Master Swordsman’s Stream - Chapter 370

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Chapter 370

Creak.
Seo Jun opened the door again.
“Waaaaaah!”
“Broadcast Master! Broadcast Master! Broadcast Master! Broadcast Master!”
“Come quick!”
He closed it again.
“Hmm……”
He opened it again.
“He’s so handsome! Really so handsome!”
“Brother!”
“Who was that rough guy who just called him brother!”
“What are you doing! Come on!”
There is a word: crucible.
It refers to a hard vessel for melting metal, but it is also used to describe a state in which emotions are boiling intensely like molten steel.
This is exactly that kind of situation.
“At least no accident will happen.”
Seo Jun closed the door again, grateful that this incident wouldn’t make the news.
The sound of excitement, ecstasy, and passionate reactions from the crowd dropped to less than half in an instant.

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Did he really get scared?
-The Broadcast Master opening and closing the door twice more wondering if it’s right ㄱㅇㅇ
-Those guys are cute, don’t be mean ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

“So is it Kael, or the Celestial Demon!”
Do you know the sentence “she got fat”?
A female singer said at a concert that she’d gotten so fat lately, and an angry fan cried out with genuine passion, and thanks to that sincerity, the concert hall rang without a microphone—it became famous in a viral video. That’s the sentence from it.
It was a voice very much like that fan in the video.
It cut through the cheers first, then pierced the door, and came through clear as day.
“Whether it’s Kael or the Celestial Demon depends on what you all decide. But was that really so important?”
Seo Jun let out a dry chuckle.
It was a laugh born from genuine absurdity.
“Anyway, everyone please don’t push each other and be careful. Actually, I’m more nervous than when I fought the Demonic Cult.”

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋ But wasn’t the Broadcast Master part of the Demonic Cult?
-He’s obviously talking about a past life ㅋㅋ
-With that guy’s personality, he was definitely in the Demonic Cult in his past life too? It has to be?

“Alright then, I’m really going now.”
Seo Jun opened the door for the third time.
The security guards had formed a line, so there was at least some empty space in front of the door.
The moment he stepped across the threshold, his ears went deaf from the roar, and the phone flash in his hand began to flicker.
TrustStar.
It’s the event streamers love most.
He could understand why.
His eyes were a bit dazzled, though.
Actually, his eyes were quite dazzled, to be honest.
Seo Jun emerged into that empty space and waited for a moment.

-What’s the Photo Zone ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-I’m right in front of the Broadcast Master and he’s just smiling, he’s so handsome
-Kyaa!
-ㄹㅇㅋㅋㅋ
-Right in front? ㅋ Could it be that beautiful woman?

And when he felt an appropriate amount of time had passed, he spoke.
“Alright everyone, could you clear the way? I need to get to my booth.”
The security began to help.
More precisely, they were event staff, not Seo Jun’s personal security.
But did they have their limits?
Seo Jun noticed more and more personnel being added from behind.
And as they moved, the formation naturally broke down, and the crowd—whether they wanted it or not—began drawing closer to Seo Jun.
It wasn’t quite a stampede yet.
There was enough space for no one to be crushed.
But Seo Jun judged that entering a gateway or standing still here could become dangerous.
Once order breaks down, it becomes twice as hard to restore.
Seo Jun shook his head helplessly, then approached the Cameraman and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Come to the booth.”

* * *

The Cameraman didn’t hear what Seo Jun said properly.
“Excuse me? Excuse me?”
The surroundings were loud and chaotic.
He could even feel a faint sense of precariousness, as if everything might collapse at any moment.
Even in such a situation, the Cameraman didn’t run—he filmed Seo Jun placing his hand on his shoulder.
“Go to the booth. Well then, I’m off.”
“Excuse me?”
This time, having barely caught the words, the Cameraman doubted his own ears.
The sentence didn’t fit the context, so he wondered if he’d simply mishear it.
But Seo Jun, having said that, walked toward the crowd that had drawn close.
His leisurely gait was enough to make even the nearest person pressing forward actually step back.
The moment Seo Jun overlapped with the crowd.
“Huh?”
Seo Jun vanished.
The Cameraman, who had his eye to the camera, panicked and immediately pulled his eye away, scanning his expanded field of vision to catch Seo Jun.
When you work as a cameraman, moments like this happen often.
So if he found him quickly and caught him again…
“Huh?”

-??????
-Where did he go?
-Why is the camera wandering ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Show us the Broadcast Master’s view!
-Is this virtual reality, stream friend ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-That’s why he said come to the booth

The viewers understood the situation.
Seo Jun had done something again!

-Is the story about Sword Saint finally going to be revealed?
-In my opinion this is just the beginning ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

But the Cameraman was a bit too late.
So were the people around him.
Everyone had their eyes fixed on Seo Jun.
Whether filming him with cameras or capturing him with their own eyes.
So it was natural to be flustered that he’d vanished.
“Where did he go?”
“Huh?”
“Could it be…?”
“Did you guys see it too?”

* * *

Watching people disappear in an instant, the Cameraman felt respect for Seo Jun.
And he began walking toward Seo Jun’s booth in a daze.
Thinking he’d rewind the footage from earlier later to confirm how he’d missed it.
The important thing was that the screen was still connected to the camera in his hand, and he’d forgotten about it and was just holding the camera normally.
Naturally, public sentiment soured.

-Give us the Broadcast Master!!!!!!
-It’s shaking….. I’m getting dizzy…..
-Imagine 170,000 people watching such an inconsiderate broadcast ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
-Just come to the booth quick, Broadcast Master you can see him playing with Lise from far away
-Cameraman why aren’t you running!

He wasn’t running.
Finally, when the Cameraman saw Seo Jun, he was smiling comfortably and posed for the camera, and only then did the Cameraman return to his work.
Meanwhile, Seo Jun was having Lise suggest various things to try, and he was accomplishing all of it at once, delivering disappointment once more.
“Unbreakable Spirit. Unbreakable Spirit. Unbreakable Spirit. What matters is an unbreakable heart, as Baek Do-yul also says!”
Yasuo was muttering something in Japanese from the side, but Seo Jun didn’t bother to understand it.
For some reason it sounded like curses.
Anyway.
“So then.”
Seo Jun gave a signal to Sun Team Leader, who gave an okay sign from a distance.
“Hello everyone.”
Seo Jun’s booth could reasonably be called a stage.
A stage with a slightly elevated platform so people could see it, and seating behind it that rose progressively higher for the viewers.
Standing before it, Seo Jun greeted the gathered viewers.
His voice also came through the nearby speakers.
He had synced it with the microphone he carried on his person.
“Let me first explain the current situation. The first half hasn’t ended yet, but I noticed the number of challengers has dropped sharply. The waiting line has disappeared entirely.”
Likely the biggest reason was that people who were stuck with Lise gave up out of disappointment.
But in any case, fewer people gathered than expected.
“Those who pass can still come out in the afternoon, but it’ll be over quickly. Unfortunate as that is.”
Was this good news or bad news for Seo Jun?
“Take responsibility!”
“Broadcast Master, show us your talent!”
People in the audience shouted.
Seo Jun smiled wryly.
“If I were a streamer who responded to your demands right now, this wouldn’t be happening. But you see…”
Seo Jun looked at the camera with a genuinely regretful expression.
“Oh come on.”
“Don’t talk about clocking out early!”
That voice just now sounded like Buja?
Anyway.
“Yes, that’s right. If it comes to that, I’ll clock out early. So everyone needs to step up their game, right? Since we can’t let down the people who came today, I’ll show you something, but from tomorrow onwards you all know how it’ll be, yeah?”
Seo Jun complained.
While smiling.
“Really, are there no masters?”
It was essentially a provocation.
If no one could overcome the wall that was Yamada Lise, wouldn’t that be boring too?
He hoped that hearing this provocation, proper masters would come starting tomorrow.
But.
Seo Jun didn’t know.
That Sun Team Leader, who knew every detail of the booth’s operation from behind, was smiling at Seo Jun’s statement.

* * *

The fan meeting proceeded uneventfully.
The only difference from the streaming communication Seo Jun always did was that they were meeting face to face, so the work itself wasn’t much different.
During this time, when Seo Jun heard that 10,000 T-shirts had disappeared, he ultimately disappeared as well.
Hearing this news, Jay laughed loudly during a brief break.
“It’s impressive, but the booth operations don’t seem to be going smoothly.”
“Excuse me? What do you mean?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Jay, brushing off the staff member’s question with a laugh, gulped down water in the Break Room prepared below the booth.
‘Phew.’
At first, people definitely gathered to a frightening degree.
But after that, there was only messy booth operations.
When he appeared directly, it seemed like people gathered in large numbers, but was that enough?
TrustStar was a venue for fan meetings, but it also had the atmosphere of a gaming festival.
Since most game streamers had game companies backing them heavily, this was inevitable.
‘He gave up on gaming. How could it go well? Especially when that’s what he does best.’
Moreover, after making threats about touring other game areas, Seo Jun just wasted the first day.
‘Just signing autographs?’
He couldn’t even meet the quota.
His popularity is remarkable, admittedly. He acknowledges that.
But their booth was no less impressive.
Multiple streamers working together was already a big draw, and it kept running without pause.
“Streamer? You need to move to the next game now.”
“Yes, I’m going up.”
He closed his smartphone.
There was plenty of talk about Seo Jun, but praise for their booth was also pouring in.
‘If you don’t do it properly in the end, there’s not only complaints but it’s also hard to get votes.’
The votes would be split.
There’s no way proper booth operations would happen the next day either, and if that happened, viewers would definitely get bored.
Popularity naturally drops.
‘Perfect.’
Jay silently cheered himself on, thinking to finally snag a major corporation, and worked hard.
After that, until the booth ended, he couldn’t check his phone, but as time passed, the crowd’s waiting line grew longer, and news kept reaching him that Seo Jun had disappeared entirely from the booth and wasn’t even showing up, so he was confident of victory.
As long as things went this way.
But after everything ended and Jay checked the temporarily opened TrustStar Community, he fell into bewilderment.
“Huh? What did he do that there are more related posts? He disappeared!”

[Found the Broadcast Master!]
[This guy’s signature is so scary ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ really so chilling ㅋㅋㅋㅋ]
[If you watch one streamer’s broadcast while walking around TrustStar, there’s a rumor that a man in a black hoodie appears suddenly. Please appear in front of me too ㅠㅠㅠㅠ]

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