The Divine Genius’s Game Broadcasting Chapter 236

Episode 236 – Give & Take (1)

Even though it was late, Yatterman's broadcast continued, and Park Joo-ho continued to monitor the broadcast.

“Hey, this is really too much… … !”

I couldn't understand the meaning of the words, but it wasn't difficult to figure out just by looking at the situation.

He pressed himself against the wall with a troubled voice. He could not help but groan at the attack by numerous outlaws and gang affiliations.

“I died again!”

“You came at me from the side? You’re such a coward!”

“No, no, no, isn’t there a lot of them for a special forces unit?”

“Eww! Help me! Lightemon!”

Despite his several deaths, his broadcast tension did not drop. Viewers also burst into laughter at his lively re-challenge.

-What is Lightemon?wwww

-But you're getting used to it, right?

-If you die like this, you can't help but get used to itwww

-This guy has amazing mental strengthwww

In the end, we were able to stop the special forces without giving up, but there was another problem.

“A Gatling gun? Is that real? … Hey, this isn’t a joke!”

He asked the viewers with a bewildered face.

“Wait a minute, how did Purple clear this place!?”

-They captured him alive.

-Huh? Really?

-Are you planning on following Yattamanwww?

-Eh-? Lies! Capturing this alive is absolutely impossible!

-Yattaman pinches again!

Some viewers' reports shocked others, as well as Yatterman himself.

“Wow, Purple-sama is beyond my imagination! But that’s why it’s worth chasing after her!”

But the viewers couldn't stop laughing at the sight of him regaining his motivation.

-I came outwww Comic book-like lineswwww

-Yattaman is a person who gets excited when things get difficult in another sense. www

-Oh my, 10 more hours of playtime?

-I'm going to make yakisobawwww

But apart from his motivation, he didn't see any breakthrough. While he was concentrating on it, he reached his target of 30 minutes.

“Huh? What? A cutscene all of a sudden?”

Yatterman was confused, but focused on the cutscene for now.

The reinforcements rushed behind him as he spread the net. The outlaws raised their voices.

“Federal Marshals!”

“Damn, the detectives are coming too!”

“Big guy! Turn the Gatling gun around!”

As soon as Johnny turned the muzzle of his Gatling gun back, the outlaws hastily retreated from the line of fire.

“Show me the Big Guy’s Big Gun.”

Johnny raised the corners of his mouth and pulled the trigger. The Gatling gun spun furiously, knocking down horses and support troops along its path.

-Wow… …This is no match for me!?

-Of course, because it's a weapon of war. Don't you know that? Are you an idiot?!

-Ah, is this a bad ending?

Nearly half of them died. Johnny laughed, seemingly pleased with the outcome.

“Oh, shit! I’m out of bullets! The rest is up to you!”

But that soon stopped. Johnny screamed and jumped down.

“Big guy!?”

“Where are you going!?”

The other outlaws were shocked, but Big Guy just ran away.

-This is a completely different development from the Purple broadcast.

-That's the difference between a happy ending and a bad ending, right? They absolutely have to be different.

-Ah, it's become hard to watch the show. What can I do when I know there's a better ending?

The viewers, as well as Yatterman, were shocked by the result.

And then, as if it had been waiting, a chat in Korean appeared.

-Ah haha I was hoping but it turned out to be different?

-With these skills, how can you beat up a god player? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

-Isn't the idea that Korea is trying to beat Japan in a game a problem?

-There was a reason why Gotple wasn't worried at all, right? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

-Don't even think about sticking a straw in Godple with this kind of skill, seriously ㅋㅋㅋ

This was the type of person that Park Joo-ho was worried about.

At the appearance of malicious viewers, he clicked his tongue briefly and confirmed their IDs.

'Of course it exists.'

And the result of comparing the chat logs left in Lee Kyung-bok's broadcast.

-Ugh! I'm really fu*king tired!

-Wow lol I'm watching Godple broadcast because of this taste!

-F*ck, I can't believe it even after seeing it with my own eyes

-Our type should be designated as an intangible cultural asset ㅋㅋㅋ

On Lee Kyung-bok's broadcast, they seemed like ordinary people who cheered for Lee Kyung-bok and admired his play like any other fan.

'It's unfortunate, though.'

Park Joo-ho felt bitter at that duality, but soon cooled down.

He put the IDs of malicious viewers on a banned list. Now they would never be able to enter Lee Kyung-bok's broadcast again.

But that didn't solve the problem.

-Korean? What are you saying?

-Wow… …You’re cursing Yatterman right now?

-You're comparing Purple and Yatterman's skills and looking down on them!

-Ugh, that's serious.

-Purple's viewers are not perfect

When some viewers who know Korean relayed the message, public opinion in the chat room turned hostile.

'A fast makes a fast happen,' is what they say about this situation.

This was exactly the problem that Park Joo-ho was worried about.

The bad image of some malicious viewers may be transferred to Lee Kyung-bok.

'I guess I have to be satisfied with the fact that the number is smaller than expected… … '

There was no way he could cope here, but then there was a chat that caught his eye.

-Those guys don't represent Purple's viewers!

-People who know Korean, can't you read the air in Purple Broadcasting?

Although the chat was in Japanese, the owner of the ID was in Korean.

'God bless you, our country! Long live our country.'

It wasn't that he remembered the ID because it was long. Park Joo-ho actually knew the owner of the ID.

'This is… … Mr. Cho, isn't it?'

Soon he understood the situation.

'Well, he says with his own mouth that he likes nationalism, so of course they'll monitor it.'

Given Cho Dae-han's personality, it was inevitable that he would be interested. Furthermore, he took the lead in actively protecting Lee Gyeong-bok's image.

'I guess I'll have to try and translate it roughly.'

Park Joo-ho copied his chat, checked the contents with Qgle Translation, and laughed.

-What? Some kind of far-right monkey?

-Oh, there are people like this in Korea and Japan.

-I brought yakisoba, what happened?

-Yakisobaman www burst out www

-Purple, it must be hard for you to deal with these people.

The viewers understood the situation thanks to Cho Dae-han's active defense. And so did Yatterman.

“Hey, if you like Purple, stop doing this! It’s not perfect to belittle other people’s efforts!”

He kicked the rabble rousers off the airwaves and rekindled his enthusiasm.

“If it were you, Purple, you wouldn’t give up in this situation! Capture the Big Guy! You’ll make it look like you’ve succeeded!”

-No, no, Purple-nim, I told you it wouldn't even come to this point.

-Cheer up! Yattaman!

-Wow? Yakisoba is super tasty!? This is dangerous!

-Stop eating and watch the broadcastwww

-Ah, if I look any further, it's dangerous to go to workwww I want to keep watching Yattamanwwww

The atmosphere of the broadcast returned. It was thanks to Jo Dae-han's quick response.

'As expected from a global communications manager.'

Park Joo-ho smiled faintly at this.

* * *

The next day, early afternoon.

Team Perfect Meeting.

Cho Dae-han reported yesterday's situation.

“… … After 9 long hours and 62 attempts, Yatterman captured Johnny.”

He played the clip he had prepared.

In the video, Yatterman carefully crawls between the corpses following the Gatling gun pattern, repeatedly moving forward and stopping, and eventually succeeds in approaching.

“Wow, crawling at that speed? They’re somehow finding a way to catch up. That’s really amazing, really amazing.”

When Choi Byeong-hun let out a sigh, Lee Gyeong-bok also nodded his head.

“With this level of perseverance and mental strength, you’ll be able to succeed at anything you do.”

“Okay. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Cho.”

Soon, Park Joo-ho cleared his throat and turned his attention.

“That concludes the Yattaman-related matters, and the next agenda item is this. As you can see from the fact that I uploaded it in advance via chat, we need to decide on a standard for ‘gifts’.”

It was something that had been discussed as an agenda item in the chat room in advance.

Choi Byeong-hun raised his hand first.

“First of all, I’m against the food type. This is really hard to deal with. I’ve heard a lot of stories about it.”

"why?"

“First of all, the possibility of food tampering is a problem, but this is a really rare case. The problem is that it is too ‘easy’ a gift.”

Choi Byeong-hun shook his head.

“Not only ready-made products, but also handmade products don’t take that long to prepare. So if we allow this, we’ll get a lot of really good ones, right? But food storage is another problem.”

“Oh, that’s right. There’s a limit to how much you can eliminate by eating.”

“That’s right! And if Kyungbok is that popular, the amount will be huge. In the end, he won’t be able to eat it and it will be eaten right away. If that happens, both the fans who give it and the receiver will feel bad.”

Park Joo-ho immediately agreed with those words.

“I think the same. And if you eat something wrong and get sick, that’s also a problem.”

“Well, I have to manage my diet, but it’s a bit difficult to be picky.”

When Lee Kyung-bok agreed, Park Joo-ho immediately moved on.

“Then let’s skip the food. There are also people who make props or draw pictures.”

“Oh? Really?”

“There are fan art boards on fan pages and Fuzzy Day fan cafes, so you can send them there, but we need to set standards for props.”

Park Joo-ho then showed an example of a figure he had seen while organizing his emails yesterday.

“Wow, what is this? It’s so high quality.”

“Wow… Did you make this yourself?”

Choi Byeong-hun and Jo Dae-han opened their eyes wide as soon as they saw that.

“Golden Hand fans are really rare, the details are crazy, really.”

“What I mean is, you could probably sell it right now, right? No, if you did, I would have bought it.”

Lee Kyung-bok laughed at that reaction. It was definitely a work that would do that.

'You're going to do this for me.'

But when I think about the effort that went into making it as good as its quality, I feel even greater joy.

That feeling grew even stronger after seeing the contents of the email that was made public.

“Oh? You even took care of not exposing my address?”

“This person is truly a true fan among true fans.”

“Should I really take this?”

Park Joo-ho nodded at Lee Kyung-bok’s answer.

“Then, should I just select only the gifts that have this much effort put into them and the emails that agree to a method of receiving them without exposing the address?”

“Let’s do that for now. I don’t think it would be polite to refuse this.”

“Okay. Then reply to this email saying you will receive it.”

Lee Kyung-bok nodded at him and rolled his eyes.

“Wait a minute… Mr. Daehan, you said you’d buy this if I sold it?”

“Yes? Oh, yes yes. Of course I’ll buy it! Are you perhaps selling it to me… …?”

When Jo Dae-han secretly showed his anticipation, Lee Gyeong-bok burst out laughing.

“No, I can’t sell this. It’s a gift, so of course I’ll keep it.”

“Then why do you ask that?”

When Choi Byeong-hun looked puzzled, he answered.

“I don’t feel comfortable just accepting gifts. So I thought about this… … ”

Soon, Lee Kyung-bok revealed the thought that had occurred to him. Everyone else nodded at him.

“Well, if that’s definitely the reason… … ”

“If that’s what you want, sir.”

“Hey, did you think that far? You really look like the boss.”

Lee Kyung-bok smiled at that reaction.

“It’s good to keep capable people close to you.”

* * *

Late afternoon, subway station.

Someone was sitting in the history cafe with a nervous expression.

'Ah, why am I shaking… … '

She moistened her dry lips with the drink. Then she looked back at the lockers located in the corner of the station.

'I was originally going to just go.'

She was the figure maker. As soon as I received the email reply, I arrived at the designated subway station and put the carefully wrapped gift in the storage box.

'But since the manager is coming, privacy won't be a problem.'

I thought I would feel at ease if I could see with my own eyes that the gift I had prepared was delivered properly.

If a problem occurred in front of him, he planned to take it back on the spot, fix it, and send it again.

'Oh? Is that you?'

Within a moment, I saw someone approaching the locker.

'I guess you are the manager.'

I had a feeling it might be, but judging by its physique, it wasn't Purple. Still, I watched it with a trembling heart.

'It opened…!'

The locker opened and he took out the gift. Fortunately, there was no problem.

The moment she felt relieved at this.

"uh?"

He didn't leave right away. Instead, he took something out and put his hand back into the locker.

I was wondering what was going on, and then the smart link started vibrating.

[This is Purple Manager.]

It was a new email.

She checked the contents right away.

[I received the gift you prepared.

Thank you for your thoughtfulness and we have left a small thank you note in your mailbox.

The password is the same.

Please check back when you have time. Thank you.]

After checking the contents, she jumped up.

'return courtesy!'

My heart was pounding.

It didn't matter what the return gift was, he was happy enough just knowing that Purple had prepared something for him.

'It was good that you waited!'

She hurried as if time would close the locker forever.

She felt the gaze of others, but it didn't matter. She arrived in front of the locker in an instant.

'What was the password? What was it?'

Suddenly her hair turned white. But she quickly remembered her password and entered it quickly.

The locker door clicked open with a beeping sound.

She pushed the door aside with a trembling heart.

“This is… … !”

She blinked as she checked the contents.

It was a small oval with a 'P' engraved on its surface, and it was clearly the mask Purple had worn during her offline broadcast.

Plus, there was even a handwritten autograph on the cheek.

'Can this really be true?'

I carefully picked up the mask and found a small postcard and a business card underneath.

She immediately picked up the postcard.

[Tha! It's purple.

Can I greet you like this?

Thank you so much for the gift you prepared.

I was worried about what to give you in return, but you made me a one-of-a-kind figurine.

I thought I should give him something that would be worthy of his name, something one of a kind.

Of course, it's nothing special compared to the figure you made, but many people asked for it during the broadcast at the time.

I thought it would be okay since I saw in the chat log that you were one of the people who wanted it.

Oh, and the business card is the manager's.

Since your skills are truly outstanding, I was wondering if we could possibly do something together if the opportunity arises.

Thank you again!

Perfect play.]

It was a postcard with Purple's signature, written by her. She looked at the back to see if there was anything else.

[PS Oh, just in case, I cleaned the mask thoroughly. You don't have to worry about hygiene!]

There was something more.

She laughed at the content, then rolled her eyes.

'What do you mean, 'together'? Are you talking about poetry?'

The first thing that came to mind was a viewer participation event. Perhaps there was a way to guarantee priority for event participation.

'But then there's no reason for you to give me your manager's business card?'

She thought about it some more, but there was no answer. But she was still happy.

'I'm the first fan to receive a collectible!'

Unexpected fan service.

'Next is Perfect Yami… …!'

She decided to put more effort into creating her next figure.