Chapter 550 Are You A Game Streamer?

Chapter 550 Are You A Game Streamer?

Villain Ch 550. Are You A Game Streamer?

Shanty's disbelief was palpable as she probed, "Just those two?" A frown etched across her forehead, expressing a mix of confusion and skepticism.

Allen maintained his innocent grin, hoping to downplay the peculiarity of his financial sources. "Yep, just those two," he affirmed casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

The frown deepened on Shanty's face, and she couldn't let it slide. "How do you make money from that? I mean, except the tournament and the modeling," she inquired, genuine curiosity evident in her voice. It seemed that the combination of a gaming hiatus and a foray into modeling left her puzzled about the financial logistics.

An idea seemed to dawn on her, and her eyes lit up. "Oh! Are you a game streamer? You know, some kind of mysterious game streamer who always wears a mask when streaming?" she speculated, her excitement at the prospect evident.

The concept of streaming with a mask had become a norm, particularly among male streamers. In a world where viewers were primarily interested in skills and communication, concealing one's identity became a practical move. This stood in stark contrast to certain female streamers who often relied on their facial features and physique to capture attention. The mask, in essence, shielded the streamer's true self while maintaining a connection with the audience.

"No, I've never streamed before," Allen clarified, his mind retracing a path of plans he once entertained. Winning the tournament had ignited aspirations of becoming a streamer, prompting him to compile a meticulous list of the necessary equipment. The idea was to transform his gaming prowess into a steady income stream.

However, life took an unexpected turn with the sting of betrayal. In the throes of despair, he recognized that streaming in such an emotionally unstable state would likely invite more problems than solutions. Thus, the dream of becoming a streamer was reluctantly shelved.

"What a shame... I mean it could be a good source of income for a pro player like you," Shanty muttered, her gaze focused on Allen's face as she contemplated the potential missed opportunity. The notion of streaming held promise as a lucrative income stream, particularly for a skilled player like Allen. She observed his reaction, attempting to decipher whether financial constraints might be a concern for him. This material is derived from n0v£lbin•

In her attempt to understand Allen's financial situation, Shanty couldn't help but recall his simple attire during the tournament – a non branded t-shirt and jeans. However, she swiftly acknowledged that such details mattered little to gamers. The priority often lay in allocating funds to enhance gaming setups rather than investing in high-end wardrobes.

As Shanty beamed with enthusiasm, Allen's mind delved into his experiences with MagicSword Interactive's games. They were, by all means, entertaining for a short stint, but the lack of intricate gameplay and engaging events made them lose their allure quickly. Pro players, accustomed to the adrenaline rush of intense challenges, found themselves moving on from these games within weeks, if not days.

Due to Allen's statement, Shanty leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Great! That means you're familiar with it," she exclaimed, convinced that Allen's acknowledgment boded well for her proposition.

However, the gleam in her eyes dimmed as quickly as it appeared when Allen delivered a straightforward rejection. "Sorry, I have to reject it," he stated, his expression firm. The sudden twist in the conversation caught Shanty off guard, and she couldn't conceal her disappointment.

"But why?" she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. Shanty had built up this proposal in her mind, believing that the collaboration would be a perfect fit for both parties. The rejection left her grappling for an understanding of Allen's decision.

Allen sighed, realizing he needed to clarify. "It's not about the company; it's about me. I've got commitments and responsibilities that tie me down. I can't take on another project, even if it's part-time," he explained, attempting to convey that his rejection wasn't a reflection of MagicSword Interactive's reputation or potential.

She slumped back in her chair, absorbing Allen's explanation. The disappointment lingered, but she nodded, acknowledging the validity of his reasons. The fleeting hope of having Allen contribute to her father's company dissipated, leaving a sense of missed opportunity in the air. No, actually she didn't really think of that. What she thought was how she could meet Allen regularly.

Shanty, despite the disappointment, couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of attraction she had developed for Allen. She tried to maintain her composure, subtly concealing the admiration that lingered beneath the surface.

"Look, I understand if it's too much right now. But, Allen, you're an incredible player, and I believe you could bring a unique perspective to our games," she expressed, her eyes locking onto his.

"I've seen you in the tournaments, and your strategies, your moves, they're something else," she continued, her words carrying a genuine admiration. Shanty hoped that by emphasizing Allen's prowess, she could convey the depth of her admiration without exposing the personal undertones.

Allen, on the other hand, picked up on the subtle cues. He could sense there was something more to Shanty's interest in recruiting him beyond a business proposition.

"I appreciate the offer, I really do. But I have my hands full, and my focus is divided," Allen responded, his words carefully chosen. He wanted to be honest without causing discomfort.

Shanty nodded, her gaze dropping for a moment before she looked up again. There was a vulnerability in her eyes, a longing that she couldn't completely conceal. "I get it. I just thought... you know, maybe we could work together," she admitted, the unspoken feelings lingering in the air.