Ch.291286 – Vlog

[NoName Fan Cafe]

[NoVirgin ← Seems like an extremely tough job]

Honestly, our streamer was imprisoned in a VR capsule for 7 years, so she can’t possibly have normal values,

And I understand her stubbornness is a survival mechanism… but the problem is the kid is too smart.

She’s currently filming a 1vs10000 debate mad movie against her viewers.

Someone please step up and try to convince her.

[Comments]

-It’s not just “seems like” – it IS an extremely tough job lol

-Whenever she feels slightly challenged, she just goes “I don’t listen to those weaker than me”

-She’s such a handful lmao

-But honestly, when you listen to NoName, you start to understand her and sometimes get unexpectedly emotional and teary-eyed

[NoName]

[Just Chatting – Thinking Room (Thank you to everyone who supported me in today’s competition.)]

[Stream Time – 1:24:41]

[Viewers – 34552]

“The quantitative sum of happiness that the viewer just proposed can be seen as a form of utilitarianism, but are you aware that qualitative aspects can also be applied to utilitarianism? By losing this competition, I simply chose momentary pain that makes my arm feel hot rather than prolonged suffering. Personally, I find that qualitatively superior. Of course, if we consider the happiness of the audience watching this, my actions could be interpreted as socially wrong, but I’d like to distinguish between inside and outside the arena in this argument. We came here to fight, not to put on a show, right?”

-GG

-NoName is so stubborn… NoName doesn’t listen to adults…

-NoLogic ON

-In my opinion, she needs a spanking.

-The topic seems to be drifting into philosophy, streamer!

-“Doesn’t it hurt?” -> “Pain is just electrical signals that can be somewhat controlled with aura” – if you can’t counter this, this debate will never end.

-Wow, arguing with an 8-year-old is really tough lol

-For real lol

What was common sense became much more complex when elevated to a philosophical perspective.

NoName still maintained her stoic expression.

Eventually, her managers stepped in to mediate.

-(Manager1): You’re currently at odds with your father, right? We think it might be better for you to concede just this once to repair the relationship immediately. Whether your opinion is right or wrong.

-(Manager2): Yeah, I think so too. Apologizing is winning.

-(Manager5): NoName, trust us. Okay?

NoName narrowed her eyes and reluctantly nodded.

While she left the room briefly, her managers and viewers launched into an emergency strategy meeting.

[SaveMeFromGradSchool: We need a ‘NoName’ rehabilitation project.]

“Rehabilitation” refers not just to criminal reform but to restoring one’s attitude and mental state to a desirable condition.

[hells몬스터: But we need to know something to give advice. We don’t even know how the streamer lives day-to-day?]

There’s always a gap between broadcasts and viewers. This wasn’t much different for managers either.

[SuperconductingCat: Then how about we observe her daily life and offer advice?]

[ShinaOga: Like an observation vlog?]

[SuperconductingCat: Yes! That way we can understand NoName’s concerns and spot anything ‘strange’.]

[SaveMeFromGradSchool: That’s a good idea! But who will film? And how will we handle the Academy?]

They needed someone to follow her around as a cameraman.

But the Academy was off-limits to outsiders.

And if they left the camera to NoName herself, it would defeat the purpose of observing her daily life from another perspective.

When faced with this difficult problem, the final manager proposed an ingenious solution.

[ILikeCateMatesBest: Can animals enter?]

* * *

Wheeeeee-

An unpleasant noise rang in my ears from early morning.

There’s no scientific evidence that fall mosquitoes are more vicious than summer ones, but either way, they were equally disruptive to my sleep.

After tossing and turning with various streams of consciousness, I finally opened my eyes.

Wheeee-

A low-noise drone flying in midair.

True to its magical engineering, four magic circles in the cardinal directions kept the mechanical device afloat.

[Good morning!]

The faceless machine greeted me with a casual voice.

I frowned and answered quietly in a low voice.

“Why did you put a speaker on a drone… Ugh… What time is it now…”

[7 o’clock!]

“I usually wake up at 7:15… Mmm…”

My eyes started to close again.

Just as I was about to throw the thread of my hazy consciousness into the deep sea, angry waves surged and pulled my awareness back to the surface.

Wheeeeee-!

Click-click-click-!

As the drone kept changing positions and creating noise pollution from all directions, I finally sat up abruptly.

“You know I had a hard day yesterday. Ugh, why are you so desperate to torment me?”

[I don’t care about that, sis! It’s time for school, hmph!]

“Adela, please…!”

Vrooom-

Glaring at the drone roaming around my room did nothing.

Last night while I briefly stepped away from my stream, my managers had already agreed among themselves to film my vlog.

Of course I refused, but they even contacted Professor Cheon and forced this project to proceed.

[I’m quite curious about NoName’s school life too. I think it might be good to film it once?]

[What?]

[You might have something good happen tomorrow. I think it’s good to record such moments.]

Basically, they sold me out.

And so it was decided that Adela would control the drone like she was playing a virtual reality game to film my every move.

“Hey, how far are you going to follow me?”

[Why? Not allowed?]

“Shoo, shoo.”

Slam-

She was even trying to follow me into the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I came out with my hair soaking wet, dragging a towel on the floor.

I wiped the dripping water from my hair with the towel under my feet.

For breakfast, I stabbed a strip of bacon and a half-boiled egg with a fork.

With this small body, eating bread pieces too would make me too full and unable to digest all day, so I just eliminated the hunger pangs.

I put the towel in the laundry basket and went back to the bathroom to grab my toothbrush.

I sat demurely in front of the full-length mirror in my room and brushed my teeth.

[Cast: Warm Wind]

Meanwhile, I tied my hair into two ponytails and cast a warm wind magic circle on each.

That way, without having to brush separately, my hair would stay fixed as if I’d used a hair iron. The glossy hair was a bonus.

“Wait outside my room again.”

[Come on, it’s not like you have anything to show.]

“What? You want to die?”

I kicked out the deranged voyeur again and changed into my school uniform.

Unlike Arabyul Elementary that I used to attend, at Cephiron Academy I could choose a skirt with built-in shorts.

It helps to think of it as shorts with frilly lace attached.

After going back to the bathroom to rinse my mouth, I was ready for school.

“I’m off to school!”

“Okay. Take care!”

Professor Cheon’s work hours vary. Today I was leaving first, so I could receive his greeting.

While waiting for the Academy kids in front of the apartment, I browsed through various news and other information on my phone.

The drone flew up to my shoulder to capture what I was looking at on screen.

[What are you reading?]

“Just today’s news and… the latest academic papers.”

[Anything interesting?]

“Path configuration techniques using Olloid three-dimensional figures. It says you can omit 80% of circuit formulation in certain rotational motion magic circles.”

[Oh come on, NoName! Why did I even ask…! I’m definitely including this in the vlog unedited. The whole world needs to know how boring you are!]

“That’s a bit much.”

Friends who always run on Korean Time, about 3 minutes late for appointments.

Jihye and Seori waved from a distance and sprinted toward me.

“Kyaaaaa! NoNameeee!”

Han Seori, the Swedish mixed-race girl with platinum blonde hair, charged like a runaway train without looking back.

I nimbly dodged her wide-armed lunge with a weaving motion.

“What’s all this commotion so early in the morning?”

“Yesterday’s competition was amazing! I knew it! NoName is the strongest in the world!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it, so let go. Let’s talk while walking. Hi Jihye. Did you get home safely yesterday?”

“Yes…! I had a party with mom and dad? But my body hurt so much that I just lay on the sofa. So mom peeled chicken and fed me. Are you okay, NoName?”

“I’m sore too. Everything hurts.”

“Aww, you shouldn’t be in pain…!”

Having to go to school the day after an intense match.

This is all because we’re in elementary division.

The middle school division gives a week of rest after intense duels, but the elementary division doesn’t have that.

So I ended up fighting 1 vs 5 and going to school the very next day.

Isn’t this actual child abuse?