Chapter 72
Yes, I’m That Guy (1)
1.
<Title: If You’re Korean, You HAVE to Subscribe to Meteor’s MeTube Channel LOL>
Content: Every morning I wake up, I turn on Meteor’s channel and bow to itㅋㅋ I swear thanks to Meteor, I’ll finish my promotion quest fasterㅋㅋㅋ
ㄴMemen
ㄴㅇㅅㅁㄱ
ㄴSeriously, Megod handles everything—growth buffs, raid clears, everything!
ㄴIs Korea finally being normalized?
ㄴBreaking news) Kurogane Tatsuya: “I’m willing to naturalize as Korean. If Sensei calls me, I’ll run to him anytime.”
ㄴYo, with the buff we got, how strong are we right now?
ㄴA pro MeTuber analyzed itㅇ said it’s twice as valuable as the buff the UK team got when they cleared the 5th-floor raid.
ㄴAre we entering our golden age now?
ㄴLet’s finally become an advanced Abyss nation, please.
ㄴAll the Abyss-related stocks hit the upper limit todayㅋㅋ Economic recovery is thanks to Megod too.
ㄴThe god of normalization himself.
I feel good.
Everywhere I go, all I hear is praise about me.
Considering the usual ratio of haters to fans used to be half-and-half, public opinion is excellent now.
Feels like if I ran for office today, I’d get elected.
But it’s too soon to relax.
Public opinion is fickle—it flares up fast but cools down just as quickly.
The real key is maintaining that heat.
In this modern world where news explodes every second, the important thing is to stay consistent and keep your head.
Look—
besides me, another big topic just broke out.
<Title: Breaking News) Kurogane Tatsuya Wants to Naturalize in Korea>
Content: Believe it or not, it’s trueㅋㅋ Says he wants to become Korean just like Meteorㅋㅋ Japan’s in chaos nowㅋㅋ
ㄴI saw thatㅋㅋ They said, “Take back Bokusei Jun instead, we don’t need that trash.”ㅋㅋ
ㄴBokusei Jun downgraded to trash-tierㅋㅋ
ㄴI seriously don’t get this guy. Why would he even want to naturalize?
ㄴㅇㅅㅁㄱ
ㄴWhat the hell is ㅇㅅㅁㄱ, you nerd
ㄴIt’s short for “Because Megod personally evangelized him”ㅋㅋ Apparently, he’s coming to Korea just for Megod.
ㄴDidn’t you see Minister Hwang Bum-seok’s interview yesterday? He literally said, “If you’re Korean, please subscribe to Meteor’s channel”ㅋㅋ
ㄴAmong current politicians, that man’s sense is GOATㅋㅋㅋ
ㄴThat was hilarious as hellㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Kurogane Tatsuya had actually done an interview with the Korean press.
This lunatic got drunk and said in front of reporters that he might really naturalize.
Thanks to that, both Korean and Japanese media are buzzing with stories about him.
But… is he serious?
There’s no real reason for him to go that far.
“Samchonnnn!”
While I was sitting on a bench doing some web surfing, the daycare door opened—and the cutest little kid in the world ran toward me.
“Samchon!”
“Hey, my Ian. Did you have fun today?”
“Ung!”
Squeeeak!
Peanut, who had been napping on my shoulder, immediately darted toward Ian’s head like a missile.
I picked Ian up with a smile.
The internet is the internet—but real life is real life.
When I’m holding Ian, all my worries disappear.
If that’s not healing, what is?
“Samchon. Teacher.”
“Hmm?”
Ian giggled and pointed somewhere.
Following his tiny finger, I saw a woman standing there.
She was wearing an apron with a little chick printed on it—probably Ian’s daycare teacher.
A neat bob of black hair, and a soft, cute impression.
That yellow chick apron isn’t easy to pull off, but she made it work perfectly.
Still holding Ian, I greeted her politely.
“Hello, I’m Ian’s uncle.”
“Ah, yes. Are you… by any chance…”
“Yes.”
“…Could I maybe… get your autograph? I’m sorry, that’s rude, isn’t it?”
At least she was way more polite than that college kid I met outside the courthouse before.
Though, I have to admit—my streams might not exactly be the kind of thing daycare teachers should be watching.
…Well, it’s not like she plays my videos at work.
It’s fine.
She’s Ian’s teacher, after all. I should give her the best fan service.
“Do you happen to have paper?”
“Yes!”
She immediately pulled out a white sheet from her apron pocket.
A true fan comes prepared.
“Would you like to hold it? I’ve got my own pen. What name should I write it to?”
“…‘Meteor’s Stalker Fan No.1’…”
“…Sorry, what?”
“T-that’s my nickname! I swear! It’s just my username! If you think it sounds weird, I’ll change it right now!”
I was a little taken aback—but it’s fine.
I’m a professional streamer, after all.
Fwoosh!
Using a flicker of magic, I signed the paper neatly.
<Thank you for your support. To: Meteor’s Stalker Fan No.1>
“Thank you so much!”
She looked embarrassed but genuinely happy.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“I’m Shin Yeon-joo.”
“Teacher Shin Yeon-joo… Ah! You’ve been taking care of Ian since last year, right? Bitna nuna told me a lot about you.”
“Yes! Ian’s been really energetic lately. I think it’s thanks to Mete— I mean, Mr. Meteor!”
“Teacher! Samchon! Like!”
For some reason, hearing Ian’s teacher say she watches my streams felt oddly embarrassing.
…That username, too.
Ahem. Still, it felt good.
It just showed how famous I’d become.
“I’ll be counting on you to keep looking after Ian.”
“Huh? Oh, yes! Of course!”
“Alright, we’ll be off then. Ian, say goodbye to your teacher.”
“Bye-bye, Teacher!”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ian.”
A proper teacher who knew how to keep boundaries.
And that’s how our impromptu fan meeting ended.
I hoisted Ian onto my shoulders with a grin.
He threw his little fists into the air and shouted brightly,
“Samchon, thumbs up!”
“Samchon’s awesome?”
“Ung! Teacher! Samchon! Like!”
Too cute, I might die.
“What about Peanut?”
“Peanut? Like!”
Squeeeeak!
Normally, that sound from a hamster means it’s annoyed, but not Peanut.
He squeaks like that when he’s happy.
He honestly thinks he’s human.
“What do you want to eat today, Ian?”
“Meat!”
“We had meat yesterday, didn’t we?”
“Ung! Meat! Meat good!”
The way he loves meat—it’s definitely in the family.
My brother’s the same way.
Guess I should buy some on the way home.
How could I say no to my little nephew?
“Let’s go shopping, buddy.”
“Let’s buy Kongryong too!”
“Sure thing, we’ll get one.”
“Yaaay!”
Guess I’ve gotta keep working hard.
Ian, your uncle lives for moments like this.
2.
The next day, after that wholesome family time, I headed to the office early in the morning.
And by “office,” I mean my company—
the MCN I officially signed with: Inseop’s Astra Core.
Inseop wasn’t around today—he had a broadcast scheduled—
but the company’s CEO, Kang-woo hyung, was there.
The reason I came in early was simple.
“There are seventeen ad proposals in total. I didn’t filter them since I’m still learning your style.”
“I like ads.”
“The one offering the highest pay is from the Department of Ability Management. They just want a collab stream with one of their players.”
“Oh, Mr. Han Yun-seong? I heard a bit about it when I had drinks with Minister Hwang Bum-seok.”
After the last raid, I was obviously the biggest highlight,
but the Department of Ability Management got a lot of credit too.
Because the difficulty had jumped from A-rank to S-rank mid-raid, there were vacancies—
and their players filled them.
Among them, one player’s fame skyrocketed.
“Captain Korea, right?”
“Yeah, that’s him.”
“People really love giving nicknames.”
“He’s got a compelling backstory. Ex-Army special forces, real combat experience… and he volunteered for the special assault team this time.”
“Kurogane Tatsuya and Shiomi Yui said he was steady and fearless the whole time.”
By the way, even in that hellish situation, the three who ran the assault team still earned 1% contribution each.
It might sound small, but when I basically sucked up all the contribution points,
getting even 1% was no joke.
Especially in that broken, admin-rigged nightmare of a raid.
And Han Yun-seong?
He got lucky too.
His reward was an item called <Unique Trait Enhancement Ticket>.
That alone catapulted him past Bokusei Jun, making him the hottest new star.
And since he’s part of the Department of Ability Management, they’re planning to push him hard.
“Just tell me when you want to schedule the collab. We’ll handle the prep.”
“Reliable as always, hyung.”
“Inseop and you—you’re basically the ones paying my salary. It’s my job to deal with the grunt work. If you need something, don’t hesitate.”
Thanks to that raid, my influence had skyrocketed.
Good thing too.
At the end of the day, what determines a MeTube channel’s level? Subscribers and average views.
The floodgate’s open—it’s time to row hard.
Apparently, the new editor couple I hired already started working.
We’re supposed to meet soon for dinner, but I felt a little bad making them start early.
“They’ll handle shorts mostly. Tae-oh will keep working on the main videos.”
“I heard about that. They’re crazy fast, right?”
“Yeah. Super famous, too—great quality and factory-level speed. Another big MeTuber tried to snatch them with better pay, but they chose you.”
“I’ll have to treat them well.”
What can I say? I have good people luck.
I’ll pay them plenty and buy them meals often.
They messaged me before too—
said they didn’t need much money, just wanted me to hold fan meetings often.
Since they’re helping enrich my channel, I’ll make sure to take care of them.
“If you’re working with me, you’re family. Don’t worry, hyung.”
“So I’m family too?”
“Of course.”
“Well, gotta work harder then. Nothing worse than getting nagged by your little brother.”
“Does Inseop nag you that much?”
“Don’t get me started. When he gets married, he’s gonna fight with his wife every day. That mouth of his—oh boy.”
“I’ll stop by more often. We can talk trash about him together.”
“Deal.”
In that warm, friendly atmosphere, we talked about upcoming plans.
“Got any ideas for your 1 million subscriber event?”
“Fan meeting, maybe? It’s on my wish list.”
“Not bad. I’ll help plan it.”
A fan meeting—that’s been one of my dreams since my tiny-channel days.
To celebrate 1 million subs and make that dream come true?
I like it.
Kang-woo hyung nodded approvingly, then asked casually,
“What’s your schedule today?”
“Oh, today? Gonna do some Back-Abyss work.”
“Back-Abyss?”
“Yeah, today’s stuff isn’t for public broadcast.”
I smiled faintly, gazing at the message floating before me.
[<Abyss – Korea> branch chief wants to speak with you.]
[Please enter <Abyss> and use the <Call Administrator> command.]
After that raid, the admin bastards must be in panic mode.
Their house is literally on fire.
And when your enemies’ house is burning?
“Well,” I grinned,
“Time to go watch.”
