“Ahh… Shit.”

I kept staring at the curved monitor I had bought during my first big purchase from earning money through stocks.

My mother gave me the name Sanova. However, I prefer if people just call me San. It fits perfectly because I was the third and youngest son. Although that is not the main reason why I don’t want to be called by my official first name.

My last name is Dickenson so it does not take an adult's brain to see what’s wrong here.

The history why I end up with that name despite my brothers having normal ones like Zack and Edward is because I am supposed to be a mistake.

Yes, there are a lot of jokes about how a child is a mistake for their parents, but my case is different. I am literally the product of the reason why my mother and father do not live together anymore.

I end up being in the care of my mother because of reasons, and she named me such because of how much he hates father.

I never saw what my father looked like, but it does not matter for my current situation.

“This Cryptocurrency is down bad… Very bad.”

The reason why I can’t remove my eyes from the line graph heading hell on the monitor is because of this very reason.

If you cannot tell from the short description about me how my mother does not like me, then I’ll say it once more- She hates me very much to the point that I was forced out of the house as soon as I hit 16.

Not 18 but 16.

I was lucky she did not throw me in some trash bin before I even gained consciousness with how much she hates me.

But alas, me being an otaku does not help my position in the family.

Maybe her patience finally snapped when I bought a body pillowcase of an anime waifu that one time because the day after, I was asked to pack my things.

I still have that pillowcase in my drawer clean like it was newly bought. I’m a neat freak despite being an otaku.

“… I guess checking where that pillowcase did not change the trajectory of the graph at all. Shit, I should have not followed the trend.”

Ever since I started doing part-time jobs on my own to avoid living in the streets, I’ve been trying my luck in stock trading using a bit of my salary. I’ve got my fair share- more than what I expected I can earn by being a novice stock trader. But I guess my luck ran out when I’ve been introduced to Cryptocurrency.

Fortunately for me, I’m not stupid enough to put all my money in something very fickle and uncertain.

I already sold all my crypto before it goes down any further. I’m not going to wait and pray its value would suddenly rise overnight. With a bit of research, I understood the currency I put all my eggs into had some problems- big problems that are impossible to return to anywhere close where I can earn back what I invested.

“Of course, all of this happened as soon as I got fired from my job.”

Now I am left with few bucks that can last me a month at least and a PC that I built up using half of what I earned, I’m left with nothing to spare.

“This would be my last Superchat for a while. But I’m going to continue supporting you, Lala-tan”

“Thank you very much. Hopefully, I will see you soon San-san”

A red textbox appeared on the chat on the V-tuber I was watching. I am the one who sent it knowing that I should probably find a way to feed myself first.

If possible, I prefer working online rather than entertain customers which I have been doing for the last two jobs I had.

“Should I start day-to-day trading again…? No, I can’t depend on my luck always. I haven’t study stocks that much to be that confident to return.”

I laid back on my chair as I think what is the direction of my future. The singing stream of Lala-tan is still playing in the background.

“… Should I start streaming?”

The best thing in this single room apartment I have is my PC. Watching the latest anime and playing video games is what I’ve been doing for all of my free time. This high spec PC is kind of a waste when the videogames I am playing were created five to ten years ago.

Lala-tan is earning tens of thousands just streaming for a day with the number of red super chat viewers were giving her. I can tell she is probably a millionaire right now after watching her every day.

There were a lot of merchandise and figurines of her in my room. It was one of many merchandises I had from many more I had bought when I enjoyed watching these characters from anime series and V-tubers. And If I don’t have any ways to earn money soon, then collecting these treasures is nothing but a dream.

However, food and rent still come first. My hobby comes second in my priority.

“Streaming does not sound bad. Not only can I game all day, but I’ll also get rich in no time doing it. But I rather not show my face like V-tubers do.”

I’ve got a bit of time to test the waters on the streaming scene. Maybe a week or two weeks before I start looking for another job. It is understandable the streaming scene is a competitive scene. And with a personality or gaming skill like mine, I doubt I can even have ten viewers at the same time.

I can try and audition for V-tubers groups and companies, but why would they accept a boring personality? So if I want to start streaming, it will be a treacherous journey.

All odds were stacked against me and I know that. However, what is pushing me to try streaming is because I’m too lazy to go out and work like a normal citizen of society would do. I rather take the chance of making a livelihood doing what I want.

That is why I’m giving myself a two-week period to see if I can turn streaming into full-blown career or just a sideline hobby.

“What would be my first game… Battle Royale? MMORPG? MOBA games?”

I have tried almost all types of games and enjoyed them. However, I am a jack of all trades and a master of none. Enticing viewers with my gaming skills is out of the line.

“Maybe I should try my luck in a new game that has potential.”

I change the tab on the desktop and look for ‘Newly Released Games’ in gaming news sites. None seems to take my interest or show any potential to become the next Big Game.

Scrolling down in Steam until I reach the lowest of the lows of newly released tab whereas puzzle games with R-rated game cover lurk- Everything was an uninspiring product.

The most popular games on the platform right now have countless streamers streaming their game at the moment. Joining the fray in the midst of this battlefield will barely give me any viewers.

“I guess this is what testing the waters means. I’ll just shut up and play like I usually do. It’s just streaming… I’ll learn how to talk less awkward in an imaginary audience while playing.”

Ding Dong~

The doorbell rang.

“Hm? I don’t expect any delivery soon. Must be some door-to-door seller.”

I stood up and peak into the door hole to see what it’s all about. Contrary to what I thought, there was no one besides a small package drop on my welcome mat.

“What’s this? Is this a prank or something that bombs me with glitter as soon as I open it? I did not scam anyone from what I remember.”

This looks very strange no matter how I look at it.

However, curiosity killed the cat. I still brought the package back to my humble room.

My mindset was that there should be nothing that’s dangerous that is the size of both of my hands combined and thin as one of my fingers.

“What’s this, a catalog book?”

I prepared a knife to cut open through the package. Making sure I do it far away from my PC in case something pops out. Although I don’t see that happening.

“A USB flash drive…? And why is it packaged in such a large plastic container? That just makes it annoying to throw it away.”

A black flash drive with nothing written on it. Even the brand name is non-existent. This triggers many alarms inside my head.

The possibilities of what is inside of this are endless. It can be a troll with gigabytes of porn of questionable kinks or viruses that can kill my PC in seconds. Although one thing is for sure.

This flash drive is not going into my PC port anytime soon.

…

Click~

“What the fuck!?”

My consciousness went out for a good minute and the next thing I know, my monitor notified me that the flash drive contents is being installed.

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