I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game - Chapter 389

◈ 389. [Side Story] After Classic Deokhu (2),

I started to study Internet broadcasting.

I learned the culture and formula of this edition by watching other people’s broadcasts. I personally saw, heard, and memorized the principle of how this floor works.

It was only then that I realized how ignorant I was.

As I changed the broadcast as much as I learned, viewers began to form little by little.

Added cam screen to broadcast. bought a light In addition to the PC for gaming, I bought a PC for broadcasting.

He opened a channel where video clips were stored and started managing a community of viewers.

Slowly but steadily, the number of viewers began to increase.

I wasn’t talented at anything.

It was the same with broadcasting. I wasn’t good with words, and I was poor at showmanship.

However, he had the tenacity and perseverance to push through to the end without giving up. I wanted to continue doing this job for a long time.

Practicing vocalization, trying to learn the latest Internet culture, thinking about broadcasting items… … .

By the time a year passed like that.

A video clip accidentally hit the jackpot.

It was a scene where I danced with joy after clearing the game that had been blocked for about a month.

At the end of the game, I jumped and jumped along the dance of the main character. But I think that dance was a bit funny.

– But why is that person dancing?

– I think I broke the end of the game called XXX. That thing on the screen

– Huh, that game is a memory. I used to play it when

I was young, but

I also hit it.

Viewers are flowing in from here and there, and word of mouth about me is circulating little by little in the community… … .

Also, fortunately, the game I played next was a classic, but it was quite famous at the time, so a lot of viewers came in to recall memories.

Even after that, the number of viewers fluctuated depending on the game I played, but I continued to broadcast and the broadcast overall grew with an upward trend.

I aimed for a broadcast that could be watched comfortably without controversy and steadily increased the number of fixed viewers.

And when I entered the third year of broadcasting.

I am the representative of the broadcasting platform beyond the middle… … not until

I was able to become a broadcaster to the extent of being in the upper ranks by a narrow margin.

***

The viewer who watched my broadcast in the first place has been steadily visiting my broadcast ever since.

He called me brother. I called him Jammin.

I didn’t know his name or age. But he was my longest-serving and most faithful viewer.

In particular, in the early days of broadcasting, when I was confused, he helped me by thinking about the direction my broadcasting would go and sometimes taking on the role of a manager.

I was truly grateful for the guy. It was to the extent that I wanted to meet them separately and buy rice.

But he seldom talked about himself.

Not to mention meeting him, he was reluctant to talk about his personal information. That’s why I didn’t mention it either.

In the first place, viewers and broadcasters had to avoid being too friendly.

… .

By the time the broadcasting has grown and now I am fully settled on this floor.

At some point, the guy stopped coming to the broadcast.

I was disappointed, but I was so busy that it was hard to even feel that kind of regret. I could only guess that he was also living a busy life.

Time goes by like that… … .

Suddenly, I thought about him. I searched the guy’s chat logs. I wondered if I might have left a message on a bird I didn’t care about.

Then

– Long time no see bro!

remained

A chat log he left a few weeks ago that I couldn’t read.

– Did the broadcast get bigger while I wasn’t here?

– Now if you don’t put in the donation, you won’t see the chat? Ha ha What is it,

the number of viewers increased so much that at some point, I couldn’t read all of the general chatting.

It’s been a long time since I and the viewers have been able to communicate through the messages that are printed out during paid sponsorships.

– hmm… I don’t have any money to lend… … .

– … .

– Hey bro.

– I’m having surgery soon… … .

– Can you give me one word to cheer up?

The message was cut off there.

I looked at the log in a daze and jumped up from my seat.

He left that chat a few weeks ago. Although a long time had already passed.

Something had to be done.

***

He tried to reveal very little information about himself.

No matter how much chatting on the Internet, there is information that is inevitably revealed.

He often went to a hospital in Seoul and was young. man. The guy who sometimes complained of chest pain and turned off the broadcast saying it was difficult to breathe.

I inquired about the hospital and was able to find him among the long-term inpatients without difficulty than I thought.

Although he was in a coma, unconscious, lying on the bed, connected to a mechanical device, and breathing out.

“… .”

was a child

After years of being immobilized and confined to his bed, he looked much younger than his actual age.

He put on a patient beanie over his shaved head, put on an oxygen mask, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Beep-beep-

The regular mechanical sound rings in my ears.

I stood by the bed and looked down at such a child.

Beep- Beep-

Beep- Beep-… .

The sound of his breathing was barely audible through the sound of the machines.

I couldn’t see any more and closed my eyes.

“My child really liked Godeok’s broadcast.”

His mother thanked me for coming and bowed several times.

“They waited until the child was thirsty only during the broadcast time. When there is no broadcast, watch the recorded video again… … .”

“… .”

“How boring is hospital life? Besides, how painful is chemotherapy… … It wouldn’t have been easy to endure with that small body, but thanks to Godeok-nim’s broadcast, the kid laughed a lot.”

Facing her haggard smile, I stuttered and asked.

“Why me?”

“yes?”

“There must have been a lot of broadcasts by other people who are much more fun than me… Why was it me?”

by chance

Come on a broadcast that no one is watching and say hello to me.

And that temper helps broadcasting grow.

Why was that? this child

After hearing my words, she stayed still for a while, then smiled vaguely and opened her mouth.

“Why me?”

“yes?”

“There must have been a mother who was much nicer and more patient than I was, so why was this child born to me?”

Her hand stroked the child’s parched cheek.

“When this child wakes up, let’s ask together then.”

“… .”

“Thank you for coming today. My children will also be happy to know that Godeok-nim is here.”

I left the hospital, leaving behind her polite greeting.

“… .”

The boy has been ill since birth. It is said to be a type of childhood cancer.

He is said to have lived in a hospital all his life. The only window he communicated with the world was the screen of his small smartphone.

He said he especially liked watching my broadcasts.

What the hell is so much fun about looking around this boring old man’s alcove?

… .

In recent years, his condition has been deteriorating.

Finally, as a gamble, I tried surgery. Surprisingly, the outcome of the operation was good.

However, after the operation, he fell into a coma and became virtually a vegetative state, and has not regained consciousness since.

“… .”

You reached out your hand to me trapped in an egg.

I’ve been chasing money before I knew it and ignored you when you needed me.

– Can you give me one word to cheer up?

What’s so difficult about that one word, cheer up?

Until you can’t read the request and you’re isolated from the world… … You abandoned it.

‘I also want to reach out to you who are trapped in an egg.’

just like you did to me

I also want to give you courage.

‘But what can I do… … ?’

That night.

Turning on the broadcast late, I asked the viewers.

“everyone. What is the most difficult game in the past?”

I asked again and again, recalling one resolution.

“It’s such a difficult and difficult game that anyone can see that it is not easy to overcome.”

Several people hit the chat, but one message caught my eye.

– How about the < Protect the Empire > Iron Man Challenge?

< defend the empire >.

It’s been 10 years since its release, and although it had its own popularity, the highest difficulty level that no one could clear – ‘Hell Iron Man’ mode.

I decided to give this a try.

It was kept secret from viewers, but it was pledged to donate all sponsorship revenue received until clearing to the Child Cancer Support Foundation.

I started playing

< Defend the Empire > was never an easy game. Besides, the hell iron man mode was really hard to vomit.

I got game over

Empires perish, perish, perish, perish, and perish.

but.

Do not give up.

Even if the bright red GAME OVER screen came to mind, I put it away as if nothing had happened and started the next episode.

– PRESS START

again.

Even if dozens of hours of painstakingly worked rounds explode in an absurd accident.

– PRESS START

again.

Even if the rounds that endured for hundreds of hours eventually collapsed in front of the enemy’s offensive.

– PRESS START

again.

Even if the round that reached the ending corner fails at the last stage.

– PRESS START

again again again again again!

Once again –

don’t give up.

I will fight in my own way. I will try to overcome this difficulty.

I will cheer you on.

so you too

Please don’t give up.

Continue your fight… … .

… .

after half a year

I succeeded in the < defend the empire > challenge in the 742nd playthrough.

Defeat the final boss and clear the last stage.

Finally reached the end of the game.

And-

***

… .

The submerged consciousness gradually becomes clearer.

It was like waking up from a terrible hangover. I groaned and twisted my body.

Sensation returns to the extremities of the body. Be aware of your fingertips and toes. Twisting my aching bones as if they hadn’t been used for a very long time, I managed to open my eyes.

My vision is blurry.

‘Where is this… … .’

I’m obviously drinking a lot… … Open the teleport gate and fall into it and… … .

I fell into the pitch black darkness.

But here it is warm, soft and even smells good.

‘what?’

I blinked a few times and the world became clear. I was then able to take a good look around.

The ornate palace… … was It’s a pretty expensive place, except for the fact that it’s all decorated in pink.

I was lying on the floor of this palace. And someone was giving me a lap pillow.

yes?

A knee pillow?

What I was cutting was a warm, soft thigh. No, who the hell is thanking me like this… … No embarrassing thing… … .

Let’s slowly lift our eyes up and examine it

. I woke up.”

I saw the face of a woman smiling lightly at me.

Red eyes on white skin. Horns sprouting from both sides of her head with glossy pink hair. And the distinctive monk’s attire.

… That is to say, the 7th rank leader of the monster corps.

It was Salome.

The succubus queen smiled softly and shyly asked me.

《Did you sleep well honey?》

Like a puppy waiting for its owner, it even wags its characteristic tail from side to side.

“… .”

Looking up at Salome like that in a daze, I

said, “Wowaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Unknowingly, I stretched out my fist and slapped Salome on the chin.