Let's Find Money to Buy Broadcasting Equipment... But Did I Get Screwed Over in the Process?

Internet broadcasting.

To spell it out, internet broadcasting.

It's a red ocean where it's hard to even get noticed and even harder to succeed, but once you do, it's a beautiful place where you can easily print money.

That's what internet broadcasting means to me.

Under normal circumstances, succeeding would be like reaching for a star in the sky, but with this cheat-level body, success is practically guaranteed.

- A way to obtain vital essence without going outside... The world really has changed.

"The way you talk really makes you sound like an old fossil. Your tails are distracting, so could you move them over there?"

- Aren't these your tails? My tails aren't yellow like yours; they are a pure, untarnished white like snow.

"...Having so many tails is a pain in the ass, too. Is there any way to hide them? I can't even go outside because of these things in the first place."

- Judging by the filthy state of this room, it seems you haven't gone outside in a long time. Don't blame others.

"I said I was planning to clean it today or tomorrow. Besides, I do clean once a month, you know?"

- ...Your common sense is different from mine. Is cleaning once a month customary in this era?

Faced with her frowning question, I turned away and avoided answering.

"Just tell me how to hide the tails and ears, and stop asking weird questions."

- To you, not cleaning is the weird thing, is it?

"Shut up. The cleaner will come if I call one anyway."

- You're going to greet a cleaner looking like that? Pfft, you really know how to joke.

"...Stop changing the subject. If you don't answer this time, you and I are dying together. You know perfectly well who's in charge right now, don't you?"

I growled a warning, and the fox deity cleared her throat once before beginning to explain.

- The method is simple. If we gather vital essence and I can use a slightly more complete transformation technique, I should be able to hide them. If we steadily siphon vital essence from over ten thousand people for roughly a hundred days, we can hide your ears and tails.

"You're fucking kidding me. You're saying I need to gather the vital essence of at least a million people."

- Put another way, a hundred thousand people would take about ten days, while a million would take just one.

A million people. Not ten thousand—a million?

"Haha, this is seriously fucked. Maybe just dying wouldn't be so bad. If I disappear cleanly, there won't even be a corpse, right?"

- Didn't I say it would be possible using that internet-broadcasting method? All you have to do is start it right away...

"How the hell am I supposed to start with no equipment and no money? You're really one hopeless fox bitch."

As I continued insulting her with a sigh, she grew dejected, walked over to the wall, and began quietly sniffling.

- ...I'm sorry. I was far too reckless. I've been sealed for so long that I think my judgment has deteriorated considerably.

"Don't cry, you bitch! What does that make me if you cry over there?"

- Sniff... It is all my fault. I grabbed you for no reason and set us on the path to annihilation together. I am truly... truly sorry...

"I said don't cry! If you cry there, I become a piece-of-shit bastard! It's bad enough that I've become a fucking dog; isn't it going too far to become trash as well?"

- Waaaaah...

...It got even worse?

How am I supposed to comfort her?

I only have memories of women moaning on beds, you know. I've never seen a woman cling to a wall and bawl like that.

"This is driving me crazy. Hey, stop crying already. If you don't, we're really going to die together, got it?"

- Hic... Sniff... I've been alone for hundreds of years... Unable to move, I spent hundreds of years in an uncomfortable position!!!

"What do I care?"

- You're supposed to be my apostle, yet instead of comforting me, you're playing games with the life of the god you serve... Waaah...

This is driving me crazy.

It wouldn't be so bad if she were at least quiet.

Her voice was loud enough to make even my brain vibrate.

In the end, her wailing made me dizzy, so I contacted my friend on my phone and said,

"Haa... Wait a little. I have an idea."

- An idea...? Didn't you say there was no way earlier?

"Because it's a method I really don't want to use. It means I have to humiliate myself for no reason."

I had to borrow money to buy broadcasting equipment.

I could make money immediately if I needed to, but there was a limit to how much I could earn at once.

"I really didn't want to borrow money if I could help it. But this guy is such a ridiculously nice pushover that borrowing from him actually feels more burdensome."

Muttering self-reproachfully, I sent a KakaoTalk message to my closest friend.

<Hey>

<Yeah?>

<How much money do you have right now?>

<Why all of a sudden?>

<I need some quick cash. Lend me some money.>

<How much do you need? I hit hard pity recently, so I don't have much money.>

<500,000 won? If I need more, maybe around 1,000,000 won... You don't have that much, do you?>

<...Are you a fucking lunatic? Why are you suddenly trying to borrow that much money?>

<Fuck... I'm really sorry. Something urgent came up. If I can't get it, I might actually die.>

<Where would a shut-in hikikomori loner like you need money? Are you bulk-buying some insanely horny manga?>

<And you fucking asshole, didn't I tell you to share any insanely horny manga you find?>

<We said we'd look at the good stuff together, asshole.>

<Nothing I've seen lately has been satisfying. I think I'm starting to lose interest these days, too.>

<Besides, how am I supposed to share it when your sex drive is all about furries? Beastfolk and furries aren't the same thing, you crazy bastard.>

<If losing interest means jerking off three times a day, you idiot, then before you lost interest your right hand must've died of pleasure.>

<And what's wrong with furries, you fucking asshole?>

<A crazy bastard who fucks animals... A lunatic who's reached the pinnacle of abnormal sexual desire...>

<What the fuck are you saying, you perverted bastard?>

<Haa... Fine. I'll lend you 500,000 won for now. When are you going to pay me back?>

<I'll pay you back in one to two weeks. If I can't...>

<If you can't pay me back?>

<I don't know, lol. I'll try to pay back as much as I can, lol.>

<I don't know if lending money to this bastard is the right thing to do. Should I just not lend it to him?>

<Ah, please, hyung.>

<Tsk...>

<Ah, I'm really fucking anxious about this.>

<Okay, I'll lend it to you. But I'm coming to your place the day after tomorrow. I need to know what you're spending the 500,000 won on.>

<?Wait, you're coming all the way to my house?>

<What, is there a problem? I already come by once a month to make sure you're alive.>

<Your mom asked me to, so I have to. Me coming over has to be several times better than your mom coming, right?>

<No... I mean, that's true, but...>

<Why is this bastard so suspicious today?>

<Quit running your damn mouth. I'm coming over tomorrow, and I'll bring the money with me, too.>

<Oh, fuck off. I won't be home tomorrow.>

<Don't bullshit me. A guy who gets exhausted after moving for ten minutes is going out? Even a stray dog passing by would laugh.>

<Anyway, I'm coming. I'm busy now, so don't contact me. I won't be able to answer.>

<See you tomorrow. Cya.>

Watching my friend's final KakaoTalk message, I threw my phone onto the bed.

"How does everything always turn into the worst possible situation? Fuck my life."

- ...Has something bad happened? If it is something I can help with, I shall.

"Can you turn me back to my original form, even just for a little while? Ten minutes—or even five—should be enough."

- If you had enough demonic power and vital essence, I could, but right now...

"So that means no. Hoo... Fine. Better to take the beating now than later."

I had no idea whether the bastard would believe that I'd turned into this insanely hot body, though.

They say that in situations like this, listing embarrassing things from your past is usually enough to make someone believe you, but he's so suspicious that I doubt he'd believe me without something major.

"How should I explain it so he'll believe that I've turned into this?"

- Hmm, I have a good idea.

"A good idea? Let's hear it, then."

Filled with curiosity, I looked at the fox deity, and she began explaining with an unusually serious expression.

- Since ancient times, people have said that persuasion should be carried out slowly, with time and care.

"That's true. Even the hardest rock eventually crumbles under a steady drip of water."

- You understand well, then. When he comes to find you, wouldn't it solve everything if you simply invested enough time and care?

"...No way. You're not suggesting that, are you?"

- Why not? If persuasion fails, we must persuade him by force. If we lock him up and keep working on him until he is persuaded, there is nothing we cannot accomplish.

"That's a crime, you crazy bitch. What kind of life did you live before you got sealed?"

As I tried to sort out my confused thoughts, I asked the fox deity a question, and she replied in a calm voice,

- Didn't I tell you? I ruined an entire country. To me, it was merely a fleeting moment, but I lived a life of wealth and glory, reigning above everyone else.

"So basically, your personality is rotten to the core. No wonder kidnapping and confinement come so easily to you."

- Where I lived, such things were the norm. Do not criticize me too harshly.

Since saying anything else unpleasant to her while she was depressed again seemed likely to earn me another sound-based attack like before, I walked over to my computer desk and took a tablet out of the drawer.

- ...What is that pitch-black thing?

"This? I took it out to draw. I need quick cash, so I have to do even work I don't feel like doing."

- Oh-ho, you were a painter? Are you good?

"I can draw well enough to make a living. That's how I've managed to live like this without leaving home."

If it weren't for siphoning vital essence from others, I would have simply drawn normally and lived from day to day.

If it weren't for that damn vital essence, I wouldn't have had to show my face to other people.

Grumbling, I posted on a community site I visited often.

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