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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: All Master's Game Broadcast
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After wrapping up the stream.
Once he'd taken a quick shower and changed into comfortable clothes, Hayun appeared in front of Haesung.
"You're really going to hire a manager?"
"Have to."
"You don't have any money."
"No choice. I'll take care of them personally, even if it's just a little. Once the stream stabilizes, it'll be even more."
"Hmm, for a broke guy..."
Even under Hayun's sharp glare, Haesung didn't bat an eye.
'Just one treasure from my sub-space would be worth more than your entire fortune, little sis.'
All his abilities were sealed, his divinity gone, but his sub-space was the exception.
Sure, he'd had to leave behind world-destroying archmage scrolls and divine artifacts infused with godly power, but it didn't matter much.
On Earth, Haesung was just an ordinary guy with a tough, agile body.
Of course, excluding the part where that ordinary guy could dodge bullets just by spotting the gun barrel.
"Anyway, looking at your viewer count, it seems like that deal with Han Manager will go through. Tell him upfront."
"What do I say?"
"If you become a partner streamer, ask the manager to get a small salary too. Like 30% or something?"
"Sounds good to me."
Managers usually didn't do it for the money—they just helped out their favorite streamers.
Like always watching the stream and managing the chat?
Meeting up occasionally, buying meals, slipping them some pocket money—that was plenty.
But Trica actually paying a salary to a partner streamer's manager? Even if it was modest, it felt like free money to Haesung.
"Well, only one person."
"Better than nothing."
"Right? Thanks to you, I can throw my weight around with my own manager a bit."
"Don't bully them."
"...There isn't a better boss than me?!"
"And if you're thinking of sending gifts, don't do mint chocolate gift icons."
"..."
"You didn't, did you?"
Haesung gave her an incredulous look at Hayun's sudden silence from what he'd said in jest—but
"Then I'm off to check the manager applications! Bye!"
"...Never mind."
He could only dry-wash his face as she bolted to her room like she was fleeing.
With a thud, the door shut and clicked locked. Haesung headed back to his room and started sifting through the growing stack of manager applications.
* * *
"Quite a few applied."
"Lots of joke entries too."
"Gotta filter those out."
Even for a single stream manager position, nearly 100 people had applied.
Half were obvious jokes, of course.
Anything like "please sign this" or "buy me a meal" or "get me Melona"—straight to the trash.
"No big deal."
"So about 50 left."
"Still a lot."
"But they're all fans who came for you, Oppa. We gotta interview them."
"...Yeah, true."
Even so, over 50 serious applicants remained.
For a streamer who'd only been at it a week.
That fact was absurd, but given Haesung's stream scale and buzz, it made sense.
Holding 1,000 average viewers after just a week, praised by a major corp streamer like Elbow at the top of his game.
No one could dismiss him as a noob anymore.
"Where do we do the interviews...? Rent a study room or something?"
That's why Haesung was seriously pondering interview space with the unexpectedly large group when.
"...Pfft!"
"...Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"
Hayun burst out laughing at his words, clutching her stomach and rolling on the floor.
Naturally clueless, Haesung tilted his head.
"Oppa, you think everyone watching your stream lives in Seoul?"
"...No?"
"Then the manager applicants are scattered all over, not just Seoul?"
"Right."
"So you're gonna rent a study room and make them all come to Seoul just for a stream manager gig?"
"...Yeah, that'd be tough."
Only then did he catch the flaw in his own words, thanks to Hayun.
A stream manager interview couldn't be like a real company's.
Having folks trek to HQ from everywhere was one thing; dragging them to Seoul for stream management was another.
"It's this day and age. We can do it all in VR."
"VR?"
"Yeah, mainly 'Fantasia' and 'Real World.' For people like you, it's usually Real World."
"What's Fantasia?"
"No restrictions on gender or looks—pure fantasy world. You wear an avatar you make or someone else's and live there."
"Sounds fun."
"It is. Some weirdos because of the no-gender thing, but it's super popular."
She wrinkled her nose at "weirdos," but quickly patted Haesung's back and thumbed at herself reassuringly.
"I'll handle it, so prep the interviews, Oppa."
"Won't cost money, right?"
"Not much. Interview room rental's like 100,000 won a day? Cheaper than a study room."
"...I'll pay you back later."
"Nah. Just a senior looking out for a junior."
"Slipping in that you're the senior, huh?"
"...Ahem, prep well!"
With her handling the space too, they wrapped up. Haesung clicked through the Monday interviewees' files.
* * *
Real World.
A VR game recreating any place on Earth.
More precisely, video chat turned VR, but details didn't matter.
Free got you an empty room; pay extra for furniture or premade ones.
Travel the world from home, work remotely—no exaggeration, Real World made it real.
Haesung entered the interview room Hayun bought—one of their top-selling conference spaces—using the code she'd sent, and whistled.
"...No different from real life."
Spacious room.
Applicant seats facing interviewer seats.
Outer area for waiting, with snacks.
VR, so no real fullness, but decent taste.
First in, Haesung lounged in the interviewer chair.
"Let 'em in."
-Okay.
Hayun, coordinating outside and ushering from the waiting room, sent in the first applicant right away.
* * *
"I'm 26, army vet. Watch your stream a lot, so confident I can manage it well."
"Time?"
"Job hunting now. At least a year free."
"Got it."
"...If it's not rude, a photo together?"
"No problem."
Click.
After the tenth, Haesung snapped a screenshot via the system's tool and checked applicants during break.
"No one yet."
Varied bunch.
Fresh 20-year-olds, plenty in their mid-to-late 30s older than him.
They knew streaming inside out, better than him sometimes, and kept proper boundaries.
But none quite clicked for Haesung.
"Start Team 2."
-No one yet?
"Nah, not even halfway."
-Got it, sending.
Nodding to Hayun's mic chat from reality, he flipped through Team 2 files.
* * *
"...Man, dealing with people is the hardest."
-Trying to solo 50 interviews.
"Yeah. Next time, call in help."
-You got no friends, Oppa.
"...Think Changsu hyung would come?"
-Maybe.
"Anyway, last one. Wrap and rest."
-Got it.
Final team.
Announcing the start for 41st to 50th—Team 5—Haesung set aside a few favorites from the prior 40 on the table.
"Han Seungah, Bae Seongyun, Kim Woojin, Jeong Jaeseung. Four of 'em."
Four standouts from 40 was impressive, but picking one gave him a headache.
"Order: Bae Seongyun, Han Seungah, Jeong Jaeseung, Kim Woojin... Unless Team 5 surprises, Bae Seongyun it is."
He had a frontrunner.
Bae Seongyun.
Veteran fan with thousands of hours on Haesung's stream and others—managed from small to corp streams.
28, younger than Haesung, no awkwardness.
Only hitch: day job, might miss for company drinks.
Decision made, he started Team 5.
* * *
"Whew, done."
-Who?
"Team 5 had some good ones, but none to bump Bae Seongyun."
-Yeah, he was solid. You could feel his passion for streaming.
Post-Team 5, Haesung reviewed with Hayun.
She agreed, mostly.
Then.
-Um... Oppa. A big donor from your stream applied?
"My big donor? Who? Applications closed."
-Hmm, tricky. I missed the last one. What now?
Hayun flagged the overlooked final applicant.
Haesung's stream big spender.
"Who is it?"
-White Snow.
"...Tch, send the code. One more won't hurt."
-Not just for the money, right?
"You think I'd pick for that?"
-No way. Okay, real last one!
Hayun sent White Snow the code. Soon, the final file appeared before Haesung.
"Let's see..."
Rustle—
As he read, the applicant connected.
And—
"...Wait, the face?"
His expression froze at the familiar photo.
"Long time no see. All Master. Or here, should it be Haesung?"
The amused woman's voice made him stare through the file at her, then sigh in disbelief.
"Snow White..."
"On Earth, it's Baek Seorin. Call me Seorin."
Snow White.
The nickname Haesung jokingly gave the otherworld goddess.
She was the final applicant—and the true identity of his stream's big donor viewer, White Snow.
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