The game called “Ravager” is considered a game that made a name for itself, but the ending was like a tasteless steamed bun.
Of course, this is just my opinion.
“How was it? What did you think of the ending?”
Because it wasn’t a happy ending.
Personally, I don’t like endings like this.
Even if the gameplay was fine, the conclusion just wasn’t satisfying.
It felt like it didn’t wash away the greasy aftertaste.
It’s like eating meat and then freshening your mouth with herbal medicine instead of alcohol.
“If there’s hardship, there should either be happiness or at least salvation. Why does the protagonist turn into a monster?”
“I didn’t expect that from you, you’re surprisingly traditional in your preferences?”
“Well, I prefer that kind of ending. What can I do? I love happy endings.”
“True, that’s a valid point.”
“The ending was a mess… if you mess it up, thousands of words will be immediately written.”
“What if it turns out it was all a dream and the world is just a false fantasy I created right before dying after failing to protect the world as a hero?”
Let’s imagine, for a moment, that everything happening right now, where I live in peace, is actually a hallucination created during the last moments of my life, when I was on the verge of being torn apart by demons, unable to bear the reality of my imminent death.
‘How horrible would that feel? It would feel like the worst kind of despair, as I cling to a hallucination while barely holding on in a reality where I’m being torn apart.’
This is just a thought experiment, of course, but it’s still something to think about.
Playtime: 3 hours and 20 minutes.
It felt like I ran through a marathon course at full speed.
I started streaming and immediately ran with it, so that’s to be expected.
Thinking about it, I didn’t even go to the bathroom properly, did I?
“Ah, the relief~!”
After sitting in the chair for so long, the satisfaction of stretching felt particularly refreshing.
Well, no matter what the ending was, at least I cleared the game.
Now, maybe the stream can be a bit more relaxed.
“I’m going to take a short break.”
Luckily, Dayoung had the sense to set up a break.
The stream ended, and with the microphone turned off, the 15-minute break announcement hovered on the screen.
“What should we do now?”
“Huh? It’s already been over 3 hours. But since it’s a joint stream with you, I think we can do one more session. You’re okay with your schedule, right?”
Of course. We already discussed it beforehand.
I nodded calmly, and Dayoung smiled warmly.
“How about we do a mukbang? Aren’t you hungry?”
Mukbang.
It was about time my stomach started to feel hungry.
The stream had started in the early evening, and I had only eaten a quick dinner, so by now, I needed some late-night snacks to feel full.
“Let’s order delivery. There’s a place here with really good gopchang. Or we could do chicken and beer or some street food. What do you think?”
Delivery, yes. It’s definitely a convenient and reasonable option.
You don’t have to worry about cooking, and as long as the place is decent, the food usually tastes good.
But for some reason, just relying on delivery felt a little boring.
Maybe that’s what it means to get used to being a streamer.
“Dayoung.”
“Huh?”
“Do you have rice at home?”
“Huh?”
“Ah, everyone, can you hear me clearly? Can you see me well?”
[??? Suddenly a gathering?]
[What the hell… whose house is this?]
[It is someone’s house. It must be Forming’s house.]
[It’s a live stream, right?]
[What do you mean live stream? This is clearly a home stream.]
[Is this a housewarming content?]
It was understandable for the viewers to be confused.
***
After the break, the two streamers were no longer visible in front of the computer.
The shaky camera and view made it clear that they were no longer in the usual setting.
Usually, these kinds of scenes are common in late-night streams, where the camera moves around unexpectedly.
However, despite being a little dim, the scene was clearly indoors.
‘What were they planning?’ A flood of curious messages filled the chat.
Through a dimly lit corridor, Forming turned into the living room with a mysterious smile.
“Alright, everyone. You can expect something big. Today’s highlight with my sister, Freide, is coming up!”
[What are you planning to do with our sister?]
[Where is she going right now? It’s too dark to see.]
[Did Freide do a cosplay or something? What’s the surprise?]
“Forming, stop messing around and just reveal it already!”
Seeing the chat full of impatience, Forming raised her voice in excitement.
“Ta-da! Our sister is going to cook for us!”
“Freide… cooking?!”
“No way, is this for real? I’m hungry! Give me some food!”
[Freide, please! Feed us, mama!]
[Freide can cook too?]
[No way.]
[Are we about to get a recipe reveal? Haha]
On the other side of the kitchen, Freide appeared on camera.
Even though she was caught in the camera’s view, her expression remained as calm as ever, the embodiment of a poker face.
Freide opened the refrigerator and paused for a moment, carefully selecting ingredients.
Carrots, chives, eight eggs, and some leftover mushrooms…
I had no idea what dish she was making, but seeing her move so carefully in the kitchen was enough to bring a fresh breeze into the hearts of the viewers.
After all, the sight of a beautiful and talented streamer showing off her domestic side was undeniably charming.
It added a touch of magic to the experience.
Also, I learned that streamer Forming surprisingly kept plenty of food and ingredients at home.
When Freide first suggested cooking, she had worried a little whether there would be enough ingredients.
‘She doesn’t seem like the type to stock up on food.’
Though she lives alone, it’s practically like living on her own even if it’s technically her parents’ house.
But the fact that she had so many fresh ingredients meant she must cook regularly.
Normally, people of our age who live alone tend to rely on delivery and instant noodles, right?
Once Freide took everything out, she opened the rice cooker.
The rice was enough for at least two servings.
‘This will do.’
- Bang!
Freide, wearing an apron, quickly pulled it off and swept her long hair back, tying the strands that had fallen behind her neck.
Her golden hair cascaded like a waterfall, flowing gently in soft waves, making anyone who looked at her feel a sense of purity.
It was a performance that didn’t quite match the kitchen setting.
Forming, who had been watching from behind, let out a wry smile and approached.
“Hey, sis, do you want me to help you with your hair?”
Freide, seemingly bothered by her hair falling into her face, pulled out a strand of hair that had gotten in her way.
She held the golden hair, which hung helplessly and weakly, and said…
“Oh, does this work?”
“Yeah, my hair is pretty strong.”
Without the help of a hairband or any other accessories, Freide tied her hair into a ponytail, securing it with the strand she had pulled out.
She flashed a bright smile and made a V sign.
[Did you see that?]
[Already recording it, hehe.]
[Share it after, please.]
[Watching her tie her hair in a ponytail is a real treat, hehe.]
[Sis, you’re so beautiful! I love you! > <]
[The person above is making me dizzy with their words.]
No matter how much the chat was buzzing, Freide slowly started moving.
She turned on the stove, placed a wok on top, and while it heated up, she began preparing vegetables.
After coating the pan with oil, she sautéed the vegetables, cracked the eggs on top, and stirred it all together.
Then, she took out two servings of rice.
By now, the dish was so obvious to everyone, and Forming subtly approached.
“Sis, no way… are you making…”
“Yeah, fried rice. I used to make this a lot when I lived alone, so I’m pretty good at it. After all, I’ve been living alone for three years.”
Freide smiled softly, and Forming, without realizing it, flinched slightly.
Ah, this must be from before she was summoned into this world.
With a strange sense of awkwardness, her carefully planned words tangled in her mind.
Freide’s expression, a mix of seriousness and subtle joy, made Forming stare blankly for a moment before she murmured under her breath without thinking.
“You’re really beautiful.”
[Hahaha.]
[She’s the perfect wife material.]
[Wow, if a wife like her made breakfast, I’d eat it like a dog.]
[She’s making it without hesitation, too.]
[Give me a bite!]
Without realizing her own mistake, Forming continued to film Freide’s cooking with the camera.
Clink!
“Here you go, Freide’s egg fried rice.”
“Ooh.”
The dish was quite successful.
The rice was fluffy, with eggs coating it like a subtle golden hue, and the carrots, chives, and mushroom pieces added a nice color contrast, making it even more appetizing.
[Isn’t this a twisted version of hell’s dish?]
[Wow… the way she’s cooking, it’s so delicate. I have to admit, I’m impressed.]
[When I show this to my mom, she’ll praise the foreign girl for making such good food.]
[Should’ve called her a future wife instead.]
[I said that once, and my mom smacked me on the back and told me to focus on studying.]
[Haha, I can see the future now.]
The chat’s reactions were probably not too different from Forming’s thoughts.
‘Isn’t that the case?’
There aren’t many female streamers, especially those focusing on gaming, who can cook surprisingly well.
But Freide broke that stereotype, delivering an excellent dish that pleasantly surprised the viewers.
“Ah, hold on. Let’s drink this.”
Suddenly snapping out of her thoughts, Forming took out the wine bottle that Freide had gifted her.
- Slide.
The deep red liquid flowing into two empty glasses looked sweet and inviting.
After seeing the ending and then a meal with alcohol, it could seem a little frivolous, but looking at it from a different perspective, the atmosphere was quite charming.
After successfully finishing the game, wouldn’t it be customary for gamers to raise a toast?
Forming proudly exclaimed, holding up the wine.
“Look, guys! This is Pepe the Frog’s wine! My sister got it for us!”
For the food, the dish was egg fried rice with vegetables.
The wine that came along with it seemed surprisingly high-end for a casual cooking stream.
[What is that, you nerd?]
[Oh, I know that. It’s a famous Austrian wine brand. Hehe, I have some at home.]
[It’s French, you idiot.]
[Wow, this is expensive. Freide must be showing off with her rich family.]
[Of course, she’s rich. The whole place must be gold-plated.]
“Yeah, I can tell you’re still not getting it. I’m going to give you the ‘Jung’s Iron Fist’ now.”
—You have been forcefully kicked by the administrator.
[Woah, the responses are quick these days, hehe.]
[…Domhwangcha!]
[It’s Tiananmen!]
[Freedom of expression must be guaranteed!]
While the chat was in a frenzy, Forming took a bite of her fried rice.
“It’s delicious. Honestly, I didn’t expect much, but heh…”
“Well, fried rice is one of those dishes that’s hard to fail at. I tried making it when I lived alone for the first time.”
“When I made it, it didn’t taste that good.”
‘Is it the difference in experience?’
Forming, munching on her fried rice, muttered, and Freide found it quite cute.
Clearly, this fried rice was a lot better than the last one she made.
It had a comforting feeling that soothed her tired mind.
‘The past?’
Suddenly, Freide felt a strange discomfort at the word “past.”
The past…
Even though it felt like a lifetime ago, the harsh memories of the past—the hell she had gone through—played out in her mind, and she absentmindedly shook her head, dismissing it.
She turned her attention back to reality and smiled at Forming, who had already finished her bowl.
“Is this enough? Should I make more?”
“I’m getting pretty full.”
Right, I see.
Slightly feeling the burn in her mouth, she quickly finished the drink in one shot.
The taste was sharp yet fragrant, with a slightly bitter aftertaste, smooth like a well-played ensemble of instruments, and she felt her shoulders stiffen slightly.
***
The next morning, Forming uploaded the joint stream with Freide in three parts to her channel.
As a recently rising streamer, the views shot up quickly, but the latest video showed a very different trend.
The video was uploaded in its pure, unedited form, with no special effects.
The third and final video, in particular, spread across the internet, gaining traction everywhere.
[Title: The Fried Rice My Sister Made with Her Heart… I’ve Stored It in My Heart.]
Views: 1,387,651 · 18 hours ago.
Not even 24 hours had passed, and it already had a substantial view count for a fresh video.
This was a historic performance for streamer Forming, Park Dayoung.
And…
“Wh-what is this… the title… What’s with this nonsense…”
A certain editor, gnawing on her fingernails in real-time, seethed with anger as the video skyrocketed in popularity.
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