I Became a 6★ Gacha Character 366 - Broadcasting Genius Han Se-Ah 1

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There's a strange addictiveness to messing with people. Of course, we shouldn't cross the line in the name of pranks, but this level of teasing should be allowed between us, right?

"Teacher!!! Roooll!!! Laaand!!! Where are you going this tiiiime―!!!!!"

-LMAO, you Magic Tower addicts getting your sanity back yet?

-Where am I? Who are you? Where am I? Who are you? Where am I? Who are you? Where am I? Who are you?

-I... seem to have forgotten something important I... seem to have forgotten something important I... seem to have forgotten something important I... seem to have forgotten something important

-No teacher why are you wandering around the Empire like that do you want to see me die? You should quickly return to the Kingdom and think about seeing Grace's eyes how can you pretend to mess around in the Empire and then just plainly ignore that employee if you ate the points at least ask for a sex video

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Han Se-ah came clearly into view despite the darkened alley. In what seemed to be a Magic Tower research lab full of beakers and flasks of strange fluorescent liquids, she wailed "Kieeeeeek-".

Apparently, she was waiting alone in the Magic Tower because I'd been dragging my feet.

Stimulated by this sight, the viewers howled collectively like a pack of wolves. Well, it was only natural since 98% of the viewers' points would fly away in the next 5 minutes.

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I started eating dinner around 7:10 PM by Han Se-ah's standard. 70% of the bets were placed on the 2-hour cut, arriving before 9 PM, with subsequent bets placed sequentially at 10 PM and 11 PM.

"Hmm... I wonder if there's an alchemy workshop in this alley."

"No! There's nothing there! Please don't go and come to the Magic Tower, if you come now you might barely make it eeeek―!!!"

Ah, this was fun.

Pretending to know nothing, I started heading towards the Magic Tower but then turned into the side alley, causing Han Se-ah to wail once again. Although not as much as a 50th floor boss monster, some big spenders suddenly got interested and started placing missions worth 50,000 to 100,000 won each, accumulating to nearly a million won in mission rewards.

Of course, objectively speaking, even the 10,000 won punches I'd been taking all day would easily exceed a million won. If you counted the 50,000 won, 100,000 won donations from big spenders wanting to give advice one by one, plus advertising revenue, a million won might be considered trivial, but...

Just as I still couldn't shake off the mentality of a military-service-completed college returnee despite inhabiting Roland's body, living in the game world by modern standards, Han Se-ah too must still be full of a petty bourgeois mindset.

If not?

What if she was acting like this for the stream?

"Hey hey hey, this distance is roughly, roughly 70m? With Roland's walking speed, we could pass it in 3 minutes. There's nothing in the alley, right? Hmm...

If we just quickly pass through and go straight to the Magic Tower, it's possible, possible eeeek―"

Hmm... I'd believe her. She truly was a streaming genius.

She was jerking around much more vividly than the viewers who bet their points.

I mean, this wasn't some human pachinko, but when a bead called Roland was wandering around the alleys at will, it looked like the donation money of one million won, now showing ?1,264,000, was about to fly away. It was noticeable that the viewers were naturally immersing themselves in Han Se-ah's fuss.

Regardless, I'd long since stepped into the alley.

Since it wasn't a mission related to game strategy, I could mess around a bit. Thinking this, I trudged through the dark alley without a single light. Instead, since it was a city with the Grand Temple and Magic Tower, there were streetlights and such on the main roads even at night, but it didn't mean these tucked-away alleys were bright.

"...It seems you've taken a wrong turn, my lord."

"I don't have any business in this alley. I'm just looking around near the Magic Tower."

"How about I guide you?"

Seeing that there were plenty of people lingering even in such a dark alley, I wondered if this was a place with an information guild or something. If so, the fried food shop girl might not know about it.

As I slowly walked into the dark alley without a single light, wearing heavy full plate armor, I saw tense gazes. Well, judging by appearances, it was a sturdy armor that was hard to tell whether I was an adventurer or a knight. Even if this wasn't a hideout for criminals, it was bound to make them uneasy.

By the way, they weren't silently hiding, but openly speaking to me. Despite appearances, they might be more decent people.

"Information guild? Or errand boys for the temple?"

"......Are you asking that so blatantly?"

"Well, you're the one who spoke first to an armored man in such shabby clothes. Back alley folks don't hang around trying to squeeze a penny out of someone dressed like this. Even if they get beaten to death for no reason, there's no one to report it to the patrol."

The man sighed deeply at my words and scratched the back of his head, seemingly unaware of this. His worn and tattered clothes, chipped dagger, and dirty skin made him look like a homeless person wearing trash discarded by an adventurer, but his well-trained physique ruined the disguise completely.

What homeless person would pay attention to their footsteps and control their breathing?

"Information guild, that's right. But is it that obvious?"

"Your skin might be dirty, but what's the use when your body is so well-trained it's clearly noticeable? Instead of picking up worn clothes, you'd be better off covering yourself with rags like beggars do, wearing them like robes."

"Yes..., thank you for the advice. But why?"

"Nothing much, just had something to ask."

If I had to evaluate, he was an excellent combatant who could aim for a high rank, but he seemed like a young master who knew nothing about back alley ecology. I was curious about such a young master working for the information guild.

So, ignoring Han Se-ah's screams, I followed the man into a dilapidated building.

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Raei Translations

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Actually, there was nothing special about the information guild.

The information guild was a bit different from coachmen, bakers, stonemasons and carpenters, adventurers and mercenaries guilds. While other guilds gathered experts to protect and peacefully share the pie of profits, the information guild felt more like a collection of all sorts of riffraff.

Well, it wasn't a world with internet, and it was a guild that collected rumors heard from back alley vagrants to prostitutes and employees who received a few coins from customers, so it was natural.

So while other guilds occupied one area, the information guild spread widely across cities or territories, collecting all sorts of rumors and then sharing them with each other. That meant it was perfect for browsing all kinds of baseless rumors spread throughout the Empire. freēwēbnovel.com

"...Excuse me, do you really want this kind of information?"

"That's what I said."

"But, for someone who's said to be the owner of a holy sword."

A rogue military union emerging in the northeast of the Empire, a territory in the west of the Empire ravaged by bandits, a large outbreak of wandering monsters in the southeast due to a mad mage who failed to tame monsters...

As I slowly read through all sorts of unverified gossip, the woman muttered quietly, seemingly dumbfounded by the situation. She seemed to be a high-ranking member of the information guild, quite beautiful in appearance. Judging by her perceived skill and appearance, she was probably around 3-4 stars.

As the woman with dark brown hair neatly tied up grumbled while putting down unorganized documents on the table, I placed another silver coin on the table. It wasn't that I was looking for specific information, I just needed a place to spend time until 12 o'clock.

'No matter what, I can't keep wandering around the market street until after 12 o'clock...'

It wasn't normal to loiter in an alley for 4 hours from 8 to 12 just to play a prank. The viewers watching through the camera would flood the chat.

However, with the excuse of an information guild, the story was a bit different.

I could tease Han Se-ah, who was already wailing towards the word ?1,448,000 flashing red, while also satisfying plausibility. I could already see all sorts of chats starting to give legitimacy to my meaningless actions with their brain theories.

"No, suddenly what information guild!"

-LOL They said there was nothing but the Magic Tower and Grand Temple, but there was a guild?

-Come to think of it, don't you need to go to the coachman's guild to catch a ride back? The idiot who didn't even think about guilds is a legend

-By the way, why are all the Empire noonas pretty?

-You dumbass, he's been away from his hometown for 10 years, of course he'd be curious

-Look at the thickness of those documents, sh*t is it because the land is vast or because the nobles are idiots, there's so much

The chat was full of viewers who lost their memories and caused a commotion, but that was already a story from around 9 o'clock. It was almost 12 o'clock now, so the memories were already buried in their hearts, and the chat was full of mockery towards Han Se-ah, who was stomping her feet as the mission worth over a million won was about to fail.

The game company wasn't crazy, they wouldn't imprison the player in the Magic Tower forever. Seeing that movement between Magic Towers was possible, she should be able to quietly return to the Kingdom's Magic Tower.

But the viewers had gathered mission money ranging from 10,000 won to 100,000 won, accumulating to 1.4 million won. It seemed there were no big spenders who bet 500,000 won or 1 million won at once, so it meant nearly 100 viewers placed missions.

Even if the live stream had tens of thousands of viewers, how many streamers could ignore and brush off when 100 donations were bundled together, pushing "Meet Roland at the Magic Tower!"?

"No, no, no, there's still hope, it's not 12 o'clock yet, don't say it's a failure!"

After putting down a document with unbelievable news about a plague outbreak caused by selling monster body fluids as a panacea, I prepared to leave the guild.

The woman who seemed to be the branch head of the information guild rolled her eyes, not understanding what was going on, but it was none of my business.

If I left now, I should be able to enter the Magic Tower about a minute after the mission failed.