The Villain is Too Good at Broadcasting

Chapter 7: No Brother Is Like the Older Brother. (3)

After having breakfast with Jin-hyuk, I spent some time browsing job search sites and submitting my resume.

During lunch, I met up with some neighborhood friends and chatted briefly. To commemorate my discharge, I got a good number of pats on the back.

Damn bastards.

Anyway, the time to meet with Dong-su hyung arrived, so I threw on some clothes and headed to his place.

Dong-su hyung’s house was located in Bucheon, not too far from mine.

It was a very impressive, upscale apartment complex.

Seeing the professional security guards patrolling the grounds regularly, I guessed it must be quite expensive.

Not to mention the expensive security equipment installed on the building’s exterior.

Even getting inside required following specific procedures, indicating how thorough the security was.

After following the security procedures, I took the elevator to Dong-su hyung’s place.

Ding-dong.

As I rang the doorbell, I soon heard Dong-su hyung’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Just a moment.”

After some rustling sounds, the door opened, and Dong-su hyung greeted me with a broad smile.

“You’re here? You’re a bit early.”

“How have you been?”

“If anyone heard us, they’d think it’s been ages. Come on in.”

I followed him inside.

His house was significantly larger than mine, with about five rooms, it seemed.

The first thing that caught my eye upon entering was the display cabinet filled with numerous plaques and certificates.

“The place is a bit messy.”

Dong-su hyung handed me a glass of orange juice with ice floating in it as he spoke.

“Nice place.”

“I’ve dreamed of living in a high-end apartment since I was a kid. I poured everything I saved over the years into buying this place in one go. I’m a house poor now. Need to work hard to earn money.”

Honestly, calling oneself house poor while living in a place like this was a bit too much.

Some people barely managed to buy an apartment that was less than half this size.

This could be considered mockery.

It made me uncomfortable.

“You researched the game we’re going to play today, right?”

With only 30 minutes left until the broadcast started, Dong-su hyung got straight to the point.

I nodded in response to his question.

“Yes.”

The game we were going to play on his broadcast was a brand new release, only a week old.

Other streamers were also actively playing it, and it was receiving rave reviews.

The game, called “Age of Assassination,” or AOA for short, was highly acclaimed.

Since the first-generation virtual reality game had kicked off the era of true virtual reality games, many games had been released.

Among the flood of games, many new titles were being re-released as virtual reality versions based on their original PC and console versions.

The AOA I was going to play today was no different.

Meaning “Age of Assassination,” AOA was a sequel to a console game that had a broad fan base.

The full name of the game was AOA VR.

The developer, Jangbi Soft, had a long tradition, and the VR version had taken the market by storm as soon as it was released.

Honestly, it was a game I had wanted to try at least once.

I had heard about its upcoming release several times even while I was in the military.

The gameplay videos I watched on the way to Dong-su hyung’s place only heightened my expectations.

The gameplay was quite straightforward.

While the main objective was assassinations, the VR version included additional content like special operations.

In other words, it greatly increased the game’s freedom.

This was a hallmark of second-generation virtual reality games.

Dong-su hyung smiled at me.

“Today’s broadcast is set to ‘Tough Broadcast.’”

Tough Broadcast.

It was a setting where only viewers aged 19 and above could watch, allowing for most content as long as it didn’t involve excessive nudity.

In other words, we could swear freely without any restrictions.

It seemed he was considering my comfort.

“Since AOA is a rather brutal game, this setting will make the broadcast smoother.”

“But can AOA be played by two people?”

“It doesn’t support multiplayer in story mode.”

“Huh?”

“You’re going to be the one playing the game.”

Huh?

After finishing our conversation, Dong-su hyung led me to the room where the capsules were set up.

The largest room in the house.

There, three capsules were installed along with various broadcasting equipment.

Although there was a high-end PC used by Dong-su hyung for chatting with viewers, what caught my eye was, of course, the game capsules.

The game capsule installed in my house was also a latest model, but this was different somehow.

“The capsule adjusts its synchronization rate to match the user. It’s a special machine sponsored by the manufacturer, . The model name is PX-Infinity. It’s not commercially available yet.”

PX? The name of the capsule alone felt unlucky.

Still, I was amazed.

Adjusting the synchronization rate to fit the user’s body was a feature that far surpassed the existing capsules, which were limited to a 10% rate.

Dong-su hyung watched my reaction with amusement and said, “Let’s start by setting it up. This capsule requires personal settings.”

It seemed this capsule was indeed different from others.

Following his instructions, I entered the capsule. It was as comfortable as other high-end capsules.

Once I put on the headset and connected to the capsule, fascinating message windows appeared before my eyes.

[Synchronizing with the capsule.]

[Please select the task to proceed.]

1. Automatic synchronization.

2. Manual synchronization.

……Am I struggling to adapt to new technology after returning from the military?

Just as I was about to get lost, I heard Dong-su hyung’s voice through the external microphone.

“Select automatic synchronization. The capsule will find the synchronization rate that suits your body.”

Listening to his kind explanation, I immediately chose automatic synchronization.

Then, a new message window appeared before my eyes.

[Automatic synchronization complete.]

“Hyung, it’s done.”

“Okay, I’ll get into the capsule too. I’ll start the broadcast right away, so get ready.”

Like the capsules installed at my house, the three capsules here also seemed to be interconnected.

After about a minute.

Flash.

Dong-su hyung appeared before me.

“The broadcast is on.”

Just like Jin-hyuk did last time, Dong-su hyung shared his dashboard with me so I could see the chat window.

Familiar chat windows appeared in the air.

Next to the chat window, the number of viewers was displayed, rapidly surpassing the thousand mark.

“Everyone, say hi. This is my younger brother.”

At Dong-su hyung’s words, the chat messages scrolled down quickly.

-Good! Ha!

-Freak ON

-Who the hell is Good Gun-Jwa, you otaku bastard.

-Didn’t you see Good Gun-Jwa’s broadcast yesterday? ㅋㅋ You missed out on half of your life.

-[Info] Good Gun-Jwa is streamer ‘Jin’s’ older brother and a talented freak who was discharged yesterday. As a note, he enjoys perverted play.

The chat barely stayed within acceptable limits.

However, due to the tough broadcast setting, the viewers’ profanity wasn’t deleted unless it was extreme.

Unlike Jin-hyuk, who was uncomfortable with high-level chat, Dong-su hyung accepted it as a matter of course.

“Since it’s been a while since I’ve done a tough broadcast, go wild. Just don’t cross the line. Got it?”

‘Kan’s Precious Middle Leg’ donated 50,000 won!

[Hyung! You’re disgusting as always, so just start the game! It’s so disgusting how you keep trying to act cool!]

Is it because it’s a tough broadcast? Even the first donation had a nasty username.

Seeing the donation, Dong-su hyung glanced at me.

It seemed like he was signaling me to say something.

Alright.

Let’s establish my character right here.

“You nasty bastards, having fun?”

“…Uh?”

Dong-su hyung paused and stared at me blankly for a moment.

-???

-???

-ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Look at Good Gun-Jwa establishing dominance right from the start.

-Starting with industry-standard rewards ㅗㅜㅑ

-Starting off with ‘bastard’ this and ‘bastard’ that. Makes the listener feel bad.

-[Message deleted by the moderator.]

The response was very satisfying.

If we continue the broadcast like this, my character will naturally fall into place.

Anyway, Dong-su hyung quickly regained his composure and continued the broadcast.

“Today, we’re playing AOA. I’ve already cleared up to episode 2, so I’ll just be giving advice from the back. My brother will be the one playing. Brother, introduce yourself.”

“I’m Shia, the older brother of streamer Jin. I’ll do my best.”

‘Our Shia, Marry Me’ donated 10,000 won!

[Oppa, thanks for helping me out last time! Will you marry me now?]

What the hell, this crazy person!

It was a terrible troll who had followed me from Jin-hyuk’s broadcast.

A string of curses was about to escape my throat, but I barely held it back.

No matter how tough the broadcast, some lines shouldn’t be crossed.

Seeing the donation message, Dong-su hyung asked me slyly.

“What did you help out with?”

“That.”

“That?”

It would be troublesome if he knew.

However, Dong-su hyung seemed to figure out the identity of ‘that’ as he watched the subsequent donations roll in. Before long, he slowly nodded his head.

“Streamers like them don’t have any use for it anyway, so it’s better off gone. Well done.”

After the brief introduction, we immediately logged into AOA.

For this broadcast, I was the only one playing the game.

While I, a newbie, played the game, Dong-su hyung would be giving advice from the background.

This was the script for the broadcast that Dong-su hyung had planned in advance.

But as always, life doesn’t go according to plan.

After the flashy intro video of AOA played, an unexpected message popped up before my eyes.

[Based on the user’s synchronization rate, the game difficulty is set to !]

Seeing my shared screen, Dong-su hyung looked stunned.

“The difficulty is set automatically?”

– Is there such a system?

– ???

– ???

– What’s Good Gun-Jwa’s synchronization rate?

Watching the flood of questions, I checked my synchronization rate through a command.

Furrowing my brows slightly, I replied.

“Hyung, I think this capsule is broken.”

“That can’t be. What’s the synchronization rate displayed?”

“Like this.”

I shared the synchronization rate info with Dong-su hyung, and upon seeing it, he was speechless for a while.

“Ninety-three… percent?”

Simultaneously, the chat window erupted.

– 93?

– Is it broken?

– No, Kan hyung’s capsule is regularly checked by the company. They inspected it yesterday, it can’t be broken in one day.

– Isn’t the highest record in Korea 78%?

– Is Good Gun-Jwa human?

– Good Gun. Is he a god? Good Gun. Is he a god? Good Gun. Is he a god?

– Are you crazy, human?

Watching the chat, I casually remarked.

“Oh, too bad it’s just 7% short. If it were 7% more, it’d be 100.”

Hmm.

Maybe I should have said it with a bit more arrogance? Feels a bit lacking.