In order to do that?
I need to turn on the broadcast.
Ah, at this point, honestly, I do not even know if I’m a villain or a YouTuber.
***
“STARDUST!!!! Are you still not showing yourself!!!!”
The crocodile-man roared, wreaking havoc around him.
He clenched his fist in anger.
It was almost the size of a human head, that fist of his.
“Fine, if that’s the case. I’ll just have to kill everyone here!!!!!”
With his clenched fist, he strode over to the collapsed rubble where people lay trapped beneath.
Those who had fallen tried to twist their bodies to escape as the crocodile-man approached them, but they were battered and too injured to move.
As the shadow of the crocodile-man’s clenched fist loomed over them, terrified people…
“Please, save us…”
“Don’t blame me, blame STARDUST!!!!”
Just as he raised his fist into the air to bring it down on them, and the people closed their eyes sensing their impending death, music suddenly broke the silence.
“Huh?”
Confused, the crocodile-man tilted his head.
Out of nowhere, lively rock music completely out of place began to blast through the air.
As the electrifying guitar solo filled the space, the crocodile-man turned to locate its source.
What he saw next was me, standing on the roof of a nearby building.
I looked down at the crocodile-man from the rooftop railing.
To my right, a Bluetooth speaker cranked to maximum volume was belching out the noisy music.
On the rooftop, I danced to the beat of the song—not wildly, just swaying my body to the rhythm, occasionally clapping my hands to the beat. After all, a grand entrance is a must.
And to my left, a camera levitated by telekinesis was streaming my image over YouTube.
Should I greet them?
Alright, let’s get in character again.
“Hello everyone! It’s been a while since our last encounter. Here I am again, the real villain of this era, South Korea’s public enemy, Egostick. Nice to see you!”
[Mangostick! Mangostick! Mangostick! Mangostick! Mangostick! Mangostick! Mangostick! Mangostick!]
[Here comes my porn.]
[Is he a god? Is Mangostick a god?]
[Cackling, he claims to be the real villain, public enemy, lol!]
[The enemy of Yako, lol!]
[Did he mean to say the real hero of our time?]
[Wasn’t he the public hero? Seriously, no idea.]
[Lol, the opening is so funny. Why the dance though, lol?]
[So, where exactly is this???]
[Oh, isn’t this the place the green monster was attacking?]
[I think you’re right.]
[Why on earth is he here again, lol?]
As usual, the bag I brought from my underground lair was still strapped to my back.
From it, I rummaged and took out a wireless microphone. Let’s see… if I pair this with the speaker. Done.
Before long, the music stopped and the microphone was connected to the speaker.
I tapped the microphone lightly.
Tap-.
Thud-.
A heavy sound came from the speaker at the impact, confirming a good connection.
“Test, test. Mic check.”
As I spoke into the microphone, my voice boomed from the speaker next to me, nearly deafening. This specially modified speaker by Seo-eun has the output of a concert hall’s main unit despite its small size. Yes, with this power, even people below the building could hear me clearly.
I leaned into the microphone and addressed the crocodilian fellow below. Should I be polite as usual? No, this guy’s done enough to not deserve that. Let’s just be informal.
“Listen up, croc. You’re surrounded. Surrender immediately.”
The would-be civilian-slaying crocodile-man from below looked up at me and, ditching his previous target, started to walk in my direction. And then he shouted back at me. Why does his voice carry so well without a speaker like mine?
“Who the hell are you!!!!”
“You’re talking to Egostick, the one you slandered a few minutes ago, you bastard.”
“What did you say!!!!”
Squinting as if he couldn’t see well, the crocodile face looked up at me.
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