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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: All Master's Game Stream 13
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The screen suddenly went dark just as viewers were anticipating Haesung's backflip, leaving them tilting their heads in confusion.
-What the hell?
-It glitched out and actually crashed lol
-Weren't you gonna react!
-Boss come back! Boss come back! Boss come back!
It was no wonder they found it bizarre—the stream, which was supposed to end with a backflip as a reaction, had shut down out of nowhere.
-Maybe we got baited? It wasn't a backflip reaction, it was an early end!
-Wow! Early end as a reaction!
-Elbow donated 100k. Mission pay was a bit over 200k, so 300k to end early? Is that it?
-If he doesn't wanna stream, he could just donate 300k to his own account to end it lol
-Service fees gotta hurt though, right?
-That's vacation money.
-Ah, gotcha.
The viewers started chattering among themselves, leaving the now-silent stream behind. But the streamers watching it thought differently.
'What? Remote shutdown? I never taught Oppa how to do that.'
'The distance to the computer was pretty far. And he was clearly posing for a backflip. If the stream suddenly cut out like that... it might not have been his choice...'
Mint and Elbow.
These two pro streamers were the only ones still tuned in to Haesung's stream.
Naturally, they knew right away this wasn't a normal shutdown, and they immediately started piecing together why.
The reason was closer than they thought.
[Current Viewers: 532]
"Oh... 532?"
It was such a huge number that Mint had forgotten she was even streaming herself.
The count was fluctuating in real time, and with the stream off, people were trickling out, but it was holding steady in the high 400s to low 500s.
Viewers from Mint's stream, latecomers who'd heard about it...
It was the result of a diverse viewer pool.
A streamer on their very first broadcast, after barely an hour on air, had over 500 viewers?
"Ah... viewbot."
Even if Trica's AI flagged Haesung's stream as a viewbot, it wouldn't be surprising.
Viewbot.
A term meaning bots that inflate viewer counts—it had caused a huge controversy once, and afterward, Trica was said to have tightened up its AI detection for viewbots.
Of course, if it wasn't true, it'd get cleared up quickly. But with a viewbot scandal breaking out, there wasn't much upside, so Mint's expression hardened as she hurriedly threw out an end-of-stream announcement.
"There seems to be an issue with Oppa's stream, so I'm gonna go check it out. Sorry about this."
-Minba!
-But didn't you just say viewbot?
-So Comet's stream didn't end, it got suspended?
-ㄷㄷㄷㄷ Suspended on day one
Of course, some viewers latched onto Mint's slip-up, but she'd already hit the end button ages ago.
-She gone?
-Yep
-But seriously, what's going on...
With Mint gone and the dark stream screen staring back at them, the viewers gradually started dipping out one by one.
-Monster rookie Comet! Post in Streamer Gallery now!
-Lol I'm out first, gg
There were plenty moving to spread the word about the new streamer they'd witnessed today.
But still.
* * *
"...Viewbot, huh. But from my perspective watching from the start, there weren't any signs of that. It must've been the AI auto-suspending due to the sudden viewer spike."
Huh Changsu—Elbow—muttered to himself while staring at the darkened screen, stroking his stubbly chin as he pondered.
But only for a moment.
"Ah, Han Manager. Heh heh heh, sorry to call during your lunch break."
Casually picking up his phone, Changsu dialed 'Han Manager' from his contacts and let out a hearty laugh as he greeted him.
-Aigoo, a call from Elbow? I'd take it even if I was home eating or clocked out! So, what's the problem?
At the cheerful voice of the guy in his early-to-mid thirties, Changsu grinned back and continued.
"It's about this guy I've had my eye on lately... He did his first stream today."
-Oh yeah? He's pretty good too, huh?
"You bet. He'll hit True: Purple in two months and be ready to throw down with me."
-...Really? I know you wouldn't say something crazy like that... must be one hell of a talent.
"You know it. But on his debut stream—with what I said and a boost from Mint—viewers poured in."
-How many we talking?
"Over 500."
-...500 on debut. Yeah, fits someone you're watching. And Mint, you mean that Mint?
"Yeah, the all-around gamer who's skilled and cute."
-She's got her quirks, but can't deny it.
Elbow and Mint.
Mint might lack in some areas compared to Elbow, but she had a solid concrete fanbase.
Plus, she was pretty, a pro gamer, and a girl streamer—her value went beyond raw viewer numbers.
She ran great streams too, and while quirky, that quirkiness could be the spotlight that made a streamer shine in the market, if dosed right.
In short, two big-name streamers had latched onto a total newbie. Han Minwoo—Trica's manager for partner streamers—felt his interest piqued.
-Who's this guy?
"Mint's real-life big bro."
-...Ah, yeah, I've heard. The long-lost Oppa, right?
"You got it. But his stream suddenly cut out... Pretty sure it got suspended."
-Gah... W-wait... Suspended?
Minwoo's steps faltered hard on his way to lunch as the conversation veered off wildly.
Suspension.
For a streamer, it was like a bolt from the blue. And for Minwoo, who managed them, it was equally shocking.
-Why... why? A debut streamer shouldn't have any reason to get suspended...
Trembling like a leaf, Minwoo plopped down on a nearby bench and asked back, voice thick with worry.
Sure, 500 viewers was a lot, but for Minwoo—who handled partners pulling thousands or tens of thousands—it was peanuts.
But to fellow streamer Changsu, it was different.
"500 isn't small. Debut stream. Barely over an hour, and he pulled 500."
-But with you hyping him and Mint helping? 500's doable, right? Impressive, sure, but not unbelievable...
"Would the AI think the same?"
-Pardon?
"I'm asking if the AI judges based on human connections and relationships."
-...Ah.
Trica's moderation was handled by AI.
It was efficient, faster than humans at impossible tasks, but fully grasping human nuances? Tough.
Especially when it involved stuff outside Trica, like Streamer Gallery drama.
"This guy's gonna blow up. Might even stand shoulder-to-shoulder with me in the AP scene. He seems to have the charisma for streaming too. Losing him would hurt Trica bad, right?"
-R-right?
A gamer Elbow vouches for, great on-mic presence.
Mint's real bro to boot.
If he jumped to a rival, it'd sting Trica.
Knowing that, as Minwoo hesitantly echoed him, Changsu grinned and pressed on.
"Could you check it out for me?"
-...Guess lunch can wait.
"I'll set up a meet later. You like sashimi, right?"
-Haha, love it. If Elbow's buying, I'd skip lunch for it!
Relieved at Minwoo's good-natured laugh, Changsu thanked him again.
He hung up and stared at his own stream booth monitor, letting out a hollow chuckle.
"...Never got to see that backflip."
He'd shelled out 100k.
Not just to see a reaction, sure, but nothing stung like giving and then losing it.
He'd seen the grand finale, so expectations for the backflip were high—and now it was gone. Changsu moped for a while before standing up.
"Honey~ Can I get a bit more allowance this month..."
"Watch the kid."
"...Okay."
No way to recoup that 100k sponsorship he'd thrown in, he thought with regret as he headed out to soothe his whining daughter.
Elbow.
The object of envy for all Iron Fist players was just a family man at home.
* * *
"...What the heck is this?"
Frozen mid-pose, Haesung tilted his head at the blank screen.
[Stream Suspended.]
"Why?"
It was less than half a meter from the monitor.
Close enough for Haesung to spot the color of a bird's feather in flight—missing it would've been weirder.
But that didn't mean he understood the message right away.
"What'd I even do to get suspended?"
A hollow laugh escaped him.
It'd been a solid hour of hard work.
Capsule games drained more stamina than regular PC ones.
Plus keeping up stream banter on top—mental drain for sure.
Haesung's stamina and focus weren't frail enough to tap out from that, but the absurdity was undeniable.
"Oppa!"
"Yeah, you're here."
Spotting his expected little sister burst through the door, Haesung straightened up and waved.
Hayun relaxed at his nonchalant vibe—
"Whoa! Suspended!"
"Yep."
"But why are you so chill! I thought you pulled off some remote shutdown tech!"
"...Should I freak out or something?"
"...Ugh, never mind."
She quickly realized she'd misread it.
No one that dumb could ignore the giant 'Suspended' plastered there.
And she knew their perspectives differed.
'First stream ever, so even a suspension barely fazes him.'
Not like getting hit after years of streaming, or this forced debut on her urging.
"Anyway, for the suspension, I've got a contact at Trica, so I'll look into it."
"Just make a new ID, no biggie?"
"Suspended accounts get re-suspended if they link back to you. Chain suspensions make it harder to appeal."
"Ah."
With years of streaming under her belt—like the saying, even a dog at school for three years learns poetry—Hayun had the know-how inside and out. She assured him to leave it to her, no worries.
"How much'd you make today?"
"Dunno. Roughly thirty, forty?"
"...Hard to maintain, but damn, that's a haul."
"Eighty percent from Elbow and mission pay."
"Fair."
The Placement 5 Consecutive Wins mission was tough, so the payout was fat.
Especially with Mint's hardcore fans—not flighty viewers—backing it; calling it generous was an understatement.
Top it off with Elbow's sneaky 100k donation while lurking, and today was a jackpot.
"Well, suspension means kissing that cash goodbye."
"...For real?"
"Duh."
Sweat and blood—no sweat, but effort poured in, only for it to vanish into thin air. Haesung frowned for the first time.
Hayun watched with a grin, amused—
Ring ring ring—
"Oh, phone."
"Take it."
"Kay."
As Hayun dashed out to answer the sudden call, Haesung fiddled with the chair, creaking it back and forth. Moments later, she kicked the door open again.
"Hey! That door's gonna break! Open it gently!"
"O-Oppa! Quick! Answer the phone! Hurry!"
"What?"
Her frantic look made Haesung drop his hinge worries and grab the phone with a serious expression.
"Just take it!"
"...Sigh, who the hell's gonna marry that girl."
Hot-tempered, feisty.
Looks... decent for a sister, but as her bro, exasperating.
If Hayun heard that, she'd chomp his arm off. Shaking off the thought, Haesung answered.
"Switched."
-Ah, Comet... I mean, Park Haesung, right?
"Yes, that's me."
A flicker of hostility at the familiar voice—
-Yes, I'm Han Minwoo, manager overseeing Trica's partner streamers. Calling about your account suspension—looks like a mistake.
-...
Haesung's edge melted like snow at the name and title, replaced by surprise and confusion.
But it didn't last.
-Got a sec?
At Minwoo's cautious ask, he nodded without hesitation.
"Yeah, go ahead."
-Thanks. So here's the deal...
And so, on his first day streaming, Haesung forged a slim but solid connection with Han Minwoo—the famously capable but hard-to-reach Trica manager.
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