Chapter 60

EP.60 The Berserker Deeply Ensnared in a Misconception

In a room unnecessarily spacious for living alone,

a man was sitting in front of the computer.

The hands that had been typing on the keyboard had come to a complete stop at some point.

The man, holding his aching head, thought to himself.

He had changed.

He had changed.

What had changed?

Perhaps everything.

No, it was definitely everything.

From start to finish, everything had changed.

Was he the only one who had noticed this?

The chat window of the ongoing broadcast seemed to be acutely aware of the changes as well.

It was only natural for complaints to pour out.

[ Host… The taste has changed… ]

[ Is it spoiled? ]

[ Why are you pretending not to know after going through all the trouble to meet? ]

[ This round’s host is just mindlessly rushing in like a one-trick pony. ]

[ You’re not a berserker, but just a neighborhood fool. ]

[ Ahaha, you’re just trying to get away with sexual harassment as usual. ]

[ If you keep this up, you’ll get NTR’d by Geuntae. ]

[ Ah, what a joke. A rootless witch is right there, and you’re just standing there. ]

[ I get it, you’re a one-time protagonist who’s going to get NTR’d by Geuntae. ]

[ Every time you meet, you cry about wanting to touch her belly button so passionately. Why have you changed so much? ]

[ Ahaha, you’re not a netcam anymore, you’re just a madman. ]

[ Do you have any real women to sue you? ]

[ If you were going to get sued, it would have happened a long time ago, you idiot. ]

[ Is this chat window just filled with people who have no life? ]

[ Did you eat the berserker, Kim Sanghyun? ]

[ Kim Sanghyun killed the berserker and is pretending to be him… ]

This was the reason for the man’s, or rather Sanghyun’s, headache.

Due to the nature of his job, he had no choice but to live in close proximity with his viewers.

And even after several years of enduring their relentless actions, this situation was still enough to make him feel dizzy.

『 Kimnapgi’s Kim is Kim Sanghyun has donated 5,000 won!

If the saint was there at the gathering, does that mean she looks like she’s asking for sexual harassment in real life too? 』

Sanghyun didn’t respond and instead pressed the permanent ban button.

What the hell is wrong with this guy?

After nearly eight years of broadcasting, it was extremely rare for someone who valued his viewers so much to do something like this.

Trying to guess how the news of the gathering and the meeting had leaked out was too much for his aching head.

After days of preparing and hosting the event, and even sharing drinks with the woman who attended, what exactly did these crazy people want from him?

He didn’t let those words slip out.

Since he himself had created this kind of broadcast atmosphere, he had no right to complain, even if he had ten mouths.

With a bit of regret for the past and frustration at the viewers who couldn’t understand his feelings,

he said,

“Everyone, get out.”

No, I should be the one to leave.

If the temple is disliked, the monk should leave.

“Bastards! Bastards! Bastards!”

The last chat message he saw was, ‘Looks like the saint was pretty if this guy is having a fit.’

Pretty?

If her appearance was only that beautiful, he wouldn’t be feeling so conflicted.

He pressed his furrowed brows.

Closing his eyes, the events of last night began to replay in his mind.

The saint.

There was a saint.

…In real life.

Thinking calmly now, it was the opposite.

The character with the nickname ‘saint’ must have been created based on her real-life appearance.

But he only realized this after seeing her in person.

Who could have imagined?

Who could have possibly imagined it?

She was so beautiful and pure that it made you want to drag her down and soil her, which was why he had spewed low remarks for nearly a decade, never imagining that this was her actual appearance.

Reflecting on his own character,

he thought he was the type who never regretted anything.

His personality was fully formed.

He appeared reckless and unintelligent on the surface, but it was all a carefully calculated act.

He was meticulous in small details and avoided situations that could lead to regret.

“Bullshit.”

If he could, he would ask his past self, who was typing such hateful comments in the game,

Why did you do that?

His past self would probably respond,

Fuck off. What can I do if I don’t like it?

…

A neat but almost violently attractive figure kept appearing in his mind.

Tight pants that clearly outlined her legs, a white T-shirt that seemed ready to burst.

It was a struggle to keep his gaze from drifting downward.

What about her face?

She was so beautiful that he couldn’t even meet her eyes,

and it was exactly the same as her in-game avatar, but with a crucial difference.

She exuded vitality.

When the smooth doll-like face from the screen gained the vitality of the real-life saint,

her clear eyes, straight nose, and kind curved lips, and the entire face, became so beautiful that he couldn’t look away.

…

So, this person had been doing those things in the game for ten years?

It was an unbelievable story.

He wanted to believe that someone else had taken her place,

but her extremely saint-like appearance held him back from that thought.

So, he could only stare blankly at her, flushed with alcohol.

He had always thought he preferred demure women, but he never imagined a woman who acted so provocatively could be so beautiful.

When he didn’t pour her more drinks because she seemed to have had too much,

she pouted and acted coy, leaving him defenseless.

Sanghyun couldn’t take his eyes off her during the drinking session.

Calling it observation would sound too obsessive, so let’s just say his eyes were drawn to her.

At some point, she took out her phone to check the time.

It was an old model, out of place.

Did she have another appointment? He remembered feeling restless, as if she would disappear like Cinderella at midnight.

He hated being pressured to drink, but when she did it, he felt it was a once-in-a-lifetime honor.

It seemed everyone else felt the same way.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have accepted her drinks so readily.

Sanghyun was grateful for the first time in his life that he could hold his liquor.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the saint, who was drinking soya like it was a box of beer.

She really could drink, despite her figure.

He was half worried and half excited about what would happen when she got drunk, but the saint never showed her drunk side.

As time passed, a light flush covered her face, making her even more beautiful.

When she had already finished her tenth bottle of soya,

Sanghyun, who had been struggling to look away from her beautiful yet seductive face, noticed something.

At first, he thought he was seeing things.

There was a clear scar on her thin, white wrist.

It was covered by a gold bracelet, but it was definitely a self-harm scar.

He felt conflicted.

She had arrived at the gathering with a bright smile, livening up the atmosphere,

and in the game, she had done those strange things,

so he never imagined she would hurt herself.

What had happened to her?

Swallowing a lump in his throat, the saint smiled and poured him a drink.

To Sanghyun, it felt like a gesture asking him to ignore it.

Seeing her as someone with emotional wounds, he began to notice strange things about her.

She ate too much.

Not just alcohol, but food in general.

It was hard to imagine how she maintained her figure.

While he was worried about the meat he was grilling for her, he remembered what she had said when she first tried the meat.

She had said it was much better than dog food.

At first, he didn’t understand,

but then he realized she must have lived a life where she had to eat dog food because she had no money.

It was enough to make his eyes well up.

Sanghyun’s speculations about her didn’t stop.

The scar on her wrist,

the old-fashioned phone,

the life where she had to eat dog food,

all these pieces were fitting together in his mind to form her life story.

The climax came

at the scene under the eaves.

The gathering continued despite the unexpected rain, and the saint really could drink.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face, worried she might make a mistake when drunk,

and found her being harassed.

At that moment, Sanghyun realized for the first time that he could get so angry.

It was shocking to him, who thought his in-game persona and real-life self were completely opposite.

As he moved to start a fight, a hand grabbed his collar, and his anger surprisingly subsided.

It was because of the puzzled look in her eyes when they met again.

A look that seemed to say she didn’t understand his actions.

To Sanghyun, it felt like she was asking,

Do you have the right to be angry?

Of course, he didn’t.

Although it was just an online incident, he had just done something that could be considered serious harassment.

At that point, he regretted the past ten years of his life.

But without showing it, he tried to comfort her, who was surely shocked and hurt.

Ironically, he was