[TS] Starting the Broadcast

Name: Lee Kang-jun.
Age: 28.
Graduated from a 4-year university in Seoul, completed military service, and spent 1 year dedicated to job hunting.
Now a second-year working adult, being ground down in real-time at a black company, just an ordinary young person.
Yes, I’m normal.
No matter how I think about it, I’m perfectly fine.
Yet, the image of a woman reflected in the mirror doesn’t disappear.
Then is the answer that this is a dream after all?
Yes, this must be a dream.
Thinking it’s a dream, I relax and swallow.
“Keck, keck!”
It was a stupid thing to do.
The foam from brushing my teeth had terrorized my throat.
I keep coughing as if possessed.
I quickly rinse my mouth and stare intently at the mirror.
“……”
I blink my eyes and pinch my cheek.
Natural bodily reactions.
I feel them so vividly.
This is definitely not a dream.
“Crazy……”
For a moment, I feel dizzy and my vision darkens as if I’m having anemia.
I couldn’t understand what on earth was happening.
‘I went to sleep and woke up, and my precious thing is gone and I’ve become a woman? This isn’t some game or novel…’
I lean against the hard bathroom wall tiles and let out a deep sigh.
My thoughts don’t sort themselves out easily.
Gently massaging around my throbbing head, I turn my gaze to the mirror once again.
I was too shocked at first to notice, but now that I look, the facial features seem strangely familiar.
“Huh?”
No, not just familiar, but intimately so.
As soon as I realized this, a curse escaped my lips.
“This is insane!”
I’m reminded of the jokes I used to exchange with friends during school days.
-Hey, you know you’re lucky.
-What do you mean?
-Imagine if you were born a woman with that face. Ugh, horrible.
-You crazy. Do you have any conscience? Look in the mirror before you say such things.
“……”
Except for the slightly more slender face line and brighter skin tone, it was the face I always saw.
It’s to the extent that if I had a younger sister, which I only imagined as an only son, this is how she would look.
“No, this is a bit……”
In novels where the gender changes, they usually transform into an incredible beauty, but this is cheating.
I’m not even hoping for silver hair or odd eyes, or the carrying power(?) of strong visuals that attract attention just by looking.
But even so, who would like an avatar that just takes a man’s face almost as is and only changes the gender?
No, that’s not what’s important right now.
Maybe because I’m experiencing such an absurd situation, my mental state doesn’t seem quite right.
Shaking my head to clear away stray thoughts, I leave the bathroom and head back to the bed.
“……”
I plop down on the bed and squeeze out my recent memories.
There’s always a cause and effect relationship in everything.
That means there must be a reason for the sudden change in gender to female.
I rack my brain trying to remember what happened yesterday.
The usual morning wake-up and commute to work.
Work hours at the company that fill me with stress to the tips of my hair.
The lightning-fast return home after overtime.
Memories of carelessly throwing off clothes and sitting right in front of the computer, not even thinking about dinner.
“There’s nothing? What’s going on? Nothing unusual compared to usual.”
I tried to recall more carefully.
Getting caught and scolded for secretly trading stocks when the pre-set price alarm went off during work hours.
Helping an old lady carrying heavy luggage on the subway stairs on the way home.
And then…….
‘As usual, I was browsing popular YouTube videos, and then got bored and started looking for any interesting personal broadcasts. And then…!’
Something came to mind.
A minor incident, if you could call it that.
With trembling hands, I turn on the computer and sit in the chair.
Memories of last night flash through my mind.

It’s the early morning hours when I’m too tired to think and play games.
At times like this, there’s no need to worry.
Just watch a broadcast with soft, pleasant music playing or someone with a good voice.
Using such a broadcast as background noise, I search for any changes in the finances or business of companies I recently bought stocks in, government policy schedules, or prices of major raw materials.
If I get bored of that, I go to the official site of the mobile game I mainly play to check patch notes or strategy information.
“Huh?”
It’s been 5 years since I started watching personal broadcasts.
Of course, there was a period of military service in between, but it means I’ve eaten my share of salt, so to speak.
In that sense, I was familiar with most of the broadcasts that usually air in the early morning hours.
Familiar broadcast titles and names of BJs or streamers.
“Is this attention-seeking?”
It was definitely a bizarre nickname and broadcast title that I had never seen until yesterday.

[Recruiting disciples.]
[Haruogaamurdiaskagani is broadcasting!]

The broadcast start time was about an hour ago, and there were currently 3 viewers.
It was a disappointing performance that cut expectations in half.
Nevertheless, my mouse was already clicking the enter button for the broadcast.
It was too easy to spare a moment for curiosity.
“Daecheromalgeum, welcome. You too shall become my disciple.”
“……”
The BJ’s voice that greets me as soon as I enter the broadcast.
Is this a concept?
Or maybe a pseudo-religion has finally advanced into the internet broadcasting world.
Unconsciously thinking that the voice is not bad, I stare at the broadcast screen that’s completely black.
A pitch-black screen with no settings at all.
Moreover, there was no music or anything to fill the gaps whenever the voice paused.
‘Is this a complete beginner? Even if you’re going to broadcast, you should at least set up a decent background image. This is the problem these days. Everyone and their dog says they’re broadcasting, starting without any prior research or preparation.’
Since I had no expectations, the disappointment wasn’t great.
It was just that the ‘maybe’ had turned into ‘as expected’.
Meanwhile, the BJ’s voice continued.
“This world is too difficult. Everyone approaches me pretending to be kind while only looking at my appearance, but their insides are stained with malice and evil intentions. I’ve tried for a month but couldn’t make a single disciple.”
-Wow, I’m lurking to see how long this will go on, but this is amazing. Has he been completely consumed by the concept?
-He’s got nerves of steel. Putting on a brass face and enduring for an hour from the first broadcast?
-Hey, everyone, please be quiet. Haruogaamurdiaskagani-nim is preaching the gospel. So, let’s all listen with a reverent heart to Haruoga… Damn, the name is so long.
The broadcast was bad, but the chat was even worse.
Three malicious viewers who anyone could see were bad were taking turns mocking the BJ and dominating the chat.
Despite this, the BJ’s mental strength to steadfastly maintain the concept was admirable for a beginner, but it was clear that this was a waste of time and the direction was wrong from the first broadcast.
‘But well… it’s good for killing time.’
People can’t always just eat proper meals, can they?
Sometimes you want to indulge in junk food or snacks.
After about 10 minutes, I could fully become a member of the room.
This doesn’t mean I sided with the three malicious viewers.
Throughout my 5 years of watching countless broadcasts, maintaining polite chat etiquette was always my iron rule.
I just gave ‘advice’ with the hope that the broadcast would move in a better direction and develop.
-Ugh, suddenly a know-it-all appears and the mood gets awkward.
-Is this the legendary league or a war of stars? It’s not even a game, now we’re getting advice on how to set a broadcast concept.
-As always, the typical behavior of our country’s people is incorrigible. There are plenty of people who give advice even to pro gamers, so why not this?
If you’ve taken on a religious concept, set up a background image that matches it.
It would be good to add related background music too.
How about preparing religious-themed slogans for greetings or reactions?
The nickname is too long, making it difficult for many viewers to join in the long term, let’s change it to a short and memorable nickname.
At first, I said it jokingly, but as the planning skills honed through slave labor at a black company were added, a plausible broadcast concept was gradually being completed.
The three malicious viewers, who were mocking at first, seemed to find it interesting and started to respond by adding various pieces of advice. Then, the BJ, who had been quietly observing the chat, spoke in a trembling voice.
“There have been no disciples who approached so passionately since coming to this other world. Thank you, thank you. Especially among these, Daecheromalgeum has the qualities of an excellent manager. I shall duly reward him.”
Is he trying to make me a broadcast manager?
For a broadcast with only 4 people including me?
As I was tilting my head in confusion, the broadcast suddenly ended.
In the middle of the dark background, a square window announcing that the broadcast had ended.
I was a bit disappointed, but only for a moment.
After all, there are broadcasts and videos everywhere.
That’s what I thought until yesterday, but…
When I logged into New Continent TV, one of the two main platforms for watching broadcasts, an unusually sparkling mailbox caught my eye.
And inside, I found a letter from the sender ‘Haruogaamurdiaskagani’.
‘Damn. I think I’m getting PTSD.’
I wasn’t sure, but I had a feeling that the cause of my sudden gender change might be contained in the letter.
The fear of this was like the enlistment notice I received in my early 20s!
My trembling finger struggles to click the left mouse button.
The contents of the letter appear in a small window in the upper right corner of the monitor.
What is the truth?
Can I return to being a man?
“……”
White is the background, and black is the text.
“Is this page count for real?”
The letter system of New Continent TV, which boasts about half an A4 page worth of content when fully filled.
Black text so densely packed that the white background was barely visible, boasting a volume of 50 pages, was blocking my view.