[TS] Starting the Broadcast

I read it over and over again.
A volume equivalent to 25 A4 pages.
And I summarized it.
This is truly a human victory!
But before that, I screamed.
“You, you crazy god!”
No, was it goddess rather than god?
Anyway, that’s not what’s important right now.
It’s hard to believe, but what’s happening to me now was a god’s mischief.
The god with the strange name ‘Haruogaamurdiaskagani’ says she acquired divine authority in a dimension called ‘Hemas’ far away.
And after being assigned Earth as her first post and receiving adaptation training from senior gods for about a year, she was finally deployed for real action!
She came to South Korea, selected as her first area of responsibility, dreaming of recruiting lots of believers and spreading her influence, but she says she tasted hell for a month after that.
Even though she diligently went around the streets preaching, she was treated as a strange person, and conversely, met people who picked fights saying things like “Do you believe in the Way?” or “Hell for unbelievers,” and even people who tried to commit fraud, crimes with bad intentions, or kidnapping.
How detailed and long-winded that story was.
Out of the 25 A4 pages, 5 pages were about the hardships and sorrows she experienced then.
Thinking there was no need to look further, I pushed those pages aside.
‘This is the core of the content.’
After a long, long journey, the core was in the last three pages.
From the first day she gave up on offline activities after a month and challenged online, she says she gained a thousand armies and ten thousand horses.
‘Me? Why? How?’
I just casually listed various ideas that could develop a concept broadcast.
But who would have known that would capture the heart of a novice goddess who had suffered all kinds of hardships and humiliations for a month?
To cut a long story short, the goddess says she granted the qualification of ‘manager’ as she said at the end of yesterday’s broadcast.
The problem is that the manager… can only be a woman.
The goddess ‘Haruogaamurdiaskagani’ claims to be the protector of ‘pure unmarried women’ and the overseer of all ‘covenants’ in the world, so while it doesn’t matter for ordinary believers, only ‘women’ can rise to positions within the religious order.
‘This crazy feminist goddess, isn’t there a male quota? Why can only women hold high positions? Damn spinster goddess!’
No matter how much I curse, the situation doesn’t change.
It feels empty down there.
Every time I realize that, it feels like there’s a big hole in my chest.
An unbearable sense of loss.
‘I didn’t even get to use it a few times in real life.’
I feel like crying from the emptiness.
To decide such an important matter as gender without even asking the person, how dare she.
She says she manipulated the memories of people around me with her divine power.
As if I had been a woman from the beginning.
But will that solve the problem?
I’ve lived as a man all my life, and the sense of discomfort and unfamiliarity is not just physical.
Mentally… and in countless other ways that can’t be clearly specified, it will have an impact.
‘If only it wasn’t for the content of the very last page…’
The reason I could hold onto the thread of reason was the power of a short sentence written on the last page.
It says that although her power is limited now as she has exhausted it all, if the number of believers increases greatly, she will be able to exert her divine power again.
And then she gave me an unfunny ‘system’ that she said she learned from senior gods.
It was a design reminiscent of those old graphics nurturing simulation games that were popular in the early 2000s.
There are ‘missions’ and when you clear them, you gain points.
And with those points, you could grow ‘abilities’.
When I heard abilities, I naturally thought of the flashy superpowers seen in TV or movies, but she says that goes against the rules of the gods.
When I asked if it was okay to tell others about the existence of gods and what happened to me, she said she implanted a ‘lock’ in me when manipulating the memories of people around me.
She says it will unconsciously prevent me from divulging specific details about the god to anyone.
“This is infuriating. Really infuriating. Just mere text…”
The semi-transparent chat window floating in the air is, I assume, a device that only I can see.
Many questions that come to my mind are invariably answered by texts entered in the chat window.
It says it’s a helper to help me easily adapt to the ‘system’ I received as a gift.
[The great goddess ‘Haruogaamurdiaskagani’ has graciously accepted the manager’s opinion and allowed the abbreviation of her divine name to make it easier for believers to remember and call upon.]
“Well, well.”
[Taking the ‘Ha’ from the front, ‘Mu’ from the middle, and ‘Ni’ from the end, the divine name ‘Hamuni’ for the believers…]
“Nonsense… Stop!”
I stretch out my hand with my palm open towards the chat window.
Not understanding the trending meme, the chat window blinks to express confusion.
Sighing, I make it clear that Hamuni is absolutely not acceptable.
If we use such a nickname, it will start with ridicule and end with ridicule.
I’m certain it won’t even take a day for people to start summoning everything from the basic grandmother to great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother.
“I don’t really like it, but let’s remove ‘mu’ and go with Hani instead. This is still a bit…”
[The manager’s opinion is reasonable. I accept on behalf of Haruogaamurdiaskagani.]
“……”
It’s ruined.
Now I have no choice but to broadcast under the nickname ‘Hani’.
I don’t know how this stupid goddess confuses fan club registration, following, and subscribing with religion, but that’s now my job.
To think that I have to become a woman I never wanted to be, broadcast, and on top of that, gather lots of viewers.
“……”
Thinking about it only makes me sigh, but I had no choice if I wanted to return to being a man.
No, not just returning to being a man, but since it’s come to this, I’ll try to clear lots of missions and aim for a complete life reversal.
At an age running from mid to late 20s, all I have is a 2 million won deposit for a studio apartment, just over 7 million won worth of stocks, and 3 million won in savings and installment savings.
The more I think about it, the angrier and more wronged I feel, but if I grit my teeth and think positively, couldn’t this be another opportunity?
[The manager is showing enthusiasm for expanding the religious influence. The helper is greatly satisfied. Haruogaamurdiaskagani, who is in a recovery period, will surely be pleased as well.]
“You, shut up!”
No matter how positively I try to think, the helper butting in from the side makes me angry.
This won’t do.
For now, let’s open a can of beer and think about it.

“Ughh……”
I’m a zombie.
No, I’ve become a zombie.
Damn this body.
Just because I’ve become a woman, even my alcohol tolerance has pathetically decreased.
I think it used to be one can of beer and half a bottle of soju, but now my memory is cut off.
“Wa, water.”
I crawl painfully to open the refrigerator door and gulp down cold water.
As my thirst subsides, various thoughts start popping up, competing to be at the forefront.
‘What about my money? Is my stock account the same? What about the company? Come to think of it, this year was supposed to be my last year of reserve forces training.’
[Matters related to money remain in the same state as before. Records related to the company have been deleted. It has been processed as if you never joined in the first place, and military-related issues are the same.]
“This is crazy! Me, me being a person who hasn’t completed military service. Me being a person who hasn’t completed military service!”
It’s a moment that overlaps with actor Kim Young-in lying on the bed and wailing.
Damn it!
When drinking with friends, the three-set combo of military stories, soccer stories, and stories about playing soccer in the military should never be missing.
Now only the soccer stories remain.
‘No, before that, what happened to my friend relationships…’
[Friend relationships remain the same. However, memories have been manipulated to remember you as a friendly and easygoing female friend.]
‘Friendly and easygoing female friend my foot.’
Angrily, I raised my middle finger stiffly towards the chat window, but it had no impact.
Realizing it was a waste of time, I ask the helper about various other things I need to know and gradually acquire information.
“Now the first digit after the hyphen is 2.”
Starting from the changed resident registration number and photo on my ID card, when I opened the wardrobe, surprisingly, clothes and underwear had changed to women’s items.
The same went for men’s skincare products like toner and lotion.
“Gasp! My, my collections!”
The sorrow of finding that the collections I had carefully stored in boxes in the shoe cabinet had all turned into women’s shoes or sneakers.
I wailed loudly, frozen in posture at the door.
[There’s no time for this. We need to quickly recruit believers for the goddess.]
“You heartless piece of text…”
Just as I was starting to get somewhat used to the female voice that had initially startled me, the helper announced the first mission with a fanfare as if it were a sound effect.

[Mission!]
[Let’s achieve 10 fan club members.]
[Reward: 10 points]

“Te, ten fan club members should be a piece of ca, cake.”
I don’t know why my voice is coming out so shaky.
Broadcasting was something I always watched and thought nothing of.
But when I think about actually becoming a BJ, streamer, or YouTuber myself, my head becomes dizzy.
“Fi, first, let’s change the nickname…”
Come to think of it, although I don’t really like it, the nickname ‘Hani’ was likely to be used by someone else.
Then the helper said it had squeezed out all the remaining divine power to change my long-used, attached nickname to ‘Hani’.
‘No, if you had divine power left, don’t use it on unnecessary things, use it in a way that helps me.’
Even if I grumble, the helper doesn’t even pay attention.
Rather, the chat window’s frantic blinking was clearly pressuring me to start broadcasting soon.
“So, so I adjust these basic settings… Hm? What was I supposed to do next?”
Without time to adapt to the rapidly progressing situation, I’ve already settled down and set up all the basic settings for broadcasting.
It’s all done.
Now I just need to press the broadcast start button.
‘Am I really going to broadcast? Really? Do this?’
My trembling finger wanders in the air.
What should I say at first?
Should I go with a normal greeting?
Various thoughts flash through my mind.
I’m nervous.
It reminds me of when I first went to work after successfully getting a job.
Beyond that, it was the same when I completed basic training and was about to leave for my assigned unit.
‘At least it’s fortunate there’s no cam. With a face like this, it would be better to hide… Ah!’
I lowered my gaze to look at the desk rather than the monitor.
Come to think of it, it wasn’t just the cam that was missing.
“Uh, well, that… hmm.”
[What’s wrong? There’s no time to hesitate.]
“The microphone… is missing?”
[……]
It was a moment when the silence of the chat window felt heavier than anything else.