Chapter 60

‘I have no choice but to bet on my singularity.’

I hope my purification ability works on the ghost too.

“If you feel burdened, you can refuse.”

“No! I will definitely do it.”

Clyde with four black hearts was the one who would mercilessly expel me from school.

This was a matter of life and death, so I said to Ilya with a solemn expression.

“I will definitely help the professor's family. I will definitely purify the ghost.”

Then Ilya, with a faint warmth in his indifferent face, stroked my head and said,

“Okay.”

How can a demon be so affectionate?

I awkwardly rubbed the spot he had stroked.

* * *

Before meeting the ghost, I went to the abandoned annex to check my status.

I confirmed that Rainy was in the alchemy lab, so no one was in the abandoned annex.

“Status window.”

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[Teresia Squire]

Description: Lady Squire

Age: 22

Magic Level: B+

Intelligence: B

Magic Power: A (12,034/12,034)

▲

My intelligence was still B.

“Why isn’t my intelligence increasing even though I’ve been reading magic books consistently?”

I felt like a student who has been studying hard but whose grades won’t improve.

Ding!

[Throne 'Gambler' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[How do you increase intelligence in <God's Play>?]

“Completing library visits, completing lecture attendance… Ah.”

I frowned as if I had realized something.

“I’m not a first-year but a fourth-year.”

In the setting, fourth-year students take only half the number of lectures that first-year students do.

Teresia’s grades were a mess, so she attended more lectures than other students, but it was still definitely fewer than a first-year.

“Ugh.”

Looks like I’ll have to attend Professor Felix’s lecture.

‘Let’s just move on for now.’

There was something else I needed to check.

“Broadcast settings.”

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[Broadcast Settings]

Channel Name: BJ Villainess

Channel Level: Gold

Channel Rank: 98th

Donations: 6,348,700 coins

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Huh. The last time I checked, the channel rank had dropped back outside the top 100.

“When did the rank go up again?”

Ding!

[Throne 'Watch Jack’s Stream if You’re a Throne' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[Just 98th? Haha, there’s no need to compete. Haha.]

Ding!

[Throne 'Angle Blocker' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[That’s what competing means, idiot. Haha.]

This was now a familiar mess.

‘Oswald will block it.’

But instead of a blocking notification, a throne who came to cause trouble made a donation.

Ding!

[Throne 'Watch Jack’s Stream if You’re a Throne' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[Yeah~ You probably want to believe it’s competition~ 98th is nothing compared to 80th Jack’s stream~]

This is strange. Oswald usually blocks such things immediately.

But today, there was no sign of him.

‘Is he busy?’

Since it came to this, I might as well ask something I’ve been curious about.

“I have a question. If you hate this stream so much, why do you donate 10,000 coins? You could just donate 1 coin and insult me.”

But the response came in a voice.

“Well, I set it so that notifications only appear for the maximum donation. Otherwise, the stream would get messy.”

I jumped and turned my head toward the source of the voice.

‘Who is it?’

It was a stranger.

But there was something about him that reminded me of Oswald.

His hair, dyed a mix of yellow and red, and the loud accessories he wore all over his body.

He was wearing a bright yellow suit with studs that you wouldn’t find anywhere.

Oswald was extremely ruffian-like but had a strange sense of dignity.

But this man just looked like a loser.

The man winked at me.

“Hello? New darling of Oswald.”

What is this, you lunatic.

“Who are you?”

When I asked, on guard, the man greeted me with an exaggerated gesture, like Oswald did the first time we met.

“I am Chekhov, the manager of the current number one channel.”

‘Why would the manager of another channel come to me?’

As I frowned in confusion, Chekhov tried to kiss my hand, but I fiercely pushed him away.

“Tsk, don’t you know the etiquette of nobles?”

“Just get to the point.”

He observed me from all angles and responded indifferently.

“Hmm. I thought you’d be more impressive since you’ve been breaking records one after another, but you’re more ordinary than I expected.”

Ding!

[Throne '■zworld is Realworld' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[Just a one-time number one kid trying to die. Why don’t you disappear? And please stop the Ozworld cosplay.]

He seems strangely like a lower version of Oswald.

By the way, ■zworld is Realworld? I’ve seen this name before.

‘Ah, is this the throne I saw before, Ozworld is Realworld?’

The fact that the first letter is hidden suggests that, as I suspected, nicknames containing Oswald are automatically filtered.

Ding!

[Throne 'Explanationist' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[Rising channel managers always go ballistic over Oswald. Kid, you should see Ozworld in his prime.]

Ding!

[Throne 'Fact is Violence' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[He’s still breaking records, so he’s not in his prime yet, right? Haha.]

Despite the thrones’ mockery, Chekhov brought up a screen in the air.

“The story is predictable, the character relationships are predictable, and a villainess possession? The most predictable! I see, rumors that Oswald has lost his touch are true.”

He seemed to be checking my broadcast records.

‘If you want to mock Oswald, do it in front of him.’

I said with a look of disbelief.

“You’re the manager of another channel, so why are you checking my broadcast records? Is there no personal information protection law here?”

“Haha! Protection? Channel records are stored in the Akashic Records, so all managers can access them.”

“…Akashic Records?”

I knew what that was.

The Akashic Records are a higher-dimensional library containing all the records of the universe.

“So it really exists.”

Chekhov sneered.

“You really know nothing. I heard that Oswald is unkind to his own BJ, but I didn’t expect him to run things so closed off.”

Ding!

[Throne 'Cider Pass' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[Get lost, rat. Haha. Are you trying to take over another stream by mentioning the number one again?]

‘Take over?’

I silently watched Chekhov and the thrones’ conversation.

Chekhov clutched his chest as if he were hurt.

“You’re too harsh, Throne. This is all to produce quality content, as a manager of the number one channel, I’m offering my talent.”

Ding!

[Throne 'Watch Jack’s Stream if You’re a Throne' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[This stream is bound to fail. Haha. Oswald isn’t managing it at all, is he?]

“Is that so? Even the records smell like a failed stream.”

Chekhov chuckled.

“As the manager of the number one channel, I can’t help but offer a solution! Let’s see. What good skills have you accumulated…? Huh? Is this an error? Why are there so few?”

Chekhov fiddled with the screen and burst into a hollow laugh.

“[Character Verification], [Intermediate Etiquette], [Intermediate Dancing], [Riding]? Are these the only four skills you’ve really learned? I wouldn’t be this harsh even to the ‘misses’.”

‘Misses? What is he talking about?’

As I frowned, Chekhov explained.

“The current 99th place BJ Gumiho has 82 skills. BJ’s above 50th place have at least 300 skills.”

“So what’s the problem with that?”

Chekhov pounded his chest in frustration.

“Now that I’ve told you this much, you should understand, right? You’re a discarded card!”

[The thrones tilt their heads.]

I also tilted my head.

‘That doesn’t seem right.’

Chekhov kept clicking his tongue and scrolling through the screen.

“Leaving aside everything else, the story progression is the most chaotic. You haven’t even dealt with the original female lead yet? By now, you should have made her a cripple.”

“Are you crazy?”

When I reacted fiercely to his disgusting and unpleasant words, Chekhov looked genuinely surprised.

“This is obvious. Are you an ignorant person who doesn’t know the soda plot?”

I thought this man wanted to ruin or take over Oswald’s stream.

Given what the throne said about ‘take over,’ the latter was more likely.

‘He’s like Oswald, treating me as a mere tool. And he’s a very self-aware type.’

From my observations, he didn’t seem like someone who could stab Oswald in the back.

‘Then I’ll just extract information from him.’

I opened my mouth with a look of ignorance.