I Have a Reason to Hate Streamers

Chapter 3

It was a terrible misfortune. There was no other way to describe it.

What was the exact medical term again...? Ah, yes. People generally call it the TS Disease. An unexplained phenomenon that suddenly changes the entire human body. In fact, calling it a disease is questionable—it's more like a devil’s prank that strikes without warning.

“You’re flying out tomorrow, right? I came to give you a little change of pace.” “Do you think Dad just said that casually? The director and coaches didn’t let you off the hook easily. The coach even said it’d be good for you to take a short break from practicing so hard.”

Would things have been okay if I hadn’t gotten into my parents' car that day? No. It wouldn’t have made a difference.

The drive from my parents’ place to the training center wasn’t short. They had taken time out of their busy schedule to come and see me, even if only for an hour. I couldn’t betray their devotion, coming all that way just for me.

My tragedy was no one’s fault.

How could anyone blame my father for contracting TS Disease while driving? It was the agony of staying conscious while his body transformed. There was no way he could control the steering wheel.

So, my father did his best. The fact that I ended up like this was due to a natural disaster. At least, that’s what I believed.

“Da-hoon’s dad! What’s wrong?” “Ugh, my body... suddenly... Ahhhh, grrrrrgh!”

We were descending a mountain road at the time.

My father desperately gripped the steering wheel, moving his foot toward the brake. But it was futile—our car began to shake violently. We had no time to think. While I hesitated in panic, my mother threw her body over mine, shielding me.

Why did she do that? How did she summon the courage to act like that? I still don’t understand a parent’s heart.

As the car flew off the cliff and hung suspended in the air, as if the world had frozen, my mother chose her last words carefully from all the ones she could have said.

“I love you, my son.”

Boom—!

I don’t remember much after that. It felt like the world flipped dozens of times as the car rolled over again and again. Amid the darkness, a deafening roar surrounded me. I was hit by dizzying impacts from every direction.

I remember the taste of dirt in my mouth, maybe the metallic tang of blood, too. One thing was certain—my mother’s sacrifice had saved me. When the wreck was found after my coach filed a missing persons report, the car was practically a heap of scrap metal.

They said it was a miracle I had survived at all.

So, I never saw my parents' bodies. My coach had begged me in tears, pleading that I shouldn’t go to see them. How could I not understand? If such a kind person made such a request, it could only mean my parents were in an unspeakable state.

Their faces were probably unrecognizable. There would be no way to properly dress them up for a final farewell. If I saw their faces, the image of my mother and father I knew would be overwritten with something horrible. That’s what my coach was worried about.

But there was something my coach didn’t know. I had a faint, lingering memory—of a mangled hand gripping the steering wheel to the very end. Even death couldn’t pry my father’s hand from the wheel.@@@@

What was the last thing I did? I went to the convenience store for ramen. But I felt sick, so I came home. I must have fallen asleep as soon as I arrived, too tired to even think.

Now that I think about it, it’s a waste. I should’ve eaten it. Even a single drop of ramen broth costs money. What does my mood matter anyway?

Still, my body was pretty fuel-efficient. I’ve never tested it, but with proper care, my physical stats might have been quite good. Even living like this, I hadn’t gotten sick, and in-game, I performed no worse than during my athlete days.

If it weren’t for my wrecked leg, you could say I was blessed with a perfect body. Proof? I wasn’t even particularly hungry right now. I just needed to focus and jump back into the game.

On my monitor, a streamer named Soolbbang was enthusiastically streaming. I sipped some cola and unmuted the sound.

“Not much progress today. Why isn’t that accessory dropping?” – If Gawol hadn’t grabbed your hair, you would’ve had it by now. Wait, does he even have hair to grab? “Thank you for the donation, Sulbbang’s Roots... Nooo! It’s not that bad! My hair is still thick! And about Gawol, well, you just have to live with it. What can you do? He wouldn’t come again, would he?”

Hmm. Sorry, but I’ll be visiting again.

When I hunt streamers for fun, I avoid killing them repeatedly. But when I’m on a job, like now, it’s different. If I only killed the target, it would raise suspicion. To cover up the real target, I had to kill a few other random streamers along with them.

Not that I was obligated to... but it’s fun, right? Anyway, the first victim today was Soolbbang.

I’d been watching him for a while. His basic skills were decent, he had a large fan base, and if he made a big fuss, it would create good gossip. He had some enemies too, thanks to his time in siege guilds. Plus, his reactions when he died were always amusing.

I picked out three streamers as my sacrificial lambs.

Alright, I had a rough idea of where they were. Since Soolbbang had logged out nearby, I’d take him down first. The others would follow in order. A simple route mapped itself in my head.

These streamers had done nothing wrong, but I wasn’t guilty either.

The difference is that you guys shine. I’m stuck in the depths of this pit, but you get to show off on a grand stage. You get to do what I can’t.

The only difference between us is that I have a useless left foot. Is that so wrong? I could’ve done it too. Even if I failed, it should’ve been my failure.

So... it’s okay to vent a little, right? It’s not like they’re really dying.

I—

I have a reason to hate streamers.

I lay back into the connection device, and the system messages appeared.

[Launching Infinity Black.] [Welcome back, Gawol. Thank you for returning.]

I already felt at ease. The leftover cola was in the fridge, and I was in the connection device. As my body transformed into Gawol’s, I slowly gripped my weapon.