“This is a pretty good notice.”
Nodding to herself, a satisfied smile spreads across her face.
She checks once again to make sure nothing is missing from the content and that it’s written well, then presses enter.
The basic guidelines for the editor search contest were set according to the format Da-young had shared.
Even I think it’s a pretty solid structure, with no rough edges.
‘For the next 10 days, I’ll slowly narrow down the candidates and contact them.’
‘Ah, I should prepare the contract in advance too.’
‘For now, let’s upload it, and the chat window immediately bursts into flames.’
***
[Big event incoming!!!!wwwwww]
[This is the class of the best streamer in the region]
[Wow, they really uploaded it?]
[Let’s get an editor~ Let’s go]
[If you look at the channel growth, it’s better to pick quickly]
[Fuck, does this mean no more that ridiculous flashing effect?]
[Editor, go! Contest, go!]
[Is this the galaxy’s strongest contest between the universe’s strongest and earth’s strongest?]
[I know that site, it’s huge in webnovels]
[What’s that, nerd?]
[Do you think everything’s nerdy if you don’t know? Fucking idiot.]
[That site’s famous for making a huge mess, and within a year, it became the best webnovel site]
[Let’s take a brief break for a moment of intense hatred (strict, serious, solemn)]
***
Although they teased me, saying I was rushing to find an editor even before following up on the second broadcast, I had my reasons.
The Freide channel’s subscribers had already surpassed 80,000.
Given that only one video had been uploaded, it was an overwhelming amount of attention.
And the first broadcast had 700,000 views…
It was a situation that couldn’t be ignored.
It’s only been just over three days, but at this rate, I need to hurry up with preparations.
Money isn’t the issue.
If so many people are showing interest, then I have an obligation to provide a service that matches that attention.
***
[Huh? What’s that note about?]
[Editor meeting in person? Fucking hell!]
[Wait, is Freide noona really going to meet in person?]
[Wow, damn, editor full erection mode, ehehehe]
[We’re changing from the black fool to a warrior on a white horse]
[Should I start learning video editing now?]
[Of course, she’ll make them sign an NDA, you fools.]
[That’s right, noona’s not your average noona.]
[But still, isn’t it personal to meet the editor? I’ve been watching Freide’s broadcast since the beginning, why can’t I meet her?]
[Stop writing, you fucking idiot. You really want to see that ridiculous concept again?]
[You’re already doing the second broadcast, and you’re talking about being the super fan? Fucking idiot.]
***
Rather than focusing on finding an editor, it seemed like the attention was more on meeting in person for the contract.
Well, for now, it was just a passing trend, so I decided to leave it be.
With this kind of atmosphere, pushing through with the Islamic warrior concept would be torture for everyone.
Even tightening the reins needs to be done carefully; if I get too carried away, I’ll end up burned out.
***
[Yeah, hurry up and pick an editor. Honestly, uploading the full broadcast without editing is too much.]
[Oh! It’s edited since we cut out the loading time.]
[Don’t forget the flashy effects too!]
[Wait, does that mean I have to keep watching like this until the contest is over?]
“I… I already asked a friend to help for a bit, like a part-time job…”
“Well, Da-young said she’d help for a few days.”‘
“I’ll ask her to help with the next broadcast and the contest broadcast only.”
“She said it takes at least five hours to edit a single video, so I can’t overburden Da-young, since she has her own job.”
In a dimly lit room with the fluorescent lights turned off, a woman fidgets while staring at the Birdcode chat window.
Her hair, reflecting the light from the monitor, shimmers in a soft pink hue as her body shakes with each exhale.
[But A-jin, you wrote it in the contract.]
“Th-That’s…”
The many responses she had prepared in her head collided with her emotions.
The words, unable to be spoken, were swallowed down into her throat, leaving her only stammering.
[The editing too. I need feedback, but you keep hesitating like this—how can anything move forward?]
“Ah… it’s not hesitation…”
[Sigh, if this keeps going, I’m going to have a hard time. I think we need some time to think.]
The tone of the voice felt like it had already reached a level of boredom.
“Ah, I know. They’re probably going to tell me to quit being an editor.”
When they mentioned taking some time, it was probably an excuse to buy time while finding a new editor.
“Until they find someone else, they’re just going to use me, and once the new editor is in place, I’ll be discarded.”
***
“Good… good luck…”
[The other party has left the chat.]
“Without even saying goodbye, they just left, and a sense of humiliation surged from the depths of her heart.”
In the dark room, where only the notification on the monitor was visible, her fingers, already familiar with the motion, grabbed a snack from the desk and put it into her mouth.
“…Just wait.”
As her anger simmered, she crushed the snack with her teeth.
With the person responsible for making her this angry lingering in her mind, she clenched her jaw, imagining the crushed snack as their face.
“When I get my strength back… I’ll make them regret this.”
‘Since I couldn’t vent my frustration on the person, I had to take it out on the snacks—how pathetic.’
However, the anger soon melted away in the delicious taste of the snacks, leaving behind only a feeling of emptiness and sadness.
She curled her legs up to her chest, embracing them, and could only mumble in sorrow.
“That bastard. Where can I find an editor as good as me?”
‘Ah, if only I could’ve said that when I spoke to him earlier.”
My self-esteem, which had already been scraped low due to communication issues, had now been shattered to the core.
‘It’s not like I’m bad at editing.’
‘This wasn’t even my original personality.’
I just ended up like this after returning from the other side.
“Why do I have to suffer like this?”
“Ha.”
I groaned in self-loathing for a few minutes.
Once I calmed down with a deep sigh, I scolded myself for cheap emotional venting and opened up the Soul Warfare gallery.
Editing game streams had become my primary focus lately, and I had settled into the routine of hanging out on these gaming communities.
Since I wasn’t the type to browse every post, I switched to the “Concept Posts” tab.
[General] This is definitely going to be the end for those who call Friede’s eyes ‘pockmarked.’]
[General] I tried drawing a rough outline of Friede’s face from some of the revealed footage.]
[General] So Soul Warfare was an assassination game, huh?]
[General] I was wondering what kind of concept the Islamic warrior would be.]
‘Ah… I forgot about today’s stream of Friede.’
In just three hours, over 6,000 viewers had joined her channel—an absolute rising star.
Her name had been popping up a lot lately, as I had been working on editing streams for other streamers.
I had been drawn in by the hype and watched a few of her videos on YouTube.
The editing was a mess, but the streamer’s specs were so good that everything still looked appealing.
[General] So Soul Warfare was an assassination game, huh?]
Posted by: á„‹á„‹
I’ve never seen someone wall-climb with Soul Warfare before. Is that a strategy?
[ᄋᄋ: It’s like an arcade game, I thought.]
[ᄋᄋ: If you play like that, it can force the enemy’s shotgun shot.]
[á„‹á„‹: So the assassination concept actually works in Soul Warfare.]
[ᄂᄂ: That’s a play only Friede could pull off.]
[General] I was wondering what kind of concept the Islamic warrior would be.]
Posted by: á„‚á„‚
She just assassinates anyone who tries to climb the walls.
Friede’s team is laughing, and the enemies are in a maze.
This bitch’s moves are crazy, but she’s so good at them, I can’t even hate.
At this point, I’m just confused.
[ᄋᄋ: It’s not an Islamic warrior, it’s an assassin. Ha ha ha.]
[ᄆᄆ: I didn’t even know wall-climbing was possible in that game.]
[ᄋᄋ: Didn’t they try wall climbing before, but it was deemed impractical?]
[ᄋᄋ: This requires real-life rock climbing skills, so it’s hard to pull off in the game.]
[á„‹á„‹: How is Friede doing it?]
[á„‹á„‹: She even carries the broken joystick. Should I be surprised anymore?]
Watching the clips attached to various posts made me genuinely impressed.
The flashy technical fights were exciting, but the repeated escape attacks were refreshing.
If they just worked on the camera angles and direction, it would look amazing.
The editor in charge of that streamer’s videos is probably living the dream.
Those types of clips would be so satisfying to edit.
Well, it was none of my business as a low-level editor, so I just pouted.
[General] So this means Friede can shut down all those “pockmarked eyes” comments, right?]
Posted by: Pepe
Look at that flowing blonde hair, smooth neck, and sharp jawline.
Can this be linked to the “pockmarked eyes” nonsense?
Damn, her veins are looking huge!
[ᄋᄋ: Honestly, I’m looking forward to it.]
[á„‹á„‹: With just that, I bet some of the hardcore fans are already swooning.]
[ᄋᄋ: Isn’t this the same guy who only follows Friede?]
[Chaebol’s Relative: Is she famous? I don’t know, I haven’t been around for a while].
[ᄋᄋ: He’s just another fanboy who chases after Friede. Ha ha ha.]
[General] I tried drawing a rough outline of Friede’s face from some of the revealed footage.]
Posted by: Chaebol’s Relative
I used a character design tool to draw it.
It’s a bit lacking in detail since only parts of her face were shown, but with that jawline, she’s definitely a knockout.
Bok-Bok and Gyu-Gyu: Damn, you’re insane. When’s the completed version coming out?
[Chaebol’s Relative: There won’t be a completed version. She never reveals her full face.]
[á„‹á„‹: Honestly, what if her face has pimples or her eyes are too squinty?]
[á„…á„…: Do you really think her face would be ruined like that?]
[á„‹á„‹: Are you hoping for that?]
My eyes caught a post titled “FriedeStreamer Editing Contest” as I refreshed the page.
‘…What?!’
I opened my mouth, trying to say something, but I bit my tongue instead.
Unable to make a sound, I could only squeeze my eyes shut and stomp my feet in frustration.