The “I’ve tried it before” buildup is honestly real broadcast-genius level.
What’s with the avatar quality?
ㄴ Looks like a Prism rookie for real, even the name is a color.
ㄴ They said there weren’t any plans, I even asked in Kino’s stream.
ㄴ Isn’t this a surprise reveal?
A 1-try clear is seriously insane.
ㄴ That’s blatantly pre-studying though.
ㄴ Even if you pre-studied, that clear time makes no sense lol, seems like a prodigy.
ㄴ If a girl is this good then yeah, she’s definitely a prodigy.

I’m not a girl, and I’m not a prodigy either.

For me, this was a matter of life and death.

I just ran like hell to survive.

Today, I decided to turn on the stream in the evening.

I even posted a short announcement.

‘I really want to start streaming from lunch and keep it going all day.’

I’m bored, so I want to turn it on early.

But I know myself well.

If I do that, the tempo will definitely drag.

Even if it’s short, it’s better to make it impactful.

‘What should I do?’

I don’t really want to go out alone in this body.

I look like someone people would mistake for a VTuber.

Some alien research organization might abduct me.

‘Maybe I’ll take a bath for once.’

I stretched and headed to the bathroom.

I even filled the bathtub.

It’s a luxury, but I made some money yesterday.

Only after taking off my clothes did I really feel that my body had changed.

I deliberately stopped thinking about it.

I sank into the bathtub.

“Oh.”

Just like the water overflowing from the tub, my curiosity overflowed too.

Eureka.

It can’t be helped.

Curiosity about the unknown is human nature.

Especially when it’s on the lewd side.

* * *

The exploration wasn’t as enjoyable as I expected.

It was far beyond my defensive range.

“Hoo.”

After finishing my bath, I dried my hair.

‘Ugh, what a pain.’

Drying my hair takes forever.

I couldn’t lie flat on the bed.

My hair kept getting trapped and hurting.

‘How do women even sleep?’

I lay face-down.

The bed felt softer than usual.

This is a Venus flytrap.

It slowly swallows me so I can’t escape…

“Ueh.”

I woke up making a stupid sound.

My phone alarm was ringing.

It was the alarm I had set.

I still had some leeway.

I set it 30 minutes early.

I washed my face leisurely.

It was cold.

When rinsing, warm water came out.

“Uuugh.”

I sat in front of the computer making zombie-like noises.

I know I don’t need to make sounds on purpose.

But if you’ve never tried it, you wouldn’t know how fun it is.

When I speak, a cute girl’s voice comes out.

It’s a different feeling from voice modulation.

‘Is there anyone who’s experienced something like this?’

Maybe only transgender people?

Does their voice change like this too?

I don’t really know.

“Eeh?”

This time, the sound wasn’t intentional.

I checked the computer clock and froze.

It was already 5:56 instead of 5:30.

I had announced the stream would start exactly at 6.

I checked the camera.

My hair was a mess.

I looked like a crazy scientist who got hit by a bomb.

‘Still, I’m supposed to be a face-cam streamer.’

I grabbed a cap and pulled it down.

There was still a palm’s width of space left.

‘Was my head really that big?’

A static-like electronic noise crackled.

When I fully put on the cap, it turned 2D too.

The cap was photorealistic, but I was cartoon-styled.

They didn’t match at all.

Completely oil and water.

Because of me, the cap looked cheap.

Like someone with no skill forcibly pasted a photo cutout.

‘This isn’t the time for that.’

This isn’t the time to worry about trivial things.

I hurriedly started the stream.

It was exactly 6 o’clock.

“Hello! I’m Shiroring!”

Hi.
Hi hi.
Is that PPL? LOL.

There were about 20 viewers.

There was still a lot of chat for the number of people.

‘PPL? What does that mean?’

I’ll take any product placement they give me.

But who would give me one when I don’t even have 30 viewers?

Did you just copy-paste a hat image from the internet?
You can totally see the three stripes LOL.
Who made that? Sue them LOL.

“Ah.”

I turned the cap backward to hide the logo.

You think flipping it hides the stripes? LOL.
Why did you even make a rotating copy-paste hat?
That’s definitely PPL, damn LOL.

“Hold on a second!”

I ran to the closet.

I looked for a usable hat.

My current hairstyle was absolutely unfit to show people.

“Damn it.”

Three stripes, V-shapes, baseball teams…

Every cap had a logo.

In a rush, I grabbed a straw hat.

It was a hat I bought when I went to a valley.

Needlessly expensive for street quality.

I bought it when I went out with friends two years ago.

It happened to be my birthday, so I took the hat.

I never wore it again after that.

There was still a palm’s width of space left.

When I put it on, an outline formed to match my body.

The outside was drawn, but the inside was photorealistic.

They didn’t match.

“Better?”

I sat down.

Gomu gomu~
Straw hat LOL.
Whoa.
A straw hat with a shirt?
You pasted another image again LOL.

It covered my hair better, and there was no logo.

Perfect.

Are you playing Sisyphus?

“Ah, about that. I was thinking we’d just chat today.”

Turning on a game is risky.

Last time, I got chased by a toy monster.

Sisyphus is a game about rolling a boulder.

I don’t want to get crushed to death.

I’m in.
Drop.
I’m in.
26 viewers and just chatting LOL, you’re spoiled LOL.
Drop.
I’m in
Drop.

The chat gets flooded with ‘drop.’

Only two or three people are really driving it.

I want to ban them so badly.

But I don’t have the courage.

Two people are 10% of my viewers.

It takes the resolve of a movie villain.

The resolve to wipe out half the population.

“So we’ll play Sisyphus and chat at the same time!”

I laughed awkwardly and launched ‘Sisyphus’s Rock.’

‘Whatever happens, happens.’

I can’t avoid games forever.

If I die, maybe I’ll return to my original body.

[Because Sisyphus defied death, he was punished to eternally move a boulder without dying.]

White text appeared on a black screen.

[Is there meaning in moving a rock that will fall again? This is a journey to find that meaning.]

As soon as the intro ended, I was pulled in.

Into the screen.

Kugugugugu.

A rock rolled down the slope.

It was smooth and round, more like an experimental steel ball than a rock.

The problem is that this experiment is about crushing me with that steel ball.

A giant takoyaki is going to crush me.

I’ll become the bonito flakes on top.

“Waaah! This is why I said I wouldn’t play!”

I couldn’t run away.

An invisible wall blocked me.

No matter how much I tapped it with my tiny hands, it wouldn’t break.

I gave up and turned toward the rock, stretching my arms forward.

I’d be shattered.

If possible, I hope I return to my original body.

Thud.

The rock stopped in my hands.

Like catching a baseball with a glove.

It was house-sized, but not heavy at all.

LOLLLLL.
Forced hype at this point is art.
LOLLLLLLLLL.
Were you an actor before?

Huff, huff.

I gasped internally.

I almost died.

I saw my life flash before my eyes.

It was a bitter life.

‘Do my stats change with each game?’

That was the conclusion my small head reached.

Even during ‘Poppy Playtime,’ I wasn’t as out of breath.

I thought it was just because my body was sturdier.

I started rolling the rock up the slope.

“Ants go bump~ today too bump~.”

I hummed while pushing the rock.

‘Ah, this is easy.’

The rock didn’t feel heavy at all.

It wasn’t tiring.

Maybe because there’s no stamina system.

Why are you so good?

There’s nothing to be good at.

This game is all about controls.

This body is mine.

Since controlling it is easy, it couldn’t be simpler.

It’s almost boring.

The rock blocks my view, but it’s slow.

Obstacles stick out clearly in first-person view.

Projectiles fly ridiculously slowly.

‘Ah, this is boring.’

I already sang about three songs.

My changed voice doesn’t sound bad even to me.

Still, the singing itself isn’t worth listening to.

Singing isn’t just about voice, I guess.

Viewers seem to find it cute.

But I can’t keep this up forever.

There’s a limit to patience.

‘Maybe I’ll chat?’

Popular streamers communicate with viewers while playing games.

I should get used to that too.

I glanced at the chat.

The speed was insane.

‘What?’

These guys always chatted a lot, but this is different.

There are way more viewers.

Over 500.

It’s impossible to read.

So many emotes.

It’s dizzying.

The messages fly by too fast to catch.

“Huh? What? Why are there so many people?”

I asked with a grin.

Did I finally get acknowledged?

Did the horror game help?

‘Well, I did suffer a lot.’

Effort doesn’t betray expectations.

Yeah.

[Kinokino has donated 10,000 won!]

Shiroring, let’s play a co-op game together~

Kino.

Even though I’m clueless about VTubers, I did some market research beforehand.

The two major VTuber powers in Korea are Prism and Alpha26.

Kino is from Prism.

“Really? Seriously?”

I’ve seen many rookies get tricked like this.

I don’t want to become a joke.

[Kinokino has donated 10,000 won!]

LOL it’s real~ there’s a verification mark.

Sweet.

I want to pretend I don’t know 100 times and take a million won.

But I can’t.

Whoa, it’s Kino.
It’s real.
An honored guest in a humble place.
Great Kino.
Kino boost.

‘These people are insane.’

The people chatting aren’t my original viewers.

They’re wearing masks.

Bastards.

They swarmed over from that stream.

‘I’d love to!’

The words rose to my throat.

I swallowed them.

‘What happens if we collab?’

Do only I get pulled into the game?

Do we all get dragged in together?

If I freak out alone, won’t the stream be ruined?

“Sorry. I don’t think I can.”

I forced a smile.

I know it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Still, I don’t want to cause trouble for someone else.

[Kinokino has donated 1,000 won!]

Whyyyy ㅠㅠㅠ. (sad)

No million won for me.

The donation dropped to 1,000 won.

At the same time, the chat went completely to hell.

I don’t want to use harsh words, but nothing else describes this unsorted trash bin.

?
?
That’s messed up.
You won’t do it?

These ones are still mild.

There were plenty of messages I didn’t want to read.

Personal attacks were mixed in.

They’re a swarm of locusts.

Completely useless.

They barge into my farm and chew through every crop.

What’s left behind is broken plants and wounded ruins.

‘How should I refuse?’

I thought about how to escape.

They’re locusts, but also bees.

If I want honey, I can’t fight them.

Fighting customers is something only idiots do.

Even troublemakers are still customers.

Even if I fought 500 to 1, there’s no way I’d win.