Chapter 59 : 50,000 Followers Commemorative Facecam Stream

Seated at my computer desk, I began making final adjustments to the camera settings.

The angle was perfect.

Even if I stood up from my chair, took a few steps back, or tilted my head downward, my face wouldn’t be exposed.

As long as I didn’t intentionally show my face to the viewers, there was no need to worry about accidental exposure.

Still, no matter how well I set up the angle, I couldn’t shake off the lingering anxiety.

So, I put on a mask just to be safe.

To completely eliminate any potential risks, I should probably wear sunglasses too.

But just imagining myself receiving the Price of Blasphemy while wearing sunglasses—ugh.

Horrifying.

Absolutely horrifying.

Depending on the intensity, the Price of Blasphemy would undoubtedly shatter the sunglasses.

And if the sunglasses shattered, do you think my eyeballs would be fine?

For an average person, that’d mean instant blindness.

Of course, I’m not an average person.

My body is practically indestructible, capable of withstanding stab wounds without a scratch.

So, maybe even if glass shards pierced my eyes, I’d be surprisingly fine.

But there’s no way to be absolutely sure.

This is a matter of perception.

The eyes are incredibly sensitive and vital organs—when faced with a threat, the natural reflex is to shut them tightly.

Who in their right mind would willingly test their eyeballs’ durability?

Moreover, as I mentioned, the Price of Blasphemy varies wildly in intensity.

Sometimes, it’s weak enough to just slightly disrupt my singing.

Other times, it’s powerful enough to shatter a marble table without effort.

That’s precisely why I never bothered preparing something like a motorcycle helmet to deal with it.

If even a marble table breaks, there’s no way a helmet would survive.

Ultimately, it’s best to just take the Price of Blasphemy head-on, with a bare face.

If I tried to use tricks like wearing a helmet, I might end up receiving an even worse punishment for being insolent.

It’s a thousand times better to have my face exposed than to go blind.

So, I decided not to wear sunglasses.

If my face gets revealed by accident, well—I’ll just go, “Yeah, I’m an Awakened.”

Might as well come clean.

What else could I do?

That said, let me make one thing clear.

If my face gets exposed because of the Price of Blasphemy.

Oh, dear deity.

That’s a loss for you, too.

I’m not threatening you.

I’m just stating an undeniable fact.

You went so far as to explicitly make daily streaming a sacred duty.

I still have no idea why, but one thing is clear—Shining Star wants my streams to be successful.

So.

Let’s stick to the script, shall we?

Mic test.

“Shining Star!”

The moment that nickname left my lips, I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact.

Thankfully.

Nothing happened.

Whew.

Looks like they understand the situation.

Good.

Everything’s perfectly set up for the facecam stream.

The time: 6:50 PM.

Just ten minutes left before I go live.

I glanced at my reflection in the camera feed.

My face was completely hidden.

All that was visible was a woman’s voluptuous figure.

If the sin of lust had a physical form, it would probably look exactly like this.

Not that I should be surprised.

A facecam stream—by its very nature—hides the face while emphasizing the body.

And at this angle, my chest looked several times bigger than it actually was.

It’s not that exaggerated in real life.

“Ugh…”

Staring absentmindedly at this bundle of pure desire in the camera feed.

A strange, tingling sensation stirred in my chest, creeping into my thoughts.

Yeah.

For the sake of my mental health, I should probably avoid looking at the camera feed for the rest of the stream.

And so.

The broadcast began.

Stream Title:

[50,000 Follower Commemorative Facecam Stream]

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•Hail the Cult Leader! (A greeting for the streamer).

• I’m heeereeeeeee!
• BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOOOM! OPEN THE DOOR!
• I’m getting dizzy! Turn on the cam already!!!
• Today, the NongNong Cult shall prevail.
• I’ll hold my breath until NongNong Jiah appears. Huuuup.
• So many NongNong followers today, geez.
• Heretics! Get rid of those bastards!

I wasn’t brave enough to turn on the camera the moment my stream started.

“…Hello.”

• LOL, that voice.
• Why do you sound so timid?
• Are you a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse or what? LOL.
• Why do you sound so depressed? LMAO.

You nailed it.

A cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse.

I don’t think there’s a better way to describe how I feel right now.

I need serenity.

I need inner peace.

“Let’s begin with a solemn prayer. Everyone, close your eyes and bow your heads.”

• Ugh.
• Even today, we’re doing this?
• Gotta stick to the script, huh.
• Whoa, real-time GSP just hit 5,000.
• Why is the viewer count skyrocketing?
• The cam isn’t even on yet. WTF.
• Guess the news spread like wildfire.
• Yeah, I posted it all over the community.
• Nice.
• You’re the MVP, bro.

Ignoring the flood of chat messages, I proceeded with the prayer.

Today, more than ever, I must pour my whole heart into it.

Follow the script.

Stick to the plan.

You all know what comes next, right?

After the prayer, I killed some time with meaningless small talk.

• Slo…wly.
• I’m burning up here, ahhh.
• Turn on the cam alreadyyyyyyyyyyy!
• NONG! Jiah, please appear! LOL.
• BANG! Jiah, please appear! LOL.

I had officially run out of excuses to delay turning on the cam.

Sigh.

‘Sigh…’

‘Siiiiiiigh…’

After three deep sighs that could sink the earth, I finally spoke.

“…Here goes.”

And with that, I switched the broadcast screen to the standby mode.

• Waaaaaaaaaaaa!
• Thump thump thump thump thump thump!
• IT’S HAPPENINGGGGGGG!
• Drumroll drumroll drumroll drumroll!
• The big one is coming!
• No, wait, the small one is coming!
• Hmm… but what if it’s just something in between?
• It’s Gamda-dwi.
• Why the hell is someone’s natural physique considered Gamda-dwi? LMAO.
• Whatever, it’s Gamda-dwi anyway.

And then.

I switched to the half-cam screen.

“…”

Uh.

Um.

What am I even supposed to say?

I usually have a weird obsession with keeping my streams lively—dead air drives me crazy.

But for some reason, talking feels super awkward today.

Still, I forced out some words.

“…Hello?”

I greeted them again.

And then.

• Holy sh.
• ‘What the f—’
• Huh?
• HUH???????
• ????????????
• Oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow.
• [Message deleted by CleanBot.]
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The chat was instantly flooded with nothing but:”[Message deleted by CleanBot.]”

These bastards.

What the hell did they type to make CleanBot go on a killing spree?

Lee Jiah had planned to just do a lazy half-cam stream, even if it meant taking some heat, so she didn’t bother preparing any special outfit.

She just wore the comfy clothes she usually lounged around in at home.

But contrary to her intentions.

A plain white T-shirt and dolphin shorts turned out to be the ultimate choice.

[Domestic VTuber Gallery]

Title: Live Update – Lee Jiah’s Half-Cam Stream.JPG.

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Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Comment History (152+)

• WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF.
• Is this real?
• Not edited? No way.

ㄴ Go check the stream yourself. It’s insane. LOL.

• Wow, that body.
• Holy shiiiiiiit, I’m going to watch this right now.
• Damn, I’m at work right now. FML.
• Ugh, I can’t hold back anymore.

ㄴ Hey, hey, hey.

ㄴ Hold back from what, you lunatic?

ㄴ Report this guy.

• Is that surgery? No way her chest is bigger than her head.

ㄴ There’s a limit to surgery, dude.

ㄴ This guy thinks surgery can do everything.

It was a physique so overwhelming that there was no explanation except divine intervention.

And considering that Beachy Mutbyeol had seemingly created Lee Jiah’s body with their own hands, the most accurate description would indeed be “a body shaped by divine grace.”

However, from the viewers’ perspective, Beachy Mutbyeol was nothing more than a fictional deity, a part of Lee Jiah’s roleplay universe.

But it wasn’t just community forum users watching Jiah’s half-cam stream.

The rumors about her doing a half-cam stream had spread across the entire streaming community.

Quite a few streamers—including Ayase—were watching live.

And the reason this rumor had spread?

[The Devout Followers of Beachy Mutbyeol]

Title: I Spent All of Yesterday Spreading the Word About the Prophet’s Half-Cam Stream

Post Content:”It was worth it.

Ehehehehehehehehe.

I can die happy.

The Bbang-Bbang Cult has triumphed.”

It was because of her devoted followers.

Mindlessly spamming and spreading rumors wasn’t exactly the ideal way to be a proper viewer.

But for those blinded by devotion to their Prophet, nothing else mattered.

It was fanaticism.

A fanatic streamer with fanatic viewers.

Like streamer, like audience.

“The outfit is kinda… super lame, huh? But hey, what do you want me to do? At least I turned on the half-cam.”

It was the usual bait, meant to provoke a WWE-style chat riot.

Normally, when I said something like this, chat would respond with “DOOMED,” “GAMDA-DWI,” “DIE DIE DIE”—the usual.

That was how the script was supposed to go.

But instead.

• Hehehehehehehehehe.
• Actually… this outfit is kinda amazing.

•Hehehehehehehe.

• Come heeeeeeere!
• BANG! LOL.
• No, this isn’t just a bang! This is a MEGA BANG BANG BANG BANG! LOL.
• BAAAAAAAAAAANG!
• Wow, that body.
• Why is it bigger than the avatar?
• Equal to or even greater than the avatar.
• MEGA JIAH.
• Hug me.
• Sniiiiiiiiff… haaah… sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff.

For some reason, the viewers seemed more than satisfied with my lazy outfit.

[NongNongDanWasDisappointed has donated 5,000 won.]

“I was disappointed by the bang-bang, but then I saw the MEGA bang-bang, and now my eyes are popping out. Big thumbs up. LOL”

[ㅇㅇ has donated 5,000 won.]

“I’m a NongNongDan member, but I gotta give this a like.”

[IceCreamTruck has donated 3,000 won.]

“Even the NongNongDan approves. LOL”

“Stop making such a big deal out of this! It’s not like it’s anything special…”

• Big deal?
• This isn’t just a big deal, this is INSANE.
• MOUNTAIN.
• The divine power storage is crazy.

•Ahhh.

• This must also be the grace of Beachy Mutbyeol.
• Just how much divine blessing did you receive? LOL.
• Beyond human levels?
• So when you said you weren’t human, that wasn’t just roleplay, huh?
• This is just the average physique of a devoted follower. Please don’t misunderstand.
• Not human.
• But seriously, those thighs tho. Hehehehehehe.
• Honestly, I’m more into the king-sized thighs than the chest.
• Wearing dolphin shorts? GAMDA-SAL APPROVED.

“Ughhh…”

For some reason, the chat was picking apart every single thing I said today.

I felt like I couldn’t say anything without them jumping on it.

[JamSam has donated 5,000 won.]

“My mom walked into my room without knocking to bring me an apple and told me to stop watching before my bones dissolve… What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know! Don’t ask me about weird crap like that!”

[GentlemanFollower has donated 4,000 won.]

“So it’s natural? So it’s natural? So it’s natural? So it’s natural? So it’s natural?”

“No, I got implants.”

It was a reflexive lie that slipped out of my mouth.

I didn’t even know why I lied.

Maybe.

I was just embarrassed because the chat was reacting way more intensely than I expected.

However.

• Yeah, right. LOL.
• What implants? LOL.
• Anyone can see those curves are real. LOL.

[BreastExpert has donated 10,000 won.]

“I’ve been watching female streamers for five years. This is real. Thank you.”

• Wow.
• The breast expert has arrived. Whoa.
• Thank you, Boob Sensei!
• Boob Sensei?! LOL WTF.
• That sounds so wrong. LOL.

“…”

With the appearance of the breast expert, my lie was instantly exposed.

Who the hell is this lunatic?

It was a username I’d never seen before, probably a random viewer who showed up after hearing the rumors.

If you’re a lurker, just lurk quietly.

Why did he have to drop inconvenient truths like that?

[PinkBowlLovingCultistNoona has donated 5,000 won.]

“Is the pink bowl real too?”

“Ah, this… this is a wig, yeah.”

Another lie slipped out of my mouth.

• You think that’s real hair? LOL.
• Of course it’s a wig. LOL.
• The hair, yeah, but the chest… wow.
• The hair did seem kinda wig-like.
• It’s too silky and bouncy. LOL.
• But it’s probably an expensive wig.
• Wigs like that cost hundreds of thousands of won. Super pricey.
• ‘Didn’t want to do a face cam’ but still came prepared. LOL.

Unlike last time, this lie actually worked.

Probably because my hair was almost unnaturally silky.

Then.

A particular donation caught my eye.

[HoloHoloHolo has donated 3,000 won.]

“Beachy Mutbyeol <- If you’re grateful for their blessings, smash that like button. LOL”

“GAH!!!!!!!”

BANG!

That wasn’t the sound of me slamming my head down.

That was the sound of me slapping my desk.

“MOD, BAN THAT GUY IMMEDIATELY!”

• Whoa, what the hell?
• What happened all of a sudden? LOL
• JIGGLE.
• Even while raging, the bounce. Oh my.
• Thank you… thank you… thank you… thank you.
• A GIF has been born. Hehehehehehe.
• Damn… look at that divine power storage.
• Divine power at MAX capacity. Whoa.
• F*ck, I missed it! Do it again!
• Asking for a replay is crazy. LOL
• No, seriously, why is she reacting like this? (I genuinely don’t know.)

“Let me make this clear in advance—today, absolutely! Absolutely no mercy! No blasphemy, no calling Mutbyeol-nim weird nicknames, just nothing! If you don’t want to get banned, you have to worship, no exceptions.”

Even if I had scripted things in advance with Mutbyeol-nim,I still had to be careful.

I had to ruthlessly purge any viewers who dared to blaspheme, cutting them off completely to prevent the consequences of blasphemy from ever occurring.

Wait, I think I got a little too worked up.

I had shown a rather sharp and fierce side of myself, so I was about to apologize to the viewers.

Oh right, now that I think about it, today’s not a day to face the consequences of blasphemy.

•True lol if you do, your face gets revealed lololol.

•Holy sh*t, I didn’t even think of that;;;

•Your commitment to RP is seriously top-tier lolol.

•The god of RP.

•RP execution GOAT.

•I keep saying, the streamer’s secretly smart.

•Not secretly, just outright smart.

•If they were dumb, their RP would’ve fallen apart ages ago.

•Yeah, I mean, having three brains, there’s no way they wouldn’t be smart lol;

•What.

•Lmao fr.

•Three heads? Aahh lol.

I’m seriously asking, is “Zealous Devotee”—this species—supposed to have three heads?

ㅔ.

As you can see, ㅔ. It’s a racial trait.

The viewers took my sharp tone as just part of the stream.

Well… it’s good that they accepted it.

I appreciate it, really.

But this isn’t RP.

It’s real.

So.

Manager, what’s up with this guy?

“They’re still alive. When are you going to deal with them? A permanent ban might be too much… Just handle it at your discretion.”

Usually, this guy was great at his job, but today, he was being weirdly slow.

“Answer.”

[MutbyeolNoona’sGrace: Ah, sorry. I was just clipping the moment you slammed your desk. I’ll ban them right after I finish.]

“…”

[MutbyeolNoona’sGrace: I’ll upload the clip to the community, so viewers, don’t worry.]

•This madman lmao.

•Look at this manager lolol.

•But tbf, he’s good at his job ahaha.

•Cyaaahhhhhh.

•I knew I could trust you!

•Thank you.

•DA NI GER.

I let out a small laugh at my manager’s shamelessly confident response.

Honestly, it’s so bold that it’s kind of endearing.

Fine.

In return, this month’s chicken will be boneless with 60% dry breast meat.