[Soul Warfare Gallery]
[Featured Posts Board]
[Wow, Friede’s buzz is off the charts, damn.]
[Is the speed of the Grass Wiki controversy updates for real?]
[Friede, you damn brat, explain yourself!]
[If you think Friede is the problem, give this a like.]
[Wow, Friede’s buzz is off the charts, damn.]
Author: Slim Guy
“Haha, she takes out a challenger gatekeeper right after debuting, and now she’s ready to throw down with her editor?”
[Insert meme of Friede glaring at the editor’s sudden behavior]
“What’s with the buzz, just five days into her stream? At this rate, if they meet in person, they’ll probably end up yanking each other’s hair.”
User Comments:
ZikGarnerbelt: “The sun’s always been the king of attention, haha. It’s surrounded by orbiting stars year-round.”
L__: “Isn’t this guy one of those sweaty fans living in Friede’s chat?”
Loo: “Sun, my butt! It’s more like a black hole sucking everything in.”
Loo: “Friede’s stream is a void where anything fits, you know what I mean.”
[Is the speed of the Grass Wiki controversy updates for real?]
Author: NN
“These crazy people have been fighting for 15 hours straight without sleep. Are you guys okay? How do you even function in real life, you crazy fans? The unbreakable shield fans versus the unstoppable haters—it’s like watching a battle that makes you clench everything.”
User Comments:
OO: “They’re savage. Absolutely savage.”
BribedOrc: “Well, that’s how our hardcore fans roll.”
MidyrWhoEatsWomen: “Too invested, haha.”
OO: “Live in the real world, you jerks. Stop breaking your mom’s back.”
NaKooNaKoo: “Don’t worry, I’m employed, and my mom’s spine is perfectly fine.”
***
[If you think Friede is the problem, give this a like.]
Author: NaKooNaKoo
“If they were going to hire an editor, they should’ve done it quietly instead of holding some flashy contest. All this mess just to create stream content—what a disaster.”
User Comments:
OO: “Nope. My sister’s not at fault. It’s all the editor’s fault.”
NaKooNaKoo: “Yeah, right.”
Yululi: “If you’re salty, maybe pick better editors next time.”
BoaSnakeMind: “Lololol.”
***
The chaos in the forums was never-ending.
Arguments burned hotter than ever, with no signs of stopping.
“Wow….”
As Dayoung read through the comments, she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed.
She sighed, pressed the back button, and turned her gaze to Sehee, who was sipping coffee absentmindedly at their table.
“Unni.”
“Hm?”
“I’m not really your manager, am I?”
Sehee hesitated, unable to deny it outright.
She smiled awkwardly.
‘How could she?’ This was her first time dealing with hiring an editor, and she desperately needed help from someone experienced.
As a five-day-old rookie streamer, Sehee was still learning the ropes and needed someone like Dayoung to act as her bodyguard and pseudo-manager.
“Well, based on skills alone, the editor is decent.”
Dayoung didn’t wait for a response, turning her attention back to her phone and skimming through the editor’s profile.
“Their portfolio looks like a solid S-tier gacha pull—skill-wise, at least.”
“Skill-wise?”
“Of course. You know what I mean. That last video was a shocker.”
Sehee nodded, sipping her syrup-loaded latte as she glanced around the café.
It was a small, cozy shop tucked into a quiet neighborhood corner.
Their table, in a hidden corner, felt comfortably private.
With lunchtime rush hour over, the only person inside besides them was the owner.
It felt almost like they had rented out the place.
“The reason for this outing?”
“To finalize a contract with an editor who called themselves Ajin.”
The editor had initially declined but eventually agreed, likely unable to resist Sehee’s persistence.
“What kind of person would they turn out to be?” Sehee’s curiosity grew.
“You can’t fully assess someone just from their profile,” Da-young remarked, lightly tapping her phone screen.
“Editors process the videos their clients provide. Naturally, a lot of communication is involved, so it’s crucial to see if you work well together.”
“Like… dealing with trolls in a game?”
“That’s a bit extreme, but the sentiment’s similar. You want a good teammate in a game, right? It’s the same with work.”
Da-young sipped her coffee, the memory of yesterday’s incident replaying in her mind.
“Unni, you saw it live, didn’t you? You heard what that editor said at the end.”
Originally, Da-young had planned to tell Sehee not to hire such an editor.
But she thought it’d be better to meet them first and then wait for Sehee’s decision.
That’s how Da-young sorted out her thoughts.
“Well… it wasn’t exactly normal, was it?”
Even Sehee had to admit the editor’s behavior didn’t look great.
Still, the editor was selected through an elaborate contest, so cutting ties immediately wasn’t an option.
They were going to work together closely as partners, and meeting face-to-face was essential before making any decisions.
If the editor were to be let go, it wouldn’t be too late to decide after knowing more about them.
This meeting was the perfect opportunity to figure out the editor’s true character.
“Da-young, I finished the cookies.”
“Seriously? You’re on your fifth one already. Who do you think you are?”
“Before I make a mess in my bag, hurry and get me something tasty!”
“Geez, unbelievable.”
Da-young sighed as she watched Sehee eat cookie after cookie with impressive appetite.
‘How does such a small body even fit all that food?’
At this rate, it seemed like Sehee was planning to annihilate every cookie in the café.
When Da-young brought the extra cookies over to their table, Sehee’s hand slyly reached out and grabbed them all.
“What if the editor doesn’t meet your expectations?”
“Well… I’ll probably pick another one. I was planning to contact the next candidate in line from the contest votes anyway.”
It didn’t seem like she was particularly attached to this editor.
‘That’s reasonable.’
This incident was more of a broadcasting mishap than some malicious act by the streamer Friede.
The issue would die down soon enough.
‘After all, didn’t the viewers who voted enjoy a ton of pizza gift cards?’
***
-Ding!
The doorbell rang, and the sound of someone approaching made both Sehee and Da-young look toward the entrance.
Standing there was…
“Unni, is that… them?”
A strange figure entered, their cap pulled low over their face, the hood of their hoodie covering it further, with their head hunched down like a turtle.
They looked suspicious, to say the least.
“Maybe?”
Sehee shrugged casually, showing little concern.
She wasn’t entirely sure, but there was one way to find out.
-Are you here?
She sent a message to the contact she’d been given.
And just as she sent it—
-Buzz!
The figure at the door looked at their phone.
Sehee smiled knowingly.
“They’re here.”
Bingo.
“So, about what you said back then…”
“Uh, well… that is…”
“You can just speak comfortably.”
“Y-yes…”
Da-young, feeling frustrated, downed her iced coffee in one go.
Meanwhile, the person in front of them fidgeted with their untouched cup of coffee, lightly tapping it nervously.
Now that they were here in person, Sehee finally learned the name of her potential—though possibly replaceable—editor.
Despite their hesitation, they eventually managed to introduce themselves.
Their name was Ryu Ajin, and they were 20 years old.
‘Ajin… Is that why their username is A-jin?’
For an editor, their age seemed… no, it was definitely too young.
Sehee had assumed anyone with such skills would be in their late twenties at least.
Despite the immature behavior they had shown on stream, Ajin’s appearance was unexpectedly charming.
They had a bright and youthful vibe that easily made people feel a sense of protectiveness.
If Da-young’s energy was lively and cheerful, Ajin gave off the impression of a fragile, innocent child.
It was a rare feeling to get from someone in this line of work.
“Um… It’s not like I did that because I wanted to… It just happened suddenly…”
Ajin stammered, their wide, darting eyes making them look almost terrified.
‘It’s rude to think this, but they seem so pitiful with their head hanging down like that.’
-Tap, tap.
Da-young nudged Sehee with her elbow and gave her a look.
-“Are you really going to hire them?”
From her expression, it was clear Da-young thought this might be a bad idea.
Based on the criteria she had mentioned earlier, Ajin seemed like someone who’d be difficult to work with.
But Sehee thought it’d be a waste to end the interview like this.
“Hmm…”
If the issue was Ajin’s apparent nervousness, then maybe…
“Ajin, could you hold out your hand for a moment?”
“Huh? Uh, what for…?”
“It’s nothing. They say shaking hands can help calm your nerves. You seem a little tense, so I thought this might help you feel better.”
Taking a breath, Sehee spoke gently, watching as Ajin hesitated to even meet her eyes.
“Does that sound too sudden?”
“N-no, it’s fine. Um, okay…”
After hesitating for a moment longer, Ajin finally seemed to steel themselves.
They squeezed their eyes shut as though making a bold decision and reached out their hand.
This was Friede.
She was stunningly beautiful, and Ajin had been taken aback when they first saw her in person.
They had thought they’d be scolded for their outburst during the stream, but Friede was making a surprising effort to keep the conversation light.
As Ajin’s hand touched hers, they couldn’t help but feel surprised.
Ajin’s eyes widened in shock as they looked at Sehee.