYaHo’ was Kariri’s brother.

In fact, it was thanks to her brother’s encouragement that Yoon-sul decided to do a collab stream with me.

Perhaps everything is destiny disguised as coincidence.

“Kids, lunch is here!”

Detective Ma, Section Chief Park, and Professor Cheon arrived with their hands full of food.

Of course, they were all things I couldn’t eat.

“Name, I’ll buy you something delicious later, so just bear with it today.”

So an abalone porridge was served in front of me.

When I opened the lid, steam was rising.

After stirring it with a spoon a few times, only one or two pieces of abalone floated to the surface.

I could understand where the saying that sick patients should be served plain rice porridge or abalone porridge came from.

There’s hardly any abalone in abalone porridge, so it’s basically the same as plain porridge.

“Thank you for the food.”

“Thank you for the food!”

* * *

“Name is first in her class? Wow. But honestly, I’m not surprised.”

“No, bro, listen carefully. Our academy exams are so difficult that we have to solve 20 multiple-choice questions and 5 essay questions in 30 minutes.”

“I know, I know. So despite the time pressure, Name finished everything in less than 15 minutes, right?”

“Why aren’t you more surprised? Come on, be more impressed!”

“Wooooow sugoi Name-chan!”

Yu-na was explaining to Eun-woo how difficult the academy exams were.

Finding his reaction unsatisfactory, Yu-na went back to the beginning like a broken record.

Well, I guess academy exams would be a piece of cake for a KAIMT graduate.

-Perfect score on the aptitude test? Damn

-That’s insane lol

└ How impressive is that?

└ Cephiron Academy designs tests so the average score is always in the low 40s

└ They’re not designed for perfect scores but for time-attack where you quickly solve what you know

-Ah aptitude tests… ah… memory assault… no, mom assault…

-They’re still doing that awful ranking system?? Is this really 21st century human rights?

└ It’s a test where everyone bleeds except the top student lol

└ Ta-da! The top student was here all along lol

The manager’s presence added flavor to the conversation, especially for children who rarely had the opportunity to meet outsiders.

Being a graduate student with knowledge of magic studies, he could communicate well with them.

“So what was your score on the aptitude test, bro?”

“I got around 70 in elementary school?”

“Really?”

“Then 60 in middle school, 50 in high school, and… I failed KGSAT and had to retake it.”

“I definitely shouldn’t live like Eun-woo.”

“Hey, you kids are getting a bit harsh? Am I supposed to be hurt?”

“Kyahahahaha!”

Even Ji-hye, who usually didn’t speak much, was enthusiastically talking about school life.

Perhaps Eun-woo himself was just naturally good at socializing.

The abalone porridge had been empty for quite some time.

Out of boredom, I hugged my knees and rocked back and forth, eavesdropping on my friends’ conversations along with the viewers.

-But who was that guy with sunglasses by the door earlier? Is he a real bodyguard?

└ It’s an elementary division of the academy, 99% rich kids

└ If it’s Cephiron in Gangnam district, then 100% for sure

-Poor Name can’t eat pizza crying

-Get well soon and we’ll eat something delicious later

The door of the hospital room opened forcefully, momentarily calming the chatty atmosphere.

“Name!”

“Welcome, Yoon-sul.”

“I told you not to get sick! Why are you so skinny!”

“Let me see your face…! Ah, is this sweat?”

She started rubbing my face as soon as we met, making me think she was actually an animal.

“It’s so hot outside…!”

“Come in and cool off in the air conditioning.”

“Hmm? Who’s that?”

I clearly witnessed the graduate student jump to his feet as soon as Kariri entered.

“Oh, Cha Eun-woo-“

“Hello, you must be Kariri! I’m NoName’s manager, SaveMeFromGradSchool! You’re even prettier than I heard, wow… you’re so beautiful!”

“Ah, yes…! I’m actually a bit shy with new people! It’s not that I’m avoiding anyone, so please don’t misunderstand!”

“Oh, you don’t seem shy at all! Would you like to take my seat?”

“No, please stay seated…!”

While Eun-woo was being overly dramatic, there was one more child who had followed Yoon-sul.

This family seemed to have generally superior appearance genes, as the boy had sharp features despite still looking young.

He looked like someone who could charm women of all ages, but surprisingly, his way of speaking was quite innocent.

“Hello…! Wow, I’m so nervous, phew. Are you really NoName? Of course you are, what am I saying…! Wait, should I be formal or casual?”

“You’re HoYaMuYaHo, right?”

“Wow!”

The boy cupped his hands over his mouth and opened his eyes wide.

“Wooow!”

It would have been perfect if there were tears too, but he didn’t seem to have that talent.

“You can be casual. So… Tae-yang?”

“Is this real? It feels so weird being called that!”

The reactions of people seeing me for the first time were always the same. Since my avatar was almost identical to my real appearance, they felt awkward treating me like they did in virtual reality, but treating me completely like a child also felt strange.

Anyway, after shaking hands with my first fan, Professor Cheon brought out the cake he had briefly shown me last night.

“It’s a strawberry cake!”

“There are too many people though?”

“We’ll only get one bite each, hahaha.”

“Wait, there are only 8 candles? Does this make sense, viewers? Only 8 years old?”

There were truly too many people.

They said this was a VIP hospital room costing millions of won per night, but it was already packed with just this many people.

Perhaps that’s why I felt even happier.

All these precious relationships that I wouldn’t trade for billions had gathered together, completely transforming the initially quiet hospital room.

The academy friends were the ones putting candles on the cake.

Professor Cheon gave each child two candles and asked them to place them in a pretty pattern.

True to their magical talents, none of the children did anything halfheartedly.

“Han Seo-ri, a bit more to the outside! No, to the left! To the right!”

“Which way is left and right! How does a cake have directions!”

“If you stick it in like that, you’ll ruin the cake! Slow down a bit!”

It was so cute watching them place the candles with great care, making sure they were evenly spaced in concentric circles.

Just like,

[Klaus, you’re really a man who should only swing swords. I asked you to stack firewood for the campfire, not to pulverize the wood. If you were born in the beaver world, you’d be drawn and quartered and then burned at the stake.]

[What’s so difficult about placing straight logs at the marked points? Is it your eyes or your hands that are failing? If you’re always this insensitive, impatient hetaira will run away without even taking your money.]

[Arrrgh, please just stay still! Fine, Sylvia, Remilia, do you want to do it? Huh? Do you want to do it? Why do you keep giving advice while I’m working hard! No, Master! Now do you see how crazy these people drive me?]

It made me nostalgic, remembering those times when we laughed and chatted over trivial things.

“Name, we’re ready!”

Lost in these random thoughts while sitting on the bed, the children came running to grab my wrists and lead me to the table.

Meanwhile, others had drawn the curtains, turned off the lights, and lit the candles.

Only then did it feel real.

Ah, it’s my birthday.

[The youngest princess of the exalted Kaizen! Congratulations on our Esha’s ninth birthday!]

[Many many congratulations!]

Hiasen and Niobe siblings too.

[To think I’d celebrate something like this in my life, I even forgot my own birthday. Hey! Congratulations on your thirteenth birthday? Sorry for being a bit harsh to you all this time.]

Even Master Maria, who was somewhat dishonest.

[Anyway, it’s complete…! How is it, Master? I think this is worthy of being called a hero party, right?]

[This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Congratulations on your twentieth birthday, honored teacher.]

[All this master and teacher talk is nonsense. I’m not good with words, so anyway, happy birthday and… thank you, sis. I really couldn’t have made it without you…]

Klaus, Sylvia, and Remilia, who made a 30-meter bonfire by carving an entire conifer tree for my sake.

And if I include all the various relationships that aren’t in my current memories,

Looking back, it seems like my previous life wasn’t just filled with tragedy.

Is it too self-indulgent to say this now?

There’s a saying that life is a tragedy when seen up close, but a comedy when seen from a distance.

So keep sad things distant, and happy things close.

[Do you know your sin?]

There are many, but I think I know one.

Making your hands bloody on my birthday, Hiasen.

[The last princess of the exalted Kaizen… I can no longer congratulate Estasha Latias Kaizen on her twenty-fifth birthday…]

I’m always sorry. But look, I’m living well like this.

“Name!”

Someone called me.

My flickering consciousness returned.

The voice passed by my ear too quickly to identify its owner, but it didn’t matter much.

Keep sad things distant, and happy things close.

“Name! Happy eighth birthday!”

If I am NoName, I will live for myself, and if I am Estasha, I will live for you, NoName.

With this pledge to no one in particular, I blew out the candles.