Chapter 77 : Singing of Love and Friendship at the End of the Abyss

The next day, three new popular posts appeared on the café.

The first trending post was written by that shameless sinner—the one who had moved from being “just friends” to lovers.

[Devout Followers of Beachy Mutbyeol]

Title: Thanks to our cult leader, my girlfriend forgave me!

Post content:Right after the confession stream, I called my girlfriend immediately.

I told her I was sorry.

That it was actually me who gaslit her into using the Endgame Weapon.

Jiah-nim, I know you might not be familiar with Minas Land, but the Endgame Weapon is an item so rare, even pouring 20 million won (~$15,000) in real cash might not be enough to get it.

In fact, even after I poured that much money into it, I still haven’t gotten it.

So I thought—surely she’d curse me out.

I was honestly preparing for the worst, thinking we might even break up.

But just like Jiah-nim advised… I told her everything honestly, and I sincerely apologized.

And then something amazing happened.

It turns out… she knew all along.

Apparently, she had just been waiting for me to come clean and apologize.

So we talked on the phone for two hours.

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And in the end, I think my relationship with my girlfriend is better than it was before.

It’s all thanks to Jiah-nim and the believers.

Thank you.

Truly, thank you again.

It’s a really beautiful night.

Comments (33+)

• Beautiful night my aaaaaaasss!!!!!!!

• Damn heretic.

• Of course it’s only your night that’s beautiful, fuuuuuuuuuuck.

• Die die die die die die die die.

• Get out.

• You’re not banning this virtue-signaling clown?

Tch.

Not exactly the kind of ending that leaves you feeling good.

Damn silver-tier punk.

Deep down, I’d been hoping he’d break up with his girlfriend.

Am I just a terrible person for thinking that?

No, it’s not me.

The problem is this bastard turning even his confession into virtue-signaling.

Anyway, a promise is a promise.

So I lifted his temporary ban.

To be honest, I wasn’t all that curious about that guy.

What I really wanted to know—Was what the Netkama sinner had written.

He had posted not just one, but two entries.

One had gone up during the early hours of the morning,The other was posted later in the morning.

I read the Netkama’s posts in order.

Title: Hello, I’m the Netkama.

Post content:Hello, I’m the Netkama who appeared on the stream yesterday.

Um…I don’t really know how to start.

To get to the point—I confessed everything to my friend… and lover.

When we were just one day away from our 100th day together,I just couldn’t bring myself to lie to her any longer.

Right after the confession stream, I mustered up the courage to call her.

And I told her I was sorry.

Not in the fake girl voice—But in my real voice.

And then I told her everything.

That I’m not a woman, but a man.

That I had finally found someone in my life I truly clicked with,And because I was afraid of losing her, I had cowardly hidden my true identity.

She didn’t say anything.

And then the call ended.

That’s when I realized.

Ah.

That call just now.

I realized it was probably our last.

I cried so much.

So much that my eyes got all swollen.

And I regretted it—deeply.

It was just an online relationship anyway.

From the very beginning, we had agreed not to meet in real life,because we knew the illusion could break.

If I had just kept lying, maybe everyone could’ve stayed happy.

Even now, as I write this, thinking about how much I must’ve hurt her—it tears my heart apart.

For a cowardly Netkama like me,perhaps love and friendship were just too much of a luxury.

Just to be clear…this isn’t Jiah-nim’s fault.

Honestly, I had already made up my mind to tell the truth even before I joined the confession stream.

If I had planned to keep hiding my identity,I wouldn’t have done the confession in the first place,and I definitely wouldn’t have revealed my real voice to the viewers.

Anyway.

Yeah.

I have nothing more to say.

That’s all for now.

Comments (455+)

• 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊.

• Bro.

• This is actually a pure love story.

• I usually hate Netkamas, but I hope things work out for this one.

ㄴ For real, first time I’ve ever rooted for a Netkama.

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The post seemed to have gone viral, probably because of how moving it was—the comment section was practically exploding.

“Haaah…”

God, that’s heartbreaking.

I think this is the first time I’ve genuinely wanted to cheer for someone else’s relationship.

Of course, it was entirely this Netkama’s fault,and honestly, you could call it a case of just desserts.

But still—you can’t help but feel bad.

Wanting to hold on to a precious relationship,even if it meant lying like a coward—I understand that feeling completely.

Because.

I don’t have any friends either.

Now I was scared to read the next post.

Did they spiral into darkness and fall even deeper into the abyss…?

With a bit of anxiety, I opened the next post.

Title: I Cried Again.

Post Content:But this time,it wasn’t out of sadness.

I cried because I was happy.

About two hours ago,I got a call from her.

She said she was sorry too.

That she shouldn’t have ended the call like that.

That just like I hurt her—she hurt me too.

Now, she said, it was something we had both been wrong about.

She told me.

“I forgave you. Can you forgive me too?”

And like a fool, I cried again.

I never knew a person could shed so many tears until today.

It felt like the weight of those 100 days disappeared in an instant.

We ended up talking on the phone for about two hours.

And after that call, I sat down to write this post.

As for our relationship now.

I honestly don’t know if we’re still just friends or something more.

But,for our 100-day anniversary, we agreed to meet up in real life—to have a meal, watch a movie… spend the day together.

Today, I decided to go out not as the male “Ahn Jisoo”,but as the female “Ahn Jisoo”,to meet her.

Because that felt like the very least I could do to show her respect.

Who knows, today might be the last time we ever meet.

But I think—both of us—won’t regret it.

Jiah-nim, and all the viewers,thank you so much for listening to my story all this time!

I don’t plan to post any more follow-ups.

I think this is the right place to end it.

Thank you.

Mut-men.

Comments (275+)

• Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

• Muuuuuuuuuut-men.

• This!! This is what I needed!!

• Bro’s still gay.

• No, like, this is really gay.

• This is such a pure love story.

• You’re a girl now.

• You’re officially a female now.

• Why does this post feel so full of pheromones, ugh.

• Honestly, this Netkama’s giving off more pheromones than the streamer himself, lmao.

ㄴ Big like.

ㄴ Crying and hitting like.

ㄴ Our streamer’s just a macho dude without his holy power pouch, so gotta give props.

• Wait, why are you retiring here, author?!

ㄴ GIVE US THE NEXT CHAPTER PLEASE!!!!!!

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Uh, hmm.

I didn’t expect it to end like this.

Is this… a good ending?

Her friend is happy.

This Netkama sinner is happy.

Even the viewers are cheering for them in their own way.

From a fake and twisted relationship—it’s become something truthful and sincere.

No matter how the story ends, like the sinner said, they probably won’t have any regrets.

In an unusual move, I personally left a comment for him, the one who had the courage to write that post.

[Glory to Beachy Mutbyeol.]

I don’t usually say this out loud, but Beachy Mutbyeol is a benevolent deity who forcibly changes the gender of perfectly normal men.

Of course, to me, it wasn’t benevolent at all—it was a completely absurd experience that still leaves me speechless.

But from the Netkama sinner’s point of view, Beachy Mutbyeol must be infinitely merciful.

So have faith.

Who knows, maybe you’ll find salvation too.

That said.

Like someone said in the comments—why does your post feel like it’s dripping with pheromones?

Are you really not a girl?

If I hadn’t heard your real voice, I wouldn’t have believed you were a guy.

At this level, it’s no wonder your friend misunderstood.

And also, are you seriously ending the series here?

I’m dying to know what happens next.

Would it be so bad to just DM me the rest of the story, one-on-one…?

***

I got a message from Kim Jung-hwan.

He said the studio construction is finally complete, and I can move in as early as tomorrow.

[I checked the internet setup more than ten times, so there shouldn’t be any issues with your stream.]

“Thank you so much for taking care of that. Uh, what about the tracking cameras I mentioned…”

[Of course, I’ve installed all of them. I personally did a full-body tracking test in V-World, so you can trust it. I’m not sure how it’ll work with the specific program you use, but there shouldn’t be any problems.]

“Wait, did you happen to test it using the Ayase avatar?”

[…I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ask that. That’s a privacy matter.]

Yup, he totally did.

He tested it using the Ayase avatar.

I mean, how could anyone resist trying to control Ayase’s avatar themselves in V-World?

Of course, it wasn’t the real Ayase avatar, just a user-made imitation modeled loosely after her.

But confession time: I own that avatar too.

I suddenly felt really grateful that my manager was Adoong.

If my manager didn’t understand VTubers or wasn’t interested in online broadcasting, working together would’ve been a pain.

My move was all ready.

There wasn’t that much to prepare.

My place was tiny to begin with, so I didn’t own a lot of furniture.

And the housing for Awakened Ones I’m moving into comes with built-in furniture like a fridge and a wardrobe, so I didn’t need to haul my old stuff with me.

I threw away the wardrobe.

The fridge too.

I even disassembled my bed frame piece by piece and only kept the mattress.

Just like when I was beating the anomalous phenomenon “Golden Piggy Bank” to pieces.

I felt it again.

This body… it’s not just got endurance, but also a surprising amount of strength.

I’m not strong enough to smash boulders with my bare hands or anything,but at the very least, I was as strong or stronger than the average adult man.

With all the packing done.

Now,it feels like it’s finally time to do the thing I’ve been putting off again and again.

Time to do a dogeza to the neighbors.

I guess I’ve got to… bang my head on the floor, right…?