I Became the Eldest Daughter of 10 Siblings

A dreamy floating sensation and a blurry vision like a worm crawling. I could tell instinctively.
A dream. I’m in a dream right now.
And a very strange dream at that.
I’m standing on what looks like a stage. The audience seats are packed with spectators watching me with interested faces.
A thousand, two thousand? Anyway, there are a lot.
But what’s the situation right now?
Looking to the side, I see stage props set up.
Three different doors.
The door on the left has a male pictogram drawn on it. In contrast, the door on the right has a flower drawn on it. A white flower that looks like a lily at first glance.
The middle door is what piques my curiosity the most. A pitch-black door with nothing drawn on it.
The host holding a cue sheet spoke.
“Dear viewers. Please pay attention now. Han Yujin will choose one of these three doors to enter. Now, what will Han Yujin’s choice be!”
Is this that famous Monty Hall problem or something?
Anyway,
Like a professional broadcaster, I decided to test the audience.
When I lightly pointed to the left door with my finger, cheers and jeers mixed from the audience. Then when I pointed to the right door, again half cheers and half jeers mixed.
This time when I pointed to the middle door, a heavy silence fell over the audience.
Unable to stand it anymore, I shouted.
“What do you want me to do!”
Silence. No answer came back.
As if pressed for time, the host who kept looking at the second hand of his wristwatch coughed dryly as if disappointed.
“We apologize to our viewers. It seems we have to end today’s show as our broadcast time is up.”
The curtain slowly started coming down from above. The indignant audience threw all sorts of trash onto the stage.
Staring blankly at the descending curtain,
I woke up from my sleep.

I opened my eyes to the sound of the alarm. The wake-up bugle sound was piercing as if it was tearing my eardrums.
“…Ah, fck.”
Swear words involuntarily popped out of my mouth. I turned off the alarm with fumbling hands and sat on the edge of the bed.
A sigh like cigarette smoke naturally comes out.
How many hours did I sleep today? Let’s see. Three hours after turning off the broadcast, two hours after delivering newspapers.
…I slept for five hours.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. It was so cold that my hands were freezing, but the drowsy look doesn’t go away at all, like a lingering ghost.
Am I really going to die from overwork at this rate?
While I was wiping off the water with a dry towel.
The doorbell rang at the front door.
When I opened the door, two men with cameras were standing there. It was PD Kim Hwachang.
“Hello?”
“…What brings you here?”
“Man, what do you mean what brings me here! Did you already forget we were supposed to start filming today?”
“Ah.”
Look at my mind. Today was the start of filming for , right.
Maybe because I’ve been living so busy lately without a moment to spare, I have no concept of dates at all. Looking at my phone, today was November 1st.
Kim Hwachang raised the corners of his mouth and said,
“Let me introduce you. This is Director Na Seongcheol.”
I bowed my head lightly in greeting. Director Na Seongcheol, who was filming me through the viewfinder, waved his hand.
“Do you usually start by shoving cameras in like this?”
“No. Usually, we don’t film for 2-3 days. We should start after the power struggle is over.”
I tilted my head and asked.
“What power struggle?”
“The power struggle between the production team and the cast. It’s not like we’re actually hitting each other, but at first, the cast is overly conscious of the camera, so natural appearances don’t come out at all. Then the filming is wasted. Look at that, that.”
Kim Hwachang pointed at Han Sejin coming down from the second floor.
Han Sejin’s face is glowing from early in the morning. She’s already applied foundation and styled her hair elaborately with a curling iron.
“Good morning, PD-nim! Director-nim!”
Han Sejin did a crisp folder greeting like a newly debuted rookie idol.
“Yes, good morning. ……Do you see?”
Kim Hwachang covered his mouth and whispered quietly.
“If it’s like this, it feels artificial and loses steam. Serious filming starts when the cast is somewhat unaware of the camera.”
“I understand what you mean.”
Kim Hwachang suddenly stared at my face.
“By the way, why do you look so dead? Your eyes are half gone.”
“…Because of the broadcast.”
“Right. You did the Black Souls broadcast yesterday, come to think of it. I watched until you caught the dark spirit and then went to sleep.”
Remembering what happened after that, my already stiff face became even more sullen.
Yesterday, I killed Blue Hair who invaded as a dark spirit.
But this bastard, whether he’s lost his mind or not, kept invading endlessly like a jester. Of course, I kept killing him every time he came.
No matter how much of an expert that guy was in , he couldn’t beat me who had poured in much more time in my previous life.
Later, when he couldn’t do anything else, he even brought his underlings to invade as a group to interfere with my progress.
In the end, I couldn’t progress much and ended the stream.
Well, that guy was famous in my previous life too.
For being stubborn.
When the scam coin gate incident broke out, that guy alone refused to apologize to the end as if he had a screw in his neck, and went down to hell alone.
“You said you’re going to be the first to clear Black Souls, right?”
“Yes.”
Kim Hwachang let out a hollow laugh.
“Is it possible?”
“It’s possible for me.”
“Well, Han Yujin has never failed so far.”
Blue Hair has probably progressed to the middle by now, right?
If so, I still had plenty of room. Because I could clear it in a day if necessary. Even less than four hours if I use glitches, which are bug-like plays.
I had to take the title of ‘First Domestic Black Souls Clear User’ that he so desperately wanted.
If not, that trash personality bastard would get all puffed up and strut around. I couldn’t bear to see that until the day I die.
As I was thinking, a flame of anger flared up.
“…Fcking bastard.”
“Why are you swearing in the morning? Is it tough these days?”
“I hope you live long and prosper, PD-nim.”
Kim Hwachang made an expression as if asking who’s worrying about whom.
“Well, well. Don’t worry about others’ hair partings, I’m most worried about you. It’s written in big letters on your face that you look like you might collapse and die even today.”
…Am I that bad?
Well, since becoming a woman, it’s been a constant cycle of work-food-sleep, work-food-sleep. I wish I had an airplane mode I could press right now and lie down to rest without worries.
“Anyway, come in.”
When I went to the kitchen, everyone except the quadruplets was eating. They all throw a word each in surprise when they see Kim Hwachang holding a camera.
“Oh, are you already filming?”
“I haven’t washed up yet.”
“Ah, this is really dirty while we’re eating.”
“What can we do about it?”
I offered Kim Hwachang a meal.
“Have you had breakfast? If not, let’s eat together.”
“Is that okay?”
“Yes. Meal fee 10,000 won.”
Then the thin smile lingering on Kim Hwachang’s lips disappears.
“Do I look like money to you?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t eat.”
“It’s a joke. Please eat.”
I skipped the meal and checked KakaoTalk first.
There was a message from an unexpected person.
[Dennis Choi: Hello HaYoo-nim^^]
[Dennis Choi: Twimer manager]
[Dennis Choi: I’m Dennis Choi]
[Dennis Choi: I enjoyed watching your Black Souls broadcast!]
[Dennis Choi: It’s nothing much but]
[Dennis Choi: I wanted to cautiously recommend a streamer who I think would have good chemistry if they collaborated with HaYoo-nim]
[Dennis Choi: It’s a streamer called Yuming. A streamer who’s rising recently…]

An out-of-the-blue collaboration suggestion message.
There’s nothing particularly strange about it, but it feels very suspicious.
I don’t know who this streamer Yuming is, and I don’t have any plans to collaborate with anyone yet, so I sent a perfunctory rejection reply.
As I was closing my eyes for a moment with my hand on my chest, Kim Hwachang spoke up.
“Hey, Han Yujin. Introduce your family members. For Monday’s broadcast.”
I slowly looked around at my siblings’ faces.
I stood up and approached Han Sejun.
“This is No. 2, Han Sejun. He’s a high school senior with no academic ability, so he’s already ruined his college entrance exam. He’s also going to become an SCV of the Han family like me soon.”
“Ah, noona! Why are you saying that!”
“Then do you want to go to the military first?”
“…No.”
Next, I lightly pressed on Han Sejin’s shoulder.
“This is No. 3, Han Sejin. She’s an idol trainee who will debut soon. Viewers, please open your wallets when she debuts. You know about mass streaming, right?”
“Aaaah, no! No! Unnie, you shouldn’t say such things carelessly!”
Han Sejin waved her hands vigorously.
Ignoring that, I pointed to Han Sieun.
“This is No. 4, Han Sieun. She’s cool and prickly on the outside, but very delicate inside. She studies well, does housework well, and is good with her hands, so she’s the number one bride material.”
Han Sieun smiled faintly without answering.
“This is No. 5, Han Suho. He’s the best at pretending to be tough but also the biggest crybaby loser. What was your dream again?”
“I’ve told you many times, it’s to be a writer!”
“Ah, right.”
Lastly, I stretched Han Sumin’s cheeks.
“This is No. 6, Han Sumin. She’s twins with No. 5, and a typical sarcastic type. She says she’ll become a rock star later or something. She still can’t play guitar better than me though.”
“What are you talking about? I play better than you now.”
I put my hands on my waist and stretched.
“Is that enough now?”
Kim Hwachang shook his head at my words.
“There’s still one left.”
“Who? The youngest ones? They’ll come down all together soon, so let’s do it then.”
“…No.”
Kim Hwachang pointed at me with his chopsticks.
“You.”

Me?
“What people are most curious about is No. 1, Han Yujin. Introduce yourself, the main character.”
Everyone’s gaze shot at me like arrows. I rubbed my face with my hands, fumbling.
Suddenly,
I feel like I’ve lost track of who I am, even to myself, for some time now. I swallowed the words that were about to come out, then tried to spit them out again, only to swallow them back, repeating this process.
Who am I, you ask?
I am…
Just as I was moving my lips without speaking, a call came from an unknown number.
After hesitating for a moment, I answered the phone.
“Hello?”
A moment of silence.
─…Han Yujin?
It was a voice I knew.
“Yes, speak.”
─I’d like to talk in person.
It was Jung Suhyuk.