Gender Swap: The Introvert's Broadcast-Chapter 117: Ifrit Gallery Cyberburger Incident

If it were the peak of high school senior year, the chances of doing something strange without a guardian around would be high.

It's the most energetic time in life, after all.

But since Lee Yeram wasn't the type to get into trouble, I wasn't overly worried.

I thought to myself, She’ll probably be fine—

‘Lee Yeram’s not the type to make reckless decisions.’

The college entrance exam was just around the corner, so she wasn’t foolish enough to do anything dumb.

With that thought in mind, I got off the plane.

Thud-thud-thud.

Maybe it was because I’d been on the plane for so long, but my body felt all stiff.

Although I had a layover in the middle, even considering that, I still felt extremely tired.

Next time, I thought, I should try to go somewhere closer for my trip. I grabbed my backpack and exited the airport.

“Alright, I’m off. I’ll contact everyone when I get home.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah.”

“Go get some rest soon.”

After saying my goodbyes, I headed home.

It was night, so maybe that’s why the neighborhood felt a little noisy. When I arrived home, I felt like something was off.

Beep-beep-beep-beep.

I quickly typed in the password for the front door and opened it—

“...Wow.”

The sight of the extremely dirty house caught my eyes.

If it had just been a little messy, I wouldn’t have said anything.

But when it was dirty to the point I could see it as soon as I walked in, I had no choice but to say something.

Not saying anything would’ve been weirder.

“Lee Yeram, stop pretending to sleep and wake up.”

I immediately woke her up, who was pretending to sleep.

A moment later,

“Hmm, what... Oppa, you’re back?”

Lee Yeram, shamelessly pretending to have just woken up.

“Yeram, if you don’t want to die, get up quickly and fold the blankets. Start cleaning.”

I wasn’t particularly a stickler for cleanliness, but this was way too much.

It was basically a pigsty.

Saying that,

“Ugh... It’s not that dirty.”

Yeram muttered as she started folding the blankets.

It seemed like she knew I was going to act like this.

Honestly, I wanted to say more, but... I decided to let it slide since she backed down so quickly and urged her on.

“Move quickly. I’m tired too.”

Personally, I wanted to lie down and sleep as soon as possible, so I was handling things quickly.

If I wasted time, I’d end up sleeping later than I wanted.

“Ugh, so annoying.”

Yeram grumbled to herself and took the blankets to the nearby laundromat.

Since we couldn’t wash blankets at home, we had been using the laundromat nearby for a while.

“If it’s too annoying, then what? Go quickly and wash it. I’ll clean the house.”

“...It’s annoying, but fine, I got it.”

“Hmm.”

After giving Yeram’s head a light tap, I began to clean the house.

Dust had piled up all over the place.

It looked like she hadn’t cleaned a single time while I was away.

‘Figured she wouldn’t clean... but she really didn’t.’

Even though Yeram had seen how to clean before, I thought she might’ve done at least some of it.

I finished cleaning while feeling a bit flustered.

How long had it been?

“Phew...”

Finally, the cleaning was done.

The house wasn’t that big, but there were still a lot of things to clean, so it felt like it took a while.

I was relieved to finally be finished when,

“I’m back.”

Yeram returned with the blankets in hand.

I had been a little worried about whether she’d manage to do it alone, but it seemed like she did fine.

I was relieved and opened my mouth.

“Lay the blanket here, and if you’re going to sleep, go ahead.”

“Yeah. I’m tired.”

Yeram said this and quickly laid down the blanket, crawling under it to sleep.

Compared to her usual movements, this was much faster.

“Seriously, she moves this fast only in situations like this. Why can’t she move quickly in other situations?”

I couldn’t understand why she only moved fast when it came to sleeping.

Thinking it didn’t make sense, I unpacked my things and took a shower.

Whoosh—.

As the water from the shower hit me, I turned on my phone and logged into Red, since I hadn’t checked it during the trip.

I accessed the Ifrit Gallery after a long time.

As expected, the usual pointless comments were flowing.

[In my opinion, the MMA fighter would win lol][3]

[Grandma with a knife <<< just GOAT level how does she win][1]

[Why is this bait even happening?]

[MMA fighter vs grandma with a knife, the fighter wins for sure][4]

[What if the grandma is a special forces agent? Are you saying that?][1]

[Just stop being idiots and spamming this, thumbs down ㅋㅋ][4]

“...Where do they always get this crazy bait from?”

It was always amazing to me how they came up with such ridiculous topics.

Bringing up these kinds of subjects couldn’t be easy.

I thought they were really something. I left a comment.

[Author: UncoverLondonSecret]

[Title: ‘My Appearance’]

[Content: Hmm, come and greet me quickly.]

It wasn’t a special post.

But people who recognized my username would definitely comment.

Ding—!

Just like now.

“Yeah, writing again after such a long time, the comments are coming in fast.”

I was glad the Ifrit Gallery users hadn’t forgotten me. Just as I thought that,

Ding—!

Ding—!

Ding—!

The notifications for new comments started coming in at a rapid pace.

“What’s going on?”

I expected maybe ten comments at most, but it kept going.

I wondered if someone was spamming and refreshed the page.

Then the comments began to load.

[Author: UncoverLondonSecret]

[Title: ‘My Appearance’]

[Content: Hmm, come and greet me quickly.]

L: What the hell

L: Why haven’t you come yet, why haven’t you come yet, why haven’t you come yet, why haven’t you come yet, why haven’t you come yet, why haven’t you come yet

L: Damn, been a long time since you posted, shit

L: Why now? You’ve been gone so long

L: Kang Hoomin: If the broadcast starts, Cyberburger giveaway, if the broadcast starts, Cyberburger giveaway, if the broadcast starts, Cyberburger giveaway

ㄴKang Hoomin: If the broadcast starts, Cyberburger giveaway

ㄴKang Hoomin: If the broadcast starts, Cyberburger giveaway

ㄴKang Hoomin: If the broadcast starts, Cyberburger giveaway

ㄴKang Hoomin: If the broadcast starts, Cyberburger giveaway

...

..

.

“Damn, spamming.”

It was spam.

And it was incredibly aggressive spam.

At first, I was a little surprised, but I was able to calm down once I saw the nickname.

‘What, are they begging like they’re poor?’

Were they seriously protesting to get me to buy them a Cyberburger?

They probably had more money than I did.

I was dumbfounded as I left a comment.

ㄴKang Hoomin: If the broadcast starts, Cyberburger giveaway

ㄴ:UncoverLondonSecret: What’s a Cyberburger?

ㄴ:UncoverLondonSecret: I haven’t made much money recently.

I left a somewhat formal reply—

ㄴKang Hoomin: Stop messing around and give us the Cyberburger, okay?

Hoomin was once again demanding a Cyberburger.

It seemed like he was really craving one.

“Hmm.”

Thinking about it, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.

Even though I needed to save money, the reason I started broadcasting in the first place was thanks to the people on the Ifrit Gallery.

‘Five should be fine, right?’

I figured five was okay.

So I made a post.

[Author: UncoverLondonSecret]

[Title: Cyberburger Giveaway]

[Content: Line up, I’ll be doing the drawing in five minutes.]

I wrote the post, left my phone out, and finished my shower.

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‘How many comments will there be?’

I really hoped there wouldn’t be too many.

Wouldn’t it feel bad for the ones who didn’t win?

With that thought, I opened my phone to check the comments.

[Cyberburger Giveaway][104]

“...What is this.”

There were over a hundred comments.

There were never that many people active on the Ifrit Gallery.

It was always much fewer.

So I could reasonably guess.

‘They must have just spammed the comments.’

It was a little overwhelming.

How badly must they want a Cyberburger to go this far?

But there was nothing I could do.

‘I guess I’ll just pick.’

What else could I do?

I just had to pick.

It was too much trouble to differentiate between all the spam.

With that thought, I went to a random drawing website and selected the five winners for the Cyberburgers.

Whoosh—.

Out of the 104 commenters, only five were selected.

‘At least it looks like there’s no repeat winners.’

I thought to myself, relieved, and left the coupon numbers on the winners' profiles.

A little while later.

[Author: Kang Hoomin]

[Title: Three Cyberburgers!]

[Content: (Picture) This is it! Hahaha, you can’t cheat, there’s no rule against spamming, right?]

I could see someone without a shred of conscience.

I was dumbfounded as I left a comment.

LUncoverLondonSecret: You’ve got no conscience.