Chapter 19: [JUST CHATTING] I got monetized!!! [Yuki / Lunaverse] (2)

[LoliDaisuki has donated ₩1,000,000!]

–Womb punch!

“…Eh?”

A red superchat.

And not just any red superchat—this one was worth a full million won.

And the message said…

“Womb punch…?”

What the f*ck?

Womb punch?

How do you even string together four characters into something that vulgar?

…I f*cking love it.

Now this is what being a Yukidan is all about.

–?

–?

–Womb… what now?

–lmao what the f*ck 😂

–I’m gonna lose my mind

–Womb punch omg 😂😂

–No way 😂

–That’s not just fire, it’s nuclear

–LOL

–I’mgonnalosemymindI’mgonnalosemymindI’mgonnalosemymind

–This is chaos 😂

The chat exploded.

The power of “womb punch” was no joke.

Just four syllables, and it had the whole Yukidan losing their minds.

[Manager: Yuki?]

[Manager: Hold on.]

[Manager: For f*ck’s sake, wait a sec.]

Well, I’ve got no choice then.

The stage has been set.

A festival’s broken out—you can’t have a party without the star of the show.

[Manager: You crazy b*tch.]

[Manager: You didn’t. You didn’t, right?]

[Manager: Seriously?]

I ignored the messages piling up in the corner of the screen.

Then I closed my eyes tight and—

“Kehuk…!!”

Time for the womb punch reaction.

“Kuhak!! N-Noo… if you hit me there again… what’s inside might shatter…”

–LOL

–Wait what

–What’s shattering???

–Shattering the preservation chamber 😂

–wtf 😂

–That’s the one

–She’s absolutely insane

–This is… this is the abyss?

“The lightbulb… the lightbulb is gonna shatter…”

There wasn’t actually a lightbulb inside me.

And obviously, I wasn’t actually getting hit either.

So why react like this?

Well…

Because it’s funny.

[LoliDaisuki has donated ₩1,000,000!]

–Clink!

A perfectly-timed follow-up donation.

Even the message was on point, like they were in sync with me.

Then…

I guess I have no choice, do I?

I can’t just run off after setting the stage.

The only thing left to do is charge forward like a true madlad.

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Shatter.

Denkyuu Suigetsu (Lightbulb Moon Over Water).

(TL note: Denkyuu Suigetsu (電球水月) is a playful parody of a classic Japanese poetic or martial arts naming style, like for example “Shattering Lightbulb Technique: Moon Over Water”)

(TL note: Text bubble: “Clang!!”)

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“Kyaaaaaaaaah!!!”

–AHHH 😂

–She really shattered it 😂

–Clink~

–LMFAO

–Insane 😂

–Jesus f*ck

–LOLOLOL

–I’m dead 😂

As soon as I screamed, the chat ignited.

Flames of crimson burned bright all around me—

and I stood right at the center of the grill.

Literal flames.

The spark that was “womb punch” had grown into an inferno that consumed the whole stream.

Honestly, maybe the Yukidan just wanted to watch the world burn.

No, scratch that. They definitely did.

Why else would anyone send a message like that?

But they’re the viewers I chose.

This is the stream I chose to do.

So, it’s only right I bear the consequences.

Yeah. I’ll…

I’ll stand in the flames.

“Kehuk…”

–LOL

–Stop, you insane woman

–Omg 😂😂

–LOL

–We’re past flames now, this is nuclear

–For real tho

–LMFAO

Even after I collapsed,

the fire raged on.

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After the stream ended.

As always, the manager scolded me.

‘Are you out of your damn mind? My god. Womb punch… What the f*ck.’

‘I…’

‘You insane b*tch. How many times have I told you? Please, for the love of god, have some restraint. I’m not even asking for elegance—just don’t cross the damn line.’

‘S-Sorry, really sorry…’

‘Shut up. Do you think sorry cuts it?’

It was hell.

Straight-up hell.

She chewed me out until 10 PM.

Considering the stream ended around 6 PM, that was nearly four hours of nonstop verbal beatdown.

But honestly, I kinda deserved it this time…

It was my first monetized stream and I went a bit overboard.

By some miracle, the stream didn’t get age-restricted, but if I keep this up, I’ll speedrun demonetization.

I seriously need to start playing chicken with the guidelines more carefully.

“Anyway, that’s not the point… How much did I make today?”

What mattered most right now was the revenue.

How much money had I made on my first monetized stream?

At the very least, I should’ve earned enough for rent, right?

Rent plus utilities and repairs is about 400,000 won total.

I did get a ton of 100,000-won superchats, even a few million-won ones, so I should be fine.

I opened the dashboard for my NewTube channel.

Stats immediately popped up on screen.

And the most eye-catching one was—

[Estimated Revenue]

[₩54,728,550]

I had never seen a number like that in my life.

“…?”

What the hell?

How many digits is that?

Ten… hundred… thousand… ten thousand… million?

Fifty-four million won?

From just a few hours of streaming?

Am I dreaming?

No, I must be dreaming.

There’s no way this is real, right?

This kind of income on the first monetized stream?

54 million won?

That’s literally impossible in the real world.

I immediately pinched my cheek.

But the sharp pain I felt was raw and vivid.

The kind of pain you’d never feel in a dream.

“It’s… not a dream?”

Did I really just make 54 million won?

From a few hours of goofing around?

Then again, it’s not that unthinkable.

The whole time, donations were coming in nonstop. The chat was rainbow-colored for hours.

And I lost count of how many 100,000+ won donations I read aloud.

There were at least five or six million-won ones, too…

[Estimated Revenue]

[₩54,728,550]

“…Heh.”

My lips slowly curled upward.

A sum of money I’ve never touched before in my life.

Who could hate money in a capitalist society?

Long live capitalism!

Money really is the best.

Now that I’ve got cash, first things first—I need to move.

It’s kinda messed up for a young woman to be living alone in a neighborhood known as “Crime City.”

And I’m sick of the roaches and drain flies.

Might as well move to Seoul, where the LunaVerse HQ is.

A fancy penthouse with a gorgeous Han River view.

The beautiful Seoul night skyline framed by huge glass windows.

How romantic is that?

Oh, and I need a new computer too.

No more struggling with the junk machine that can barely run Live2D.

I’m getting one of those hyper rainbow RGB glow-in-the-dark beasts.

The kind where pressing the power button lights up the room in color.

Who cares if it looks tacky?

That’s the essence of male dreams.

Ding!

Just then, a notification popped up on my screen.

[Manager: Oh right, Yuki.]

[Manager: Did you check your revenue?]

Grinning, I put my hands on the keyboard to reply.

But what came next wiped the smile right off my face.

[Manager: Around 30% of that will go to NewTube as platform fees.]

[Manager: And the remaining 70% gets split 50/50 with LunaVerse, as per the contract.]

[Yuki: …Huh?]

[Yuki: Wait, so my 54 million won…?]

[Manager: Yeah, after deductions, you’ll get around 35%.]

[Manager: That’s about… let’s see…]

[Manager: Yeah, you’ll be getting around 17 million won.]

“Ah, ahhh…”

Ah, my love… you are gone…

My beloved money is gone…

The payment shattered right before my eyes.

Should I call it a “fin/ish/ed income” now?

I made 54 million won, but all I get is 17 million?…

I mean, sure, that’s still a lot of money, but…

Still, it felt… off somehow.

Maybe it was the whiplash from thinking I’d get the full amount.

Felt like a fish I’d already caught slipped away at the last second.

[Manager: You okay?]

[Manager: You’ve been quiet…]

[Yuki: I’m fine!]

[Yuki: …Aside from my hands shaking.]

[Manager: Well, that’s a relief then.]

Relief, my ass.

I’m about to cry from how bitter this is!

Now I understand—nothing’s worse than getting something only to have it ripped away.

If this was gonna happen, why even show me the 54 mil in the first place?

It just made the disappointment worse.

[Manager: By the way, do you have time today?]

[Manager: We were thinking of doing a little celebration for your monetization.]

[Yuki: A party?]

A LunaVerse celebration? That’s news to me.

I thought this company was all stiff and serious?

[Manager: Yeah.]

[Yuki: So like, even the big execs would show up?]

Yikes.

If I run into someone like the head of LunaVerse KR,

I might get beheaded on the spot.

[Manager: Oh, it’s not an official company event.]

[Manager: Just a casual get-together. I wanted to personally congratulate you.]

[Manager: Plus, Rin just moved to Seoul.]

[Yuki: Phew, that’s a relief.]

So Rin finally moved, huh…

Well, unlike me in the metro area, she had to keep coming from Gangwon-do, so I get it.

She’ll need to practice dancing and singing anyway. Good call.

…I need to move too.

It’s an hour to Seoul, even for me.

And I don’t even own a car.

As soon as that payment clears, I’m looking for a studio apartment in Seoul.

[Yuki: Oh right.]

[Yuki: What’s the menu?]

[Manager: Haven’t decided yet.]

[Manager: What would you like, Yuki?]

[Yuki: Beef! Wagyu grade 2++ would be perfect!!]

Nothing beats beef for a party.

I haven’t even tasted it in months, but the memory of that rich umami is etched into my brain.

Ah yes, that lovely brown Maeyahee—

Wait, was it Maillard?

Whatever. Screw food science terms.

Beef is just delicious. Period.

[Manager: Sigh… Alright.]

[Manager: Not my money anyway. It’s the company’s.]

[Yuki: Yess!]

[Yuki: Thank you!!]

Dinner plans confirmed.

Good thing I skipped lunch.

Guess I’ll just sip water till dinner.