It’s not that kind of malicious broadcast

『CravingWarmAmericano is broadcasting live!』

『Face-to-Face Meeting』

In the early afternoon.

It wasn’t peak time for internet broadcasting, but it was a time when Yena’s streams frequently went live during their initial stages.

Back then, the broadcasts would usually start with an explanation that she couldn’t sleep, often leading to unasked questions about why she was living like a New Yorker in Korea.

However, as this wasn’t a usual time for her recent streams, the viewer count was climbing slower than expected.

Comparing to the time when she gathered both fame and attention as the Naked Greatsword Knight, it felt as if weeks had turned into ages, judging by the pace at which people were joining.

『Ah – ha –』

『Where’s the cam? Where’s the cam? Where’s the cam? Where’s the cam?』

『You’ve been fooled again, dude… You’ve been fooled again, dude… You’ve been fooled again, dude…』

『Not expecting much, just came to see the helmet, teacher』

『Please play the ocarina!!』

『No fuckfests today either?』

『What’s this interview about』

『I look forward to your boring content this time too』

Considering these changes were akin to touching a sore spot for most broadcasters. It was inevitable for people to point it out and try to irk Yena.

-User ㅇㅇ donated 1,000 won!-

【Hmm… Why aren’t they comingㅠㅠ Is it because of the time…?】

『Get out』

『Don’t mention viewer count』

『Where’s the admin?』

『Shocking! CravingWarmAmericano’s viewer count has been steadily declining like your stocks! What a bad kid for pointing that out!』

『They’re all sued and can’t watch the broadcast~』

『Please manage the chat ㅠ』

Still, the broadcast was full of chats and donations that any decent broadcaster would find offensive. Yet, it was just part of the day for CravingWarmAmericano’s broadcast.

-Click, click

In the meantime, what was the host of the broadcast doing?

In the silence, without even her usual greetings, all that could be heard on the broadcast were the continued clicks of a mouse.

-Click.

After what felt like an eternity of five minutes, the sound of the microphone turning on finally echoed.

“Is it this? Ah, ah, ah… Can you hear me?”

– Yes, yes, yes, we can hear you!

– Geez, seems like the alcoholic can’t even turn on the mic now.

– I can hear you.

“It took a while. I’m not used to this. Um… nice to see everyone. Sorry, but please wait a little longer. I’m still figuring this out.”

The voice resonated slightly, giving the impression of being in a large space, a departure from the usual sound quality.

For those sensitive to audio, the distinct difference from the cheap microphone she had been using until a few days ago was noticeable. Some were even asking if she finally invested in better equipment.

Of course, there was no response.

It was unclear whether she didn’t see those questions due to the rapid rush of the chat or if she was just ignoring the chat altogether.

After Lee Yena’s initial greeting, silence once again filled the broadcast. Seizing this opportunity, a few started dominating the chat, suggesting she was intentionally dragging out the time.

Their coordinated efforts hinted at organized activity. Perhaps due to this, as the screen remained tirelessly black, the chat continued its ceaseless, turbulent flow.

Internet broadcasts are easy to join and leave. It wouldn’t be surprising if the tiresome screen and tedious chat discouraged viewers in droves.

Yet, the viewership count consistently rose. After all, it was the first time ‘cam broadcast’ had been explicitly mentioned in the announcement.

Speculation was rife about what twist she would present this time, but the anticipation that this might truly be GetDevoured’s first cam broadcast wasn’t easy to dismiss.

-〇〇 donated 1,000 KRW!-

『What’s the point of hiding a face you’ve already revealed?』

“Ah, it seems to be this.”

As the donation and Yena’s voice overlapped, the screen suddenly brightened.

The first noticeable thing was a woman standing slightly forward. She was dressed in a black men’s suit—both top and bottom—and wore a yellow-brown armband on her right arm.

In other words, she was in mourning attire.

Her white dress shirt had buttons stretching open at the gaps, awkwardly wide. Her pale hands kept fiddling with the spaces, trying to close them, then exhaling deeply to make them smaller. Eventually, she gave up with a deep sigh.

-Haah.

– Insane.

– Is this a funeral? No, it’s a freaking festival!

– Wow, that’s crazy.

– It only made me gasp, seriously.

– Wow.

– Wow..

– Wow, this is crazy.

– Thank you… thank you…

– If it increases my lifespan, that’s fantastic.

– What kind of outfit is this?

– It’s vulgar but…

– Wow, I barely held it together.

– A chest worth getting sued over.

The firepower was enough to sweep away like ants those who tried to slander Lee Yena.

And then, a few seconds later. Did that image show up on the broadcast thumbnail or something? With an even faster influx of chat messages, the viewer count started to surge once again.

Despite being so close that her face didn’t appear on the camera, it still happened.

“Hmm…”

Was something not going well? Yena, who stood in the center, let out a peculiar groan and stepped aside briefly.

Given the clanging sounds of equipment, it was clear they were setting up something, but the viewers didn’t care about that at all. Hadn’t the beautiful scenery filling the cam just disappeared?

Demands for her to return in front of the camera immediately bombarded the chat. However, it was a perfect match between the viewers and the broadcaster.

Understanding that this broadcaster, no matter how much chaos erupted, would nonchalantly continue her work—viewers filled the chat with various phrases but kept their eyes on the empty screen’s background.

It was then that they noticed… the food piled high, white candles, chrysanthemums, and even an empty frame placed high in the middle of the table.

Clearly, it was a funeral hall. Anyone could see that.

– ‘User’ donated 1,000 won! –

【It doesn’t look like a chroma key… Did this crazy woman really go to a funeral hall?】

“No way. Seriously, broadcasting while there’s a funeral next to her… It’s a studio. They even rent props for filming.”

– ‘User’ donated 1,000 won! –

【Honestly, you’d never imagine something like this, but she seems suspicious】

“… It’s unfair.”

As various malicious comments and donations poured in through the chat, the pure white hand reappeared, aiming at the camera. Accompanied by the clicking noise, the camera’s angle was adjusted downwards—

With a smooth movement, Yena, who sat down in the chair in front, filled the screen with her face.

“….. Should I say hello again? Hello. Can you see me well?”

Her face was both unfamiliar and familiar to the fans. Only a very few had attended the fan meeting (protest). Those who missed the opportunity had endlessly replayed limited photos and videos.

Her expressionless, stiff face was not much different from the photos. Her clear, almost luminous skin, her lazily drooping eyes, and her pinkish, tightly pressed lips, as if slightly bored.

However, there was something in her real-time broadcast that could not be felt from photos or videos. Her pure white right hand, fully open, shook rigidly as if creaking. Like a machine awkwardly learning a human greeting.

It was an utterly awkward movement. It seemed like she acted more naturally during the protest because Jinhee, Ahri, and others were right in front of her.

Meanwhile, her left hand, still placed near her chest, kept fidgeting as if trying to cover the gap that kept opening naturally. It was no surprise that the broadcast of chats became intense.

The power was incomparable to her usual firestorms or waves. The reactions were so overwhelming that it was hard to believe this wasn’t her first face reveal.

Foreign languages began to blend in, and the flow of the chat became unmanageable. Fortunately, the computer provided by the studio was excellent in performance.

“….. Overdoing is as bad as not doing enough. Calm down, little by little. I can’t read.”

The broadcaster, who would usually lean into the fiery chat to say this was the real ‘fire watching’, was nowhere to be seen.

Her still fidgeting left hand exposed the emotions of expressionless Yena like a dog’s tail.

After about 30 seconds passed, “….. I’ll go change my clothes. This won’t do.”

Yena shook her head and suddenly stood up.

A huge scream echoed through the studio. Regardless, the owner of the broadcast left the camera angle without any regret. Comments praising the sound settings briefly surfaced but were soon swept away by overwhelming responses.

And shortly after, Yena reappeared with a hoodie tied around her chest like a string. Although the gaping buttons were hidden, her attire strangely drew even more attention.

The chat responses were divided between those praising the fall and those who liked it even more.

Still, the broadcaster seemed to be feeling better than a while ago.

“That’s better. Okay, let’s start again. Hello.”

With the second greeting, Yena’s first webcam broadcast began.