That night, Seunghoon lay on his bed, the glow of his phone screen casted soft shadows across the ceiling of his room. His blanket was pulled up to his chest, but his body remained still, not quite ready to sleep.
For the first ti since days, he wasn't playing late at night. Instead, he was lying down. Thinking. Not about the ga they played or the ga but streaming.
That word wouldn't leave his head.
He tapped the search bar and typed "Rise of Legends strear Korea".
Dozens of results ca up instantly. There were clips from Tube, Litch, Liklok. Even newer platforms he hadn't heard of before ca up.
There were thumbnails of strears mid-ga, their caras placed neatly in the corner, chat flying at the side of the screen with hearts, laughing emojis, and reactions to every single thing they say.
He clicked on the first recomnded channel to watch on his screen.
The screen loaded with a delay. The mont it ca through, he was t with bright overlays and a smooth-talking guy in a headset reacting to a jungle invasion.
"Yo! What are they doing? They're three levels behind—wait, hold up, hold up! Chat, you seeing this?!"
The screen cut to a team fight that the strear managed to turn around with perfect positioning and reaction.
The chat blew up:
[Jinxie22]: HE'S TOO CLEAN WTF
[DopaFan]: Jungle diff LOL
[Minzzang]: Bro read that like a script fr
[RiceRoll]: Clip that clip that clip that—
Seunghoon blinked slowly as he watched the comnts loaded in the steam.
It was different from what he rembered. Sure, there were strears in his ti too, but it wasn't like this. Not this alive. Not this interactive.
He scrolled down and saw the numbers.
32,000 viewers.
There's even a verified badge on the side.
At the corner of the stream, there's a donation goal. And just as he was about to exit, soone had just sent the stream 100,000 won.
"...Damn."
He clicked out and tried another one.
This ti it was a girl. Her screen was full of pastel overlays, her voice cheerful and expressive.
She wasn't even playing ranked. Just a casual match, joking with friends and answering chat questions.
And yet, she had 10,000 live viewers.
Seunghoon shifted onto his side, elbow propped under his pillow as he kept scrolling. He scrolled through more nas and more channels. So faces were familiar. There were forr pros he rembered seeing years ago now sitting comfortably in front of their setup, coaching viewers and breaking down replays.
Others were newer.
So didn't even play ranked at all. They just entertained the viewers while playing casually, and people loved them for it.
He went deeper. One link led to another. He watched so clips, compilations, and montages on Tube
The titles scread things like:
"TOP 1 KARIO SHOWS WHY HE'S KING"
"I TRIED SERYN AND THIS HAPPENED"
"MY TEAM FLAD , THEN I 1v5'D"
He caught himself smiling at the title. They looked pretty obvious and cliché, but sohow, there were a lot of people who watched them.
Even here, people loved a good coback story.
Eventually, he found himself watching a compilation titled:
"BEST MIDLANERS YOU NEED TO WATCH IN 2025"
The first one was Ravn. Then PLuto. NightJay. Fysol. All familiar nas from the current leaderboard.
But as the video played, a strange thought settled in his chest.
'I could do better than so of these." He wasn't arrogant. It was just a strange thought that passed through his mind.
Seunghoon continue to watch more. He watched so of the popular strear's plays, their decisions, and how they interact with the people watching their stream.
The longer he watched, the more his thoughts began to drift.
It wasn't just about the gaplay anymore.
These strears weren't just players. They were personalities. Entertainers. People who turned solo matches into shows and ranked gas into shared experiences. T
hey made others feel like they were part of sothing—even if they were just watching from behind a screen.
Seunghoon clicked on another stream, this ti from a smaller channel. The strear had about 100 viewers. Their cara was of low quality. The lighting in their room was dim. Their mic wasn't even that clear.
But they were having fun.
Just playing a few gas, reading comnts out loud, and talking to whoever showed up.
Seunghoon leaned back on his pillow. His thumb hovered over the pause button, but he didn't press it. He just watched.
The guy on the screen was far from perfect. He misclicked a few tis, got caught out once or twice, but the chat didn't fla him. They teased him, joked with him, even cheered him on.
And he laughed along.
It felt warm. It felt simple.
Seunghoon looked down at his own hands.
Could I do this?
The question echoed in his mind, louder than he expected.
Streaming had never crossed his mind before. Not seriously, at least.
In his past life, it was always about the pro scene—scrims, coaches, bootcamps. Streaming was just sothing players did on the side.
Now it was different.
Now it was a world in itself.
He pulled the blanket higher to his chest, his eyes drifting to the ceiling again.
Could I actually stream?
Would people watch ?
Would they listen to talk about the ga? Care about my playstyle?
He wasn't sure.
He didn't even know where to start.
[Ding!]
[Bonus Mission Triggered!]
[Loading...]
Seunghoon frowned.
[New Mission:]
- Create a strear account on any platform.
- Begin your first live broadcast.
- Reach a total of 10 concurrent viewers.
[Reward: A complete set of entry-level streaming equipnt. (Webcam, Mic, Capture-ready Software) It will be in good quality. Not the best, but enough to get started.]
"Huh?" Seunghoon stared at the floating words in front of him in disbelief.
[A New Set of Missions Will Automatically Appear Once the Current List Is Accomplished.]
[Don't worry, Host! Better rewards and equipnt will be waiting for you!]
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