episode_0402
by admin
“Those who arrived first are already having fun inside.”
Gulp~
Flower Mallaeng swallowed his saliva without realizing it.
‘Gye, I guess it’s okay… ?’
My heart ached to hear such meaningful words in a situation where I was already hesitant due to xenophobia.
Of course, regardless of that, the 100 percent participation rate was good news for her.
At least because of the characteristics of being a vertuber, you won’t be criticized by others for being boring. The more people there are, the more the burden on her will be distributed.
However, Kkotmallang thought that people who focused on IRL content would mainly participate, but that was a bit unexpected.
For example, this was the case with Jang Seok-ki, whose popularity has greatly increased not only among martial arts fans but also among the general public due to this controversy.
I also heard the news that Jang Seok-gi, like Sera, eventually signed with Awaken. However, if you are a person of Jang Seok-gi’s level, isn’t it a busy time because you have a lot of calls right now?
In the eyes of people who did not know the situation, including Kkotmallang, it was he who provided the clue that destroyed Crocodile Studio. She must have had a lot of other schedules and exercise schedules, so she was surprised that she participated in this content.
The staff seemed to sense her doubts and continued speaking as they entered the building.
“This is the first large-scale content planned by Awaken. If you make a big decision and say you will provide technical support, but you don’t, you will only lose yourself. That was probably the biggest reason why I tried to sign with Awaken in the first place. Right?”
Nod-
‘… That means other vertubers are also serious about this opportunity.’
Kkotmallaeng once again made up her mind. Let’s create at least one scene that will make an eye-catching impression. Only then will you be able to confidently ask for support.
The staff led her to a table in the hallway. He then held out a pen and paper that appeared to be a contract.
‘Rental agreement?’
“This is… ?”
“This is a contract that states that the equipment provided cannot be taken out of the building. Don’t worry, you can use it freely inside the building. There is no separate rental fee.”
I read the contract carefully and the contents of the contract were as the staff said. The clauses written in the contract were purely concerned about technology leakage.
There were no provisions prohibiting talking about or showing the equipment to viewers during the broadcast, so all you had to do was literally carry the equipment out of the building.
It wasn’t an incomprehensible measure, so I nodded and picked up the dried flower pen. Then, a thought occurred to me and I asked the staff.
“Well, isn’t the building divided into three buildings? I still don’t know what the buildings are for… So do I need to get different equipment each time I want to move between buildings?”
“Good question. The answer is ‘you don’t have to’. Although the building is divided into three buildings, all are connected by connecting corridors. So there is no need to go outside when moving between buildings. You can tell the purpose of each building as you enter. Additionally, there are clean smoking rooms in each building for smokers, so you don’t have to worry even if you smoke.”
“Umm… I see.”
Kkotmallaeng tilted his head for a moment as to whether the word ‘clean’ was suitable for a smoking room, but soon erased the question from his mind. It wasn’t a problem she should worry about as she wasn’t a smoker anyway.
The staff member with the signed contract in his arms stepped aside and handed me the key.
“When you go inside, there is a personal storage locker and a fitting room. You can wear the equipment provided there. here. This is the key to Kkotmallaeng’s locker.”
“Ah, yes… ”
Nodding
I received the key and went into the room where dried flowers greeted me.
I could see storage boxes neatly installed on the left wall and dressers lined up opposite them. And when I opened the door and came in, there was a fitting room in the direction facing me.
The dried flowers were carefully entered into the very authentic interior. It was to find the storage locker assigned to him.
‘Dried flowers… Dried flowers… we are here… !’
Clap!
“This, this… ?”
Kkotmallaeng opened the storage locker and was surprised to see the equipment inside. This was because the equipment provided was more authentic than expected. You should have been able to guess from the size of the storage box that it was quite large.
A green jumpsuit and gloves, a helmet with a design similar to the one Minho wore in the broadcast, a camera that was presumed to be used for filming, and several other unidentifiable items were seen.
“?”
Flower Malang found a note on the jumpsuit and picked it up. There was a simple instruction written on the note.
[Wear a jumpsuit and a helmet! When you turn it on, Kkotmalang’s avatar will be applied to the jumpsuit!]
“What?”
‘If you wear this, your avatar will be applied… ?’
Flower Malang looked down at the green jumpsuit with suspicious eyes.
As a vertuber, Kkotmallaeng also had some knowledge related to this area. The quality of avatars can be improved by using facials or motion capture, so there was no reason not to study from a perspective that was serious about broadcasting.
However, none of the materials she researched showed motion capture in jumpsuits like these.
It is common knowledge that to create truly high-quality work, you need motion capture equipment worth hundreds of millions of won and a dedicated studio.
But is that possible just by wearing this? It made no sense.
‘The design isn’t bad, but… ‘
I secretly liked it because it was not a flashy, embarrassing design, but rather a design that resembled the work clothes worn by technicians.
After thinking for a moment, Kkotmalain grumbled and picked up his clothes and helmet.
“First of all, you have to wear what you’re told… ”
At least she looked more comfortable than the clothes she was wearing to hide her identity, so there wasn’t much resistance.
She entered the fitting room and changed her clothes.
Seueueueueueueueueuuu
‘Surprisingly, the size fits well.’
Flower Malang was curious as to how Awaken knew its size and prepared something like this.
And finally, take off the mask, sunglasses, and hat that covered your face and put on a helmet.
The helmet was surprisingly comfortable to wear. My field of vision was clear and it wasn’t uncomfortable to turn my head. And most of all, it was nice that I didn’t have to wear a bunch of accessories like I just did to hide my identity by covering my entire face.
‘I told you to turn it on…’ ‘
Stutteringㅡ
The moment I put my hand next to Dried Flower’s ear as I was fiddling around with my helmet to find the power button.
Wow~
Along with a low vibration sound, a weak light began to come on inside the helmet. No, it wasn’t the lighting, it was the interface that was mistaken for dried flower lighting that was emitting light.
“Eeh… ?”
However, Kkotmallaeng’s nerves were directed to a completely different direction.
It was her hand that I happened to see.
The hands that should have been wearing green gloves were clearly exposed.
Same goes for her limbs. I saw that the jumpsuit I had just worn was gone and that I was wearing a colorful hanbok.
“What is this?!”
Swipe away the surprised dried flower helmet! took it off Then I twisted my body around and checked my clothes.
But her outfit didn’t change. The colorful hanbok and pretty hands were gone, and all I could see was a jumpsuit and gloves completely covered in green.
‘no way?’
Kkotmallaeng guessed something and put his helmet back on. The helmet, which came off with the power on, wrapped around her head again.
And her outfit, visible through the helmet, had been changed to a hanbok just like we had just seen.
Flower Mallaeng calms his pounding heart in shock and slowly looks at himself again. After I calmed down, I saw something.
‘The hand is not my original hand.’
Although the dried flower’s hand moved exactly as it did, making people think it was their own hand, the hand seen through the helmet was clearly not a real hand. The hands were smooth and thin, like the hands of an animation character.
The same goes for clothes.
Although the quality of the hanbok looked good, it looked like a cartoon and not realistic.
‘Is it really true? This is really… ?’
With a trembling heart, Flower Malang carefully turned around and looked at the mirror in the fitting room.
“This is me… ?”
There, a person who looked exactly like the avatar used in the Dried Flowers broadcast was standing there, looking at the mirror. A beautiful woman wearing a hanbok and a flower crown on her head. The woman, the flower avatar, was looking at the mirror with the same blank expression as her.
After staring at the mirror for several minutes as if fascinated, the dried flower screamed.
“Awaken is torturing an alien… !”
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