"Hello, everyone! It's your streamer, Yizhen Nai. I'm at the Red-Tiled House, where the president of the Cosmic Nation works. Now you believe I'm a regular here, right?"
Inside the Red-Tiled House, a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six spoke Mandarin as he fiddled with his phone, pointing its camera at the buildings around him.
His name was Yizhen Nai. He streamed Poisoned Milk Powder and specialized in bringing players back home the latest news from the Korean server. He had a modest following among the game's players, but recently, he had boasted during a stream that he was a regular at the Presidential Palace. His viewers had taken him at his word and insisted he stream from the Red-Tiled House.
In truth, he had never been there. But he had looked it up before coming and learned that visitors could pay to enter the grounds. As long as he stayed out of the buildings, it did not cost much. So after his viewers sent him a wave of rocket gifts, he had promptly brought his streaming gear over.
"Didn't you say you'd go inside the Presidential Palace? Why are you just walking around outside? Get in there already."
"Think we'll see Moon Sang-woo? If you do, tell him I love Bora."
"Who's Bora?"
"I think she's a member of the girl group SISTAR."
"Is a girl group as fun as my beloved Berserker?"
"Yizhen Nai, tell me the name of the Korean server's game designer. I'm heading over with a knife. If he doesn't buff Weapon Master, this day next year will be the anniversary of his death."
The chat was full of all sorts of lunatics, but Yizhen Nai was used to it. Poisoned Milk Powder had every kind of player. When IG had won the League of