Deep Sea Fish Hunting Specialty Broadcast

Chapter 63: Let There Be Light (1)

Deep Sea Fish Hunting Specialty Broadcast – 63

EP.63 Let There Be Light (1)

August 7, 2024, exactly 3 PM.

[ Where’s the host… I’m cold… ] [2]

[ Doesn’t she usually start the broadcast around 11? ] [4]

[ I know exactly why Yu Parang isn’t streaming ] [6]

[ She won’t just not stream, right? ] [3]

[ I knew this would happen ㅇㅇ ] [4]

[ Open your eyes ] [96]

[ Wow, even now, people aren’t leaving? Stubborn, stubborn, lol ] [4]

Yu Parang Minor Gallery.

The place was experiencing an unprecedented slump.

Why?

Because Parang wasn’t streaming!

A broadcast that should have started around 11 AM was still silent by 3 PM, driving everyone crazy.

Moreover, there was no announcement.

Even though she had made a clean comeback, she had a history of causing incidents.

Usually, the Yu Parang Gallery, known for its unwavering positive stance towards her, was sharply divided by 3 PM between those who believed in waiting and those who said, “I knew it.”

[ Doesn’t she usually start the broadcast around 11? ]

[ Author: YuGallery1 ]

Well, there’s no fixed time, but she usually starts around 11 and comes on before 1.

Isn’t there a fan cafe or something with the broadcast schedule?

─Would there be?

ㄴ Why wouldn’t there be, damn it

ㄴ This is the Yu Parang you chose…

─(Open Your Eyes Con)

[ I know exactly why Yu Parang isn’t streaming ]

[ Author: The Trend is Yuri ]

The reason is because of a secret lesson with the monster fish Kyosooni…

The host, unable to find a suitable monster fish to show on today’s broadcast, ended up going to Kyosooni…

Kyosooni said it was perfect timing and led her to his room on the opposite side of the lab… [Read More]

─Dude.

─If you don’t write more, your nickname will get a hate image

─Are you seriously insane?

─Kyosooni is streaming right now, damn it, I was startled

ㄴ Why is this guy even startled

─(Open Your Eyes Con)

In this chaotic madness.

[ The host is here ]

[ Author: OpenYourEyes ]

(Hyperlink to Yu Parang’s broadcast and a screenshot indicating the broadcast has started.)

─(Praise Con)

─(Open Your Eyes Con)

─(Praise Con)

─(Worship Con)

─(Open Your Eyes Con)

With the signal from the admin, the savior appeared.

#

Dudududududu-

The first thing viewers did upon entering Parang’s broadcast was to be shocked.

By now, it was almost routine.

Dudududududu-

Every time she started a broadcast, half of the chat was filled with question marks.

─Huh??

─What????

─No way, this is…

But this time, they had a genuine reason to be shocked.

Dudududududu-

Because this time, the place where Parang started her broadcast was, unbelievably, inside a helicopter.

A helicopter flying over the sea with its door open.

In the distance, there seemed to be a dragon flying around, as faint roars that made their hearts pound could be heard.

The propeller noise was so loud that it pierced through and reached their eardrums.

─What the hell is this

─At least explain

But no answer came.

No matter how many times they asked, no matter how many minutes passed, Parang didn’t respond.

She just sat quietly at the edge of the helicopter, with the camera filming the sea.

At first, the viewers thought she was tormenting them again, but then they realized something.

‘Come to think of it, this place…’

Isn’t it outside?

And when the viewers switched to a third-person view, they finally saw it.

Parang’s face, as red as a freshly harvested carrot.

#

‘Ah.’

Parang’s mind was in turmoil.

Why did she start the broadcast from here? She should have just done it in the water.

As mentioned before, Drake Hive was located in a very remote part of the sea.

The nearest land was the southernmost tip of South America, where there were more penguins than people, and the closest warp station was on the Falkland Islands, 1000 km away from the Hive.

So, to get to the Hive, one had to either swim 1000 km from the Falklands or use a boat or helicopter.

Normally, she would swim, but she couldn’t afford to be too late for the broadcast.

So she took the fastest helicopter and flew over.

Up to that point, everything was OK.

Now, all she had to do was jump out of the helicopter, dive into the sea, and enter Drake Hive.

But suddenly, she wanted to show the viewers her diving from the helicopter.

Honestly, how could she resist broadcasting herself diving into the sea from a helicopter without any safety equipment?

So she started the broadcast, but oh no.

She was speechless.

Except for her first broadcast, she had always started underwater and ended outside, so even she had become desensitized, leading to this mistake.

Thus, she was in trouble!

She tried to speak, but only a faint voice came out.

Watching her, the chat was already in a festive mood.

It felt like they had already won before the broadcast even started.

Still, Yu Parang could be considered a professional broadcaster by now. (Not really.)

She took a deep breath and tried to say something.

“Uh, um… so… today… hyak!”

She bit her tongue.

Parang’s face, already red, swelled up as if it were about to explode, turning crimson.

Even the small hope that her voice might have been drowned out by the helicopter noise was shattered.

The high-performance Silo speakers immediately canceled out the surrounding noise as soon as Parang opened her mouth, delivering her voice in ASMR-level clarity.

─It’s a festival, damn it

─It’s time for the heroes to clip this!!

─It was a festival.

Parang buried her face in her hands, with only her beet-red ears hinting at her state.

She stayed like that for about three minutes.

Realizing she couldn’t continue like this, Parang boldly stood up and prepared to dive.

All she could think about was getting into the water.

This kind of dive was something she could do with her eyes closed, so even in this state, it should be easy.

She got into position and dived…

─Got the recording, haha

─What?!

─A recording!!

Parang hadn’t anticipated that and tried to stop mid-dive to say, “Delete that!!” but her voice came out as a faint whisper.

To make matters worse, the sky was indifferent. Trying to stop suddenly, she stumbled and crashed!

“Ugh?!!”

She landed on her butt on the helicopter floor and slid out, ejecting herself.

“I really hate you all!!!”

Swoosh.

She fell for about 30 seconds and then splashed into the water with a loud thud!

She tried to act nonchalant by slapping her cheeks quickly amidst the bubbles, but the train had long since left the station.

Initially, the viewers were alarmed, thinking, “What???” as they watched Parang fall without a parachute, but seeing her alive and well in the water, they sighed in relief and resumed their teasing.

─’DepressedWhenFoodIsTaken’ has donated 5000 won! –

[ Voice Recording ]

“Skip!!! Skip!!!!!!”

─Boo

─Rock

─Close your eyes

─Rock

─Me

─’DepressedWhenFoodIsTaken’ has donated 40000 won! –

[ Voice Recording ]

Parang tried to skip again but hesitated at the amount.

She had always thought that staying silent after receiving a donation of over 10000 won felt like committing a crime.

So she couldn’t bring herself to skip it and hesitated.

Meanwhile, the recorded voice file spilled out Parang’s dark past.

Unbeknownst to Parang, there was even a compilation of these on T-Tube.

After a long while of fidgeting, Parang finally blocked the donations, and the proper broadcast began.

─But where is this place?

“It’s the Drake Passage. The sea between South America and Antarctica.”

─No way, it’s 17000 km away from Korea

“That’s right.”

Saying so, Parang lowered the camera.

It was something she always did, but the viewers’ reactions were a bit different this time.

─Wow

─What’s that?

─Looks like an monster fish

─What is that?

In the far distance, something glowing could be seen below.

It was so far away that it was barely visible, just enough to confirm that “there’s a light over there.”

Nevertheless, the colors were quite vivid, and one could easily guess that it would be quite beautiful up close.

The viewers’ speculations varied.

As the saying goes, even a dog can recite poetry after three years in a school, so the viewers who had been following Parang’s broadcasts each offered reasonable opinions.

─Is it an object?

─Doesn’t it look like a monster fish?

But the viewers made one mistake: they didn’t realize that in this sea, “reason” didn’t apply.

“That light you see over there is the Drake Hive.”

The chat was immediately flooded with hooks.

It made sense because the boundary of the abyssal layer was at 700 meters below sea level, and the Hive appeared at least 1.5 km down.

And their current location?

The surface.

“The Drake Hive appears about 2.5 km down from here. It’s very beautiful, so it will be worth seeing.”

So, she was saying that the lights of the Hive, submerged 2500 meters below, could be seen from the surface.

Everyone marveled once again at the wonders of the deep sea.

“I’m going to dive down.”

Parang began to dive deeper and deeper.

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