Chapter 68 : Twisted Abyss Punishment Roulette

Never again.

I will never, ever disrespect Professor Payton again.

I’m currently paying the price for mocking her.

The punishment roulette stream has begun.

Well, you know.

Punishment roulette streams for VTubers are obviously way more restricted compared to those for face-cam streamers.

For example, I can’t do punishment dares like bungee jumping.

And haunted house visits or abandoned building experiences—those outdoor punishment streams—are off the table too.

If I had to choose the best kind of punishment roulette a VTuber can do.

“…Let’s go with a bizarre food roulette.”

Yeah, cursed food seems like the only real option.

But the followers’ reactions were ice cold.

Hmm.

That’s all we’re getting?

Where’s the half-cam?

Where’s the half-cam?

Where’s the half-cam?

Where’s the naked dogeza?

Where’s the naked dogeza?

Where’s the naked dogeza?

“Doing another half-cam stream would just be overkill.”

Anyway, since I’ll be sampling all kinds of game genres on stream going forward, a “play until you beat it” punishment doesn’t really mean much.

And doing another half-cam stream?

That’s cringe on top of cringe.

I’m not a face-cam streamer.

It even says it right there in the wiki.

Lee Jiah (VTuber).

Half-cam streams are rare exceptions—only allowed on monumental occasions like hitting 50,000 followers.

•The reason viewers were being so cold was simple.

•Let’s be real, cursed food streams are just… bland.

•For real, lol.

How are we supposed to know what the cult leader is even eating?

They think VTuber mukbangs just aren’t as engaging as ones from face-cam streamers.

But that’s a total misunderstanding.

VTuber mukbangs have their own kind of appeal too, okay?

Watching the avatar’s cheeks puff up as they chew and chomp away—how is that not adorable?

Well, obviously, I have zero intention of acting cute in front of this many viewers, nor do I have any desire to look cute.

I’m not doing this bizarre food stream to satisfy the cultists’ twisted cravings.

I’m doing it because if I’m gonna be punished, I might as well do it right.

In VTuber cursed food streams, trust with your audience is everything.

Because naturally, viewers will wonder, “Aren’t they just pretending to eat cursed food while secretly munching on something tasty?”

And fair enough—if they can’t see the food, how can they trust me?

With that in mind.

“I’ll show the food on my desk through the camera, just the food.”

•I put my foot down.

•Not a half-cam.

•Literally just a food cam.

•Only the food is on screen.

•Oh, you’re going that far?

•That actually makes it sound kinda tasty.

•If you’re gonna do it, do it right.

•Now that’s how you carry out a punishment bb.

•Dae Jiah .

[DevotedFollower has donated 10,000 won.]

Even our mod says Jiah’s model quality is so insanely good, it might as well be a face-cam mukbang.

True, LOL.

•Honestly, a mukbang with that level of quality sounds pretty hype.

•Thankfully, the viewers seem to have accepted the bizarre food roulette punishment.

“The rules are simple. I’ll spin the roulette three times. Then I’ll mix all three foods together and eat it.”

•GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.

•Just hearing that.

•Ueeeeeuuuuurgh.

•Three is overkill, lolololol.

•Jiah, just do two before you regret it.

“I’ll go with three.”

This isn’t just a content segment.

It’s a punishment.

And if it’s a punishment, it should feel like one—three ingredients minimum.

Of course, if I end up with three tasty ones, then it’s not really a cursed food mukbang anymore.

Like, if I get bibim noodles, pork belly, and kimchi.

That’s just a tasty late-night meal.

Next, it was time for roulette suggestions.

If I took them through chat, it’d obviously descend into chaos, so I had no choice but to accept them through donations instead.

“Just for one minute—no, considering delayed donations, I’ll only accept them for ten seconds.

Price is 1,000 won per item.Alright, starting… now!”

No sooner had I finished speaking than.

[User has donated 10,000 won.] Mint chocolate ×10

[User has donated 1,000 won.] Chocolate

[User has donated 1,000 won.] Fermented skate

[LoyalFollower has donated 15,000 won.] Chicken ×15

[User has donated 20,000 won.] Stinky tofu ×20

[User has donated 1,000 won.] Silkworm pupae

The donations started coming in like a flood.

Mint chocolate, chocolate, stinky tofu, silkworm pupae, fermented skate.

I had a feeling this was going to be one brutal fight.

…

…

…

Even though I only accepted donations for ten seconds, just compiling the roulette items took twenty minutes.

And so, the final roulette wheel ended up looking like this.

*

Stinky tofu – 200

Chicken – 10

Silkworm pupae – 500

Pineapple – 57

Milk – 121

Pizza – 50

Pork belly – 121

Fermented skate – 323

…

…

…

Mint chocolate – 650

*

•Dude, what’s with the mint choco cult, lolol.

•Mint choco squad’s firepower is insane, lol.

•GUAAAAARGHHH.

•Just looking at the roulette is making me dizzy.

•THIS is punishment!

•THIS is punishment!

•THIS is punishment!

I’m screwed.

There weren’t as many loyal followers as I thought.

Just eyeballing it, the ratio of trap to tasty foods was way worse than 10 to 1.

I was expecting at least 7 to 3.

Well, it can’t be helped.

I brought my hands together solemnly and began to pray.

Oh, Shining Star Beachy.

Sure, it was my fault for arrogantly promising a full-game stream clear.

But let’s be honest, I’ve gotten hit with divine punishments for no reason plenty of times already.

So maybe, just this once, you could bless me for no reason too.

Please.

Ugh, what’s with the surprise worship session

She’s at it again.

Honestly, even Beachy-nuna would agree this roulette is cursed.

•For real, lol.

•Even Beachy wouldn’t sit through Jiah eating this stuff.

•If I were Beachy, I wouldn’t answer that prayer either, fr.

•Mint choco + silkworm pupae + stinky tofu… she’s gotta eat it, right?

•GUAAAAAAGHHHH.

•Can I throw up in advance?

•There was no point in stalling anymore.

At last—I spun the first item roulette.

Whirl.

Click click click click.

Clatter clatter.

•Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

•Oh god PLEASE!!!!!!!!

•Please let it be pupae, pupae, pupae, pupae.

•Mint choco let’s GOOOOOOOO.

•Stinky tofu or bust, stinky tofu or bust.

•Fermented skate is the real cheat code lol, if that hits first it’s over anyway.

The wheel slowed down.

It barely skipped past strawberry milk and silkworm pupae—And finally landed on.

Tteokbokki.

“Nice! That’s what I’m talking about!”

Ah.

‘Ah……’

What the hell is “Groundbokki” lmao.

*Ah………. *

Roulette <- when you close it, it’s a dog.

•Beachy-nuna, what are you DOINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

•Hmm.

•Close it.

•Me.

•Rock.

•Me.

•Rock.

Ah.

Looks like my prayer got through.

Thank you. Seriously.

Tteokbokki as the first item?

Couldn’t ask for better.

No matter what you mix in, tteokbokki somehow ends up tasting okay.

You could probably shove a whole pizza into it and still eat it.

Keeping the momentum going, I spun the second roulette right away.

And the result.

[Mint chocolate]

•“WHAT EVEN IS THIS!!!!!”

•Hit! lololololol.

•Toothpaste has arrived lolol.

•Now THIS is it!!!!!!!!

•God of Balance, Shin Beachy.

•She’s not a god of balance, lmao.

Ah.

Just when things were going well, it all went to hell.

I imagined it—Melting mint chocolate into spicy red tteokbokki sauce.

It’s horrifying.

That’s no longer something you can call “food.”

But what can I even do?

I mean, this is all because I failed the Payton clear challenge.

“Spinning the third roulette now…”

Please.

Mint choco alone should be enough punishment, right?

If something else cursed comes up now, I’m seriously gonna have to brace myself.

[Fermented Skate]

Ah.

Damn it.

God is dead.

***

The delivery arrived.

When the tteokbokki came, the smell was so good it made my mouth water.

And then the fermented skate showed up—its ammonia stench stabbed at my nose.

It was so overpowering, I genuinely wondered if the smell might seep through the floor and reach the neighbors downstairs.

For reference—This was my very first time trying fermented skate in my life.

You’re gonna mix it all, right?

•MIX IT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

•That expression, lolololol.

•Looks like someone who just lost their country, lmao.

•Fix your face, dude!

Even though this was for the stream, there was just no way I could fake a cheerful expression.

As promised, I adjusted the cam so only the table was visible.

Then—After opening the lid of the tteokbokki…I dropped in the mint chocolate.

•GUAAAAAGHHHHHHHH.

•Ugh, shi121212ibal.

•KRAAAAAAAGH.

•Is this even food?!

•Is this even food?!

•Is this even food?!

•Tteokbokki of the Twisted Nether enters the hall of fame, lololol.

Why would you mix toothpaste into food? (Genuinely confused)

Well, I guess you won’t need to brush your teeth after eating today.

The delicious, fiery red tteokbokki started to fall from grace in real-time.

But that was just the beginning.

Next—I added the fermented skate, with its nostril-scorching stench, into the “Tteokbokki of the Twisted Nether.”

Then, with bitter resignation, I muttered—“…How is a person supposed to eat this?”

You’re not a person though.

If you’re not human, then you can totally eat it.

Not a person.

Not human food.

Follower food.

Yup.

“I’m not in the mood to joke around! How the hell is anyone supposed to eat this?!”

•Who’s joking?

•Is RP a joke to you?

•IS RP A JOKE TO YOU?

•IS RP A JOKE TO YOU?

•Eat.

•It deliciously.

•Not my problem lololololol.

•It really looks horrifying lololol.

•This is a horror flick, right?

•GUA A A A A A A AGH.

•The tteokbokki’s color is weird, nuna.

Gulp.

I swallowed—Not because it looked appetizing, but because the tension had dried my throat.

Wait, she’s going for the fermented skate first?!

Alpha-female move: instantly eats mint-choco tteokbokki with skate.

If I have to eat it anyway, better to get it over with.

I pinched my nose shut—And shoved a bite of mint-choco tteokbokki sauce with fermented skate into my mouth.

Then, almost instinctively, I screamed.

•“JIAAAAAAACK!”

•A bizarre, grotesque scream spilled from my lips.

I had no idea how to even describe the twisted taste ravaging my mouth.

•Yeah.

•If I had to put it into words.

•It tasted like a dead god.

•That’s exactly it. Mhm.

•“God is dead, f**k!”

•THUD!

•THUD!

•THUD!

•lolololololol.

•This chick’s insane, lol.

•Went straight for the blasphemy combo, lmao.

•ALL HAIL MUBBYEOL.

•Mubbyol nuna = full marks if she headslams, lol.

•BANG YOUR HEAD!!!

I took the full penalty for blasphemy—a three-hit combo.

Weirdly enough, my head didn’t even hurt.

All I could do was writhe from the apocalyptic taste of that mint-choco-tteokbokki-sauce-fermented-skate still doing a rave inside my mouth.