The Villain is Too Good at Broadcasting

The questions from the reporters were very diverse.

At first, most of the questions were aimed at me, but due to the relaxed atmosphere of the production announcement, a variety of questions began to pour in.

“Usually, you seem to focus on what they call ‘nationalism’, right? Aren’t you worried that it might cause various controversies?”

That kind of question was rather mild.

Given that the program itself boasted an online broadcast-like sensibility, there were quite a few reporters who seemed like online community users.

“If it’s not too rude, may I ask about your color preference?”

One reporter with glasses looked at me intently and asked. I pondered the question for a moment.

What color was he asking about?

However, soon after, I realized the meaning behind the question, and my face turned pale.

“What color is he talking about?”

“Do you have a political color?”

“Hmm, I think I get it.”

Seeing that Jin-sik was slowly catching on, it was clear he watched my broadcasts a lot as well.

Wait a minute.

Someone was missing?

“Oppa.”

Joo-hyun had somehow left her seat and approached me.

Joo-hyun asked me seriously with an extremely pure gaze, devoid of any ulterior motives.

“If it’s hard to answer, should I answer for you?”

“What, what?”

“Whisper it to me discreetly.”

This is crazy.

Joo-hyun is really something else.

If I invited her as a guest on my broadcast later, I was sure it would be an epic episode, even surpassing Sae-rin.

I grabbed the microphone with a dizzy feeling and answered the reporter who had asked the question.

“Black.”

“Oh shit!”

The reporter, having gotten the answer he wanted, smiled contentedly and sat down.

Then he began typing something on his laptop.

What on earth was he writing?

No, was this how a production announcement was supposed to go?

There was no seriousness to be found, and just looking at the reporters’ faces, they all had faint smiles.

As I was feeling this cognitive dissonance, PD Sung grabbed the microphone and spoke to the reporters.

“No matter how much Shia is the ace of our program, isn’t it a bit much to only focus on the ace?”

Soon, the other members also spoke cheerfully.

“Exactly.”

“It feels a bit unfair.”

“Normally, you all would be all over us…”

Now, I finally started to relax.

At this point, I could fully grasp it.

PD Sung and the rest of the team were deliberately helping me to ease my tension.

Thanks to them, the nervousness I felt because of the reporters was significantly alleviated.

I took a leisurely breath, then looked at the reporters and spoke slowly.

“It won’t be as intense as my internet broadcasts, but I do plan to show some spice. I’m really happy to participate in this program as a streamer. Thank you all for your questions.” ᚱἁꞐỌВЁ𐌔

Then, the reporter who introduced himself earlier, Lee Yong-jin, grabbed the microphone again and asked.

“This is a question not as a reporter but as a fan. If the show does well, do you have any plans to quit internet broadcasting?”

“Ah.”

I nodded slightly at the question.

It was something worth thinking about at least once.

However, it wasn’t a particularly difficult question.

It was a question with a clear answer.

“I have no such plans.”

“Thank you for your answer.”

There was something I needed to clarify.

Regardless of whether I was lucky enough to make it from cable to public broadcasting, in the end, Twipod was my root.

My main job was a streamer, not an entertainer.

Moreover, someone like me surviving in the mainstream was incredibly challenging.

As I answered without hesitation, a group of people standing at the back of the convention hall cheered loudly.

“We believed in you!”

Right, this production announcement was open to the public through a lottery, wasn’t it?

I waved lightly to them and nodded.

After various questions, the group interview time ended, and the final session, the photo time, began.

An awkward photo session.

I took pictures alone, with the cast, and even with the PD.

We took pictures for quite a while.

The final session was a photo time with the audience who had won the lottery.

Since the rest of the cast were all celebrities with a solid fan base, the number of fans who came to the production announcement was enormous.

At first, I thought I wouldn’t have many fans, but the situation started to unfold unexpectedly.

“If someone saw this, they’d think it was a Shia fan meeting.”

“Hae-cheol oppa, your time has passed?”

“What are you talking about? You’re not in a position to say that either.”

Even my colleagues, who were taking pictures with me, were envious.

Most of the fans gathered here were lining up in front of me to take pictures.

I looked at them with a bewildered expression and nodded.

“What’s so great about someone who just plays games in his room…?”

“Oppaaaaaa!”

“Hyuuuuung!”

“Can you curse in my ear while we take the picture? I won’t wash my ears for a month.”

Honestly, it was surprising.

Ah.

I had indeed gained a lot of recognition recently.

A smile naturally appeared on my face.

Choosing to join <Modern People> seemed like it was indeed the right decision.

So, my first production announcement was becoming a good memory.

4.

After the production announcement of <Modern People>, the satisfied reporters quickly began posting articles on the internet.

Given the timing, interest was rapidly increasing.

With the release of various VR games and the various incidents I had caused, it was the perfect time to post articles about <Modern People>.

– ‘The Real War Begins! Production Announcement of <Modern People>’

– Who is the Twipod Streamer <Shia>?

– The Bad Boy of Internet Broadcasting, <Kim Chan-sik Activist>, also known as <Evil King Gato> and other nicknames!

– Pay Attention to the Virtual Reality Variety Show Pioneering a New Era, <Modern People>!

With reporters diligently writing articles and the support from my Evil Gang, it was only natural that the interest grew.

Of course, the number of netizens criticizing me also increased.

<Title: Honestly, isn’t it disgusting to see Shia succeeding??>

Content: It’s infuriating to see a guy who blatantly betrayed his colleagues just to make some money broadcasting so confidently and doing wellㅋㅋ He’s a total garbage humanㅋㅋㅋ And the idiots supporting him are just as problematicㅋㅋ He’s just a backstabber who wanted to do well on his own

– They’re just trying to find any excuse to bash our Evil Gangㅋㅋ

Reply: ㅇㅇ Keep licking your leader’s ass ㅇㅇ No normal person supports a garbage human like him

Reply: So, are you contributing to society?

Reply: ㅋㅋ Yeah, says the guy scratching his belly at home while spewing shit onlineㅋㅋ

Reply: At least our Evil Gang apologized and donated to terminal cancer patients thinking of the old hard timesㅋㅋ What have you done?

I didn’t donate with this situation in mind.

However, on the internet, that donation had somehow become a kind of ‘immunity badge.’

Even my blatant support for nationalism added points to my image.

The concept might be a villain, but in reality, a young man who loves his family and country.

That was the image I currently had with the general public.

I scratched my head as I browsed through the internet arenas.

Still, many people were fighting for me. Even without my intervention, public opinion was flowing positively.

This seemed to be the power of the image-making that Sung-jae emphasized so much.

Anyway.

The production announcement of <Modern People> created a hotter issue than any mainstream variety show.

According to rumors, many game companies were already talking with PD Sung of <Modern People>.

According to PD Sung’s plans, he was also considering a variety show using <Gaia Online Classic>, so we’ll have to see.

I leisurely browsed through the articles on my phone and let out a light breath.

“Excuse me, are you perhaps streamer Shia?”

I was in a café in my neighborhood.

I was waiting for someone because of an appointment.

In the meantime, a female student in a school uniform approached me shyly and asked.

Judging by her uniform, she seemed to be a junior from my alma mater.

“Oh, yes.”

“Wow! I’m a fan! Can I take a picture with you?”

“Of course. Do you go to Gwangmyeong High School? I graduated from there too.”

“Hehe, of course I know, senior.”

Being called a senior felt rather peculiar.

I smiled and took a picture with the student. She then bowed deeply to thank me.

“Thank you, senior! Keep up the great work with your broadcasts!”

People might think I was a celebrity.

The student left the café with a bright expression, and soon, the people around started murmuring while glancing at me.

“Is he a celebrity?”

“That, um, what’s it called, MeTube? Isn’t he that guy?”

“MeTube?”

“He was on the news once. The young man who beat up all those Japanese guys online with a computer.”

“Oh! The patriotic young man?”

“Yeah, that young man.”

Even the older ladies were talking about me while looking in my direction.

Listening to their conversation made my face flush.

I should’ve ordered a cold drink instead of a hot one.

It suddenly felt a bit hot.

After the student, a few young people came and took pictures with me, and even some older folks asked for my autograph.

They said it was a gift for their children?

As the impromptu fan service continued, the man I had an appointment with entered the café.

After giving the last autograph, I politely excused myself.

I then approached him and extended my hand.

“Hello?”

The man looked surprised and responded.

“Hello, Shia!”

“You look even more handsome in person. Shall we sit?”

“Yes.”

He sat in front of me as I guided him.

I smiled broadly at him.

His Twipod nickname was Owangi.

Unlike me, who mainly focused on games, he was known for his exceptional storytelling ability, even making military stories entertaining.

He had over 500,000 subscribers on MeTube, already an established streamer.

He was also someone I watched often when I was in the military.

“I’ve been a fan, watching your streams diligently.”

“Oh, it’s an honor. I’m embarrassed that Shia watches my videos. I always watch your broadcasts too.”

“You know our broadcast times overlap, right?”

“…Haha!”

“I’m just kidding.”

His first impression was not much different from his broadcasts.

He seemed like a nice person.

I remembered he was a year older than me.

I smiled, and Owangi took a sip of the hot coffee he got from the counter and let out a light breath.

“I didn’t expect you to respond so quickly.”

“Well, how could I delay contacting a big shot like you who had the courage to reach out?”

After the notice for recruiting the <Bad Guys> crew during the end of the <Three Kingdoms Heroes> broadcast, many applications flooded my email, and one of the most notable ones was Owangi’s.

“That’s flattering…”

“Owangi.”

“Yes.”

“Just be comfortable as usual. I’m a year younger than you, so you can think of me as a younger brother.”

He had a good first impression and a clean reputation.

He was someone with little disparity between his online and offline personas.

In other words, he was just as lively and energetic in real life as he was in his broadcasts.

His current calm demeanor was likely because he was paying a lot of attention since it was our first meeting.

Owangi smiled awkwardly at my words, scratching the back of his head as he replied.

“Well, if you put it that way… Shall I speak more comfortably then?”

“Please do, hyung.”

“Phew, do you know how much I wanted to be friends with you?”

Gone was his earlier awkward and humble demeanor, and Owangi continued speaking with an easy-going manner.

“Just call me Byung-moon hyung.”

“You can call me Chan-sik.”

“Ah… Having Kim Chan-sik as my younger brother… I must tell my parents.”

From the start, he seemed like a really nice person. It seemed like this would be an interesting relationship.

We had pretty much introduced ourselves by now.

Satisfied, I smiled and looked at Byung-moon hyung.

“Shall we start discussing something more productive now?”

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