The Villain is Too Good at Broadcasting

All the proceeds from the auction of cherished items were to be donated in the name of the <Evil Gang> to terminal cancer patients in difficult situations, just as I had done once before.

Knowing my intention, the other guests also brought one cherished item each.

Thanks to this, the auction was conducted in a much more enthusiastic atmosphere than the first fan meeting.

The <Evil Gang> also responded warmly to our efforts, actively bidding on the items.

“The best underwear personally selected by streamer Shia. We will auction off a set of five 10,000 won panties bought at the market!”

“Have they been worn?”

“Are you out of your mind, human?”

“Come on, honestly, that would be a bit…”

“Hey! Isn’t it meant to encourage you to buy them in advance since you might wet yourself while watching the broadcast?”

“60,000 won!”

From sexual deviants to all kinds of lunatics, it wasn’t much different.

The cherished items auction proceeded in such a heated atmosphere, and some viewers cheered while looking at the items brought by Ju-hyun.

“I couldn’t go to my parents’ house to get any cherished items, so… I brought our second official album, with our members writing three-line congratulatory messages each. Hehe, sorry.”

Red Line, currently the most popular group in South Korea.

Red Line has nine members in total, and the album contains congratulatory messages from all the members…

It’s not exactly a cherished item, but it could be seen as valuable and precious enough.

I subtly asked Ju-hyun.

“Did they write it themselves?”

Ju-hyun nodded brightly with a smile.

“When I told them it would be auctioned at my brother’s fan meeting, they all wrote it!”

“Hmm, isn’t it usually not good for a celebrity to be involved with someone like me?”

“It’s okay! The event will be for a donation anyway. The agency said they would play it out in the media beforehand.”

Maybe it’s because she’s the CEO’s niece.

She’s straightforward with her words.

Anyway.

The fan meeting in the convention hall ended with the auction of Dong-su’s cherished keyboard.

The grand finale was a simple autograph session with the viewers who participated today and me and the guests.

I had practiced my autograph diligently for this day.

Security personnel were on standby to respond to any unexpected situations, and the signing event started immediately.

The first person to approach me was a male student in a school uniform.

As soon as he saw me, he bowed 90 degrees and shouted loudly.

“Hello, sir!”

“Uh…”

“I’m Kim Eui-jin, active as ‘SisaDog’ on MiTube! Nice to meet you!”

“SisaDog?”

“It’s short for ‘ShiaLoveDog’! Sir! May I ask you a favor?”

I had a bad feeling.

I quickly put up a barrier.

“No blowing in my ear, no kissing on the forehead. Absolutely not.”

“No, sir! I’d like to ask for your autograph!”

“Sure.”

More normal than I thought…

“Crazy bastard!

“Sir! Please sign on this small white stripe! I will brag about it during my broadcasts!”

The student, who introduced himself as ‘SisaDog’, pulled out a pair of famous brand panties from his school uniform jacket.

Ah, now I remember.

He was the one who bid 170,000 won for the panties in my wardrobe earlier.

I wondered where he got the money from, but it was all earned from broadcasting?

Let’s endure it.

They say patience can even avoid murder.

I gritted my teeth and signed on it.

The male student, who received my autograph, bowed several times and said to me.

“I will definitely succeed and propose a collaboration later!”

“…But what’s your main content?”

“If you’re curious, search ‘SisaDog’ on MiTube…”

“Next.”

Trying to promote without paying? Not a chance.

The next person was a stout middle-aged man with a full beard.

He looked to be in his 40s.

Right, maybe he participated to get an autograph for his son?

I smiled softly and looked at him.

“What should I write for you?”

The man smiled and nodded.

“Two-week denture confiscation.”

“…Pardon?”

“I feel thrilled whenever Shia says ‘denture confiscation’. I was so disappointed that I couldn’t attend the first fan meeting.”

Ah… he was my fan.

A fan in his 40s…

A rare kind of <Evil Gang> member I hadn’t seen even at the first fan meeting.

But he has a unique taste.

He likes denture confiscation.

I meticulously wrote ‘denture confiscation’ on a piece of paper, and the man burst into a hearty laugh and said.

“If I ever get dentures, I will definitely give one to Shia.”

Madness knows no age, does it?

Receiving someone else’s dentures certainly wouldn’t be pleasant.

I nodded awkwardly with a forced smile.

“Haha…”

“Have a great day. I’m terrible at games, so I won’t be participating in the next event.”

“Ah.”

He was a non-participant in the event.

Despite his unique comments, he maintained a polite demeanor till the end as he left.

Fortunately, the rest of the signing event went smoothly without any major incidents.

Although the number of people wasn’t small, it took quite a bit of time, but it was still nice to see the <Evil Gang> members’ faces after a long time.

With that, the final event in the convention hall ended, and the long-awaited meal time began.

Before moving to the buffet, I grabbed the microphone and spoke to the viewers.

“Today, I rented the entire buffet for the event. Please eat to your heart’s content.”

At my words, a few members of the <Evil Gang>, boasting their huge figures, touched their foreheads and said.

“Kukurukuku.”

“My stomach can expand endlessly.”

“Kukukuk… my stomach is already going wild.”

…Ah, yes.

4.

“Chan-sik.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault, Sung-jae. It’s the stomachs of my viewers that are at fault…”

A shocking event occurred where all the food in the buffet ran out.

The buffet had prepared more food than the number of people informed in advance, but even that wasn’t enough.

“Burp!”

“Oh man, free food is the best!”

“Ju-hyun-chan, got the album and super lucky!”

A few gluttons reminiscent of the first fan meeting.

They were very helpful even in the content we did then.

They were quite helpful when we caught Sharouts.

But these people aren’t them.

Now, they are just people who used my money very worthily, what can I say…

“Shia-kun.”

“…What?”

“Did we eat too well? Don’t look at us so lovingly.”

…Yes, homebody pigs.

Homebody pigs, indeed.

I gritted my teeth, trying to force a smile.

It’s not like I wanted to see it, but those four gluttons definitely devoured more than 20% of the buffet food.

Sigh.

Let’s not get angry over this.

It’s definitely not because I didn’t even get to eat a single plate of beef tartare that I’m this upset.

“The beef tartare was delicious.”

“Hehe, meat is always right.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it on my behalf.”

“Grrrr, genius! Don’t act so cool, Shia-kun!”

“Could you please stop adding ‘kun’ at the end?”

Please, I want to escape from this fan culture.

After interacting meaningfully with the viewers, I led them straight to the next activity.

“Viewers participating in the GTB content, please follow me, and those who aren’t participating are welcome to join as well.”

It was finally time to conduct the GTB content.

A large-scale participation content with numerous members of the Evil Gang.

Na-young had asked the part-time worker at Luna Capsule Room to set things up in advance, so we would arrive just in time.

“We’ve also set up tables and a large screen in the spare room of our capsule space. You can come and enjoy together.”

That was Na-young’s suggestion.

A thoughtful idea for those who can’t participate because they’re not good at games.

Even if they don’t play GTB, it was a heartwarming suggestion to go to the capsule room together and share memories.

Na-young definitely pays close attention to these emotional aspects.

The viewers cheered and waved their hands at Na-young’s words.

“Wow!”

“Support! Support! Support!”

No, why does the conversation always flow this way?

Thanks to that sensible idea, everyone who attended the fan meeting in the convention hall headed to the capsule room.

It was only about a ten-minute walk from here to the Luna Capsule Room.

However, when over a hundred people showed up at once, it naturally attracted the attention of the citizens.

We deliberately moved in groups of ten to avoid obstructing the passage of citizens, but it seemed inevitable.

Although the streamers might not be well known to the passersby, Ju-hyun’s presence was significant.

“It’s Red Line’s Ju-hyun!”

“Oh my!”

“Wow!”

“Hello, hello!”

As expected of an idol who updates her top price daily, most citizens recognized Ju-hyun and made a fuss.

I watched this scene with a faint smile.

To think I’m appearing on the same program as a celebrity who is so widely recognized.

That alone made me realize how much my position has changed from the past.

As I was looking at Ju-hyun with mixed feelings, a young child approached me.

Then he shyly grabbed the hem of my coat and said.

“Hello.”

“Hello?”

“You’re Shia, right?”

He must have been only about 7 years old.

It felt quite good that the kid recognized me.

I gently patted the little boy’s head and smiled.

“Yes.”

“Could you please give me an autograph?”

“How did you know I’m Shia?”

“Hehe, I saw your videos on MiTube!”

I see.

A request from such a polite young gentleman should naturally be honored.

“What’s your name?”

“Seong-ho!”

“Thank you, Seong-ho.”

“Yay, I’m going to brag to my friends at school.”

He must be in elementary school.

The kid happily took my autograph and then politely bowed before scampering off.

Then, a woman who seemed to be his mother smiled kindly and hugged him.

I watched this scene and nodded.

Then I slowly approached her to greet her.

“Hello. Are you Seong-ho’s mother?”

She received my greeting with surprise.

“Ah, yes!”

“Seong-ho watches a lot of MiTube, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t even mention it. He says he wants to become a MiTuber and spends all day watching MiTube.”

“Hmm, I see.”

“I’m not very familiar with MiTube, but, uh… Shia? I’ve seen you on TV a few times! I’ve also read articles about your donations…”

I see.

But the reason I came here was to protect the dreams of a child.

I carefully said to Seong-ho’s mother.

“Seong-ho’s mother.”

“Yes.”

“There are a lot of videos on MiTube that aren’t good for children. I really hope that children, who are the future of Korea, don’t watch unhealthy videos.”

“Ah, yes.”

I do have a conscience, after all.

It’s obvious what kind of impact my content could have on children in their developmental stages.

That’s why I urged Seong-ho’s mother in the most earnest tone.

“The same goes for my broadcasts.”

“Really?”

“I hope that Seong-ho grows up healthy and righteous. So, if you see him watching my broadcast, please scold him sharply.”

“Shia, brother?”

Seong-ho looked at me with wide eyes, startled by my sudden declaration.

I slightly turned my head to create an angle that Seong-ho’s mother couldn’t see.

And then I stuck out my tongue at the little guy.

Kid.

You’re still a hundred years too early to watch my broadcasts.

Was my message impactful?

Not only Seong-ho’s mother but also other parents around exclaimed in admiration.

“Successful people are really different.”

“I wish my son would grow up just like that.”

“Was it Shia? He’s a much better person than I heard! Very profound!”

“And a handsome young man speaks so sharply.”

Parents, beings that can never coexist with streamers.

I had bought their favor with a few words.

Of course, this scene was also planned to be uploaded to EvilTube. The intention was good, and the scene wasn’t bad either.

I smiled satisfactorily and turned around.

Before long, we arrived at the large shopping mall where Luna Capsule Room was located.

“Shall we go into the capsule room now?”

It was time to feed the attention-seekers.

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