The recording progress had somehow reached the final episode thanks to my hard carry.
Only three pages remained.
Even the bare minimum of staff outside had set down their work as if spellbound by my voice, watching me.
“I can’t believe he can even do the male parts. This is totally inhuman. What do you think, Director?”
“Don’t ask me.”
“Was doing two voices at once earlier like ventriloquism? At this point, I can’t tell if this is a recording session or a magic show.”
“Right? Surely he can’t do sound effects with his mouth too? Then it’d be a perfect solo play.......”
At that moment, I raised my right hand and signaled to stop the recording.
It wasn’t because I’d stuttered or mispronounced anything.
The moment I turned to the next page of the script, countless questions had arisen about the director.
“Hey, Director. Come here.”
“Yes......”
Director Choi Junho followed me docilely without a shred of resistance at a single word.
“The Director’s getting dragged away again.”
“If you know he’s being dragged away, don’t just watch—help him.”
After several repeated occurrences, the staff had learned that I now outranked the director.
It was a situation where the roles of host and guest had been reversed, but my overwhelming skill made the staff accept the circumstances.
“So, Sanbeom-nim, what is it this time?”
“Are you asking because you really don’t know?”
“Idunno?”
The director answered “idunno” with such pure, innocent sincerity that for a moment I wanted to slap him.
“Read.”
I pointed to a portion of the script and ordered.
“Okaaaay........... Ah, uugh, t-there, that’s sensitive. Good, so good. I love you, Lee Hayeon. Because I love you.”
The director read the line as flatly as reading from a language textbook, doing his utmost not to immerse himself in the emotion.
“See, now do you get it?”
“.......So you’re saying you can’t do it?”
“It’s filled with over a page of moans and gasps! You fox bastard! How do you expect me to do this!!”
As the animation’s plot progressed, I’d had a feeling that kind of scene would appear.
Still, I’d thought they would know to hit the brakes on their end......
Who knew they’d slam the accelerator instead.
“E-even so, we cannot modify the scene. This very scene is one our studio poured its soul into creating. It must never be changed!”
In his voice lay the cunning of a gumiho, yet also a resonance that welled up from genuine sincerity rather than deceit.
Once the fox had borrowed the tiger’s might, the fox could never defy the tiger.
Because if the fox slipped up before the tiger, it would immediately be devoured under the pretext of the fox borrowing the tiger’s might.
Yet the fact that he was going this far....... meant there was something to it.
“Jangsanbeom-nim! How could you, Jangsanbeom-nim, who must devour and harness human voices, turn tail and flee from a human voice?!”
This was a provocation. This bastard was trying to use my pride to achieve what he wanted.
This bastard was essentially gambling with his own life.
A gumiho gambling with its life? Unless it had extra lives equal to its number of tails, it was practically madness.
And against me, no less.
Interesting.....
This one was somehow different from the countless gumiho I’d seen before.
“Fine, it’s only once. I’ll give it a shot.”
I figured it wouldn’t be bad to play along for a bit.
“Thank you!”
And so, I perfectly recorded all those damned lines.
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.
.
“Haaa, I’m exhausted. Completely drained.”
Was it too much after all to record all of that in a single day?
I didn’t even have the strength left to lift a finger.
It was only because I didn’t have a part-time job today....... Had I had one, I would have had to drag this body all the way to the convenience store.
Ding! [3,000,000 won has been deposited into Sanbeom-nim’s account.]
He’d said he would deposit it immediately, and uncharacteristically for a fox, he truly had deposited it immediately.
Still, it wasn’t enough money yet.
“Should I look for another part-time job?”
My eyes, which had been scouring part-time job recruitment sites, caught a certain recruitment notice.
“‘Haunted House Part-Time Job Recruitment’?”
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Wetube channel with 400,000 subscribers: [Dodohan].
She was a female streamer who mainly broadcasted games.
“Hey everyone, hiya! It’s Dodohan!”
The viewer count and chat messages shot up the moment the stream started.
Until a decent number of viewers had gathered, Dodohan exchanged some small talk with her audience before moving on to the main topic.
“Today’s content is a viewer voice impression contest! The grand prize is a whopping five chicken gifticons! Well then, let’s get started!”
-Let’s go.
-Gogo
-Already curious what kind of monsters we’ll see
-Real
As befitting the fame of having 400,000 subscribers, quite a lot of people participated in the voice impression contest.
Internally, Dodohan cheered ‘Easy content, absolute jackpot!’ as she started the voice impression contest.
“Alright, the first person........”
[“Understanding is the emotion farthest from admiration.”]
It was only the first entry, yet it was already no pushover.
The voice impression quality was near perfection, and reactions exploded in the chat.
-Is that a voice actor?
-That’s insane.
-Hahahahaha
-I participated too..... I don’t think I can beat that
-When did I start mistakenly thinking this was a voice impression contest?
“Alright, moving on.”
Dodohan examined the voices of the participants in the voice impression contest one by one.
Some had done voice impressions with ordinary lines, and some had even sung passionately while maintaining the impression.
“This participant sure did a lot.”
Usually, those who entered voice impression contests could do six or seven impressions at most.
But this participant had uploaded a whopping fourteen voice impressions.
The participant’s voice impressions were perfect.
As if they had brought in the original voice rather than an impression.
-No verification either.
-Just skip it.
-Real lol
Despite the perfect voice impression, the chat’s reaction was negative.
Usually, to verify that it was a voice impression, one inserted their own natural voice in the middle in a so-called “verification.”
Imperfect voice impressions didn’t need it, but for a performance this perfect, “verification” was absolutely necessary.
This voice impression boasted a quality infinitely close to the original—no, it was practically the original itself.
In such cases, if there was no verification, it was usually assumed that the original audio had been used and the entry disqualified.
Still, she had to listen until the end, so Dodohan played the final audio.
“The winner of this voice impression contest is this person!”
-?
-??
-Is this for real?
-????????
-You’re giving first place to the one with no verification?
-Na
-Na
-Na
-Rak
-Na
-Rak
-Rak
-Rak
The chat window ablaze with outrage over my “statement”.......?
I’ve never said anything like this...?!
What is this?!!
Dodohan racked her brain, trying to understand the situation.
Shit, what the hell?
Then, her eyes caught the words written below the voice impression audio.
[Dodohan Voice Impression]
Click.
[The winner of this voice impression contest is this person!]
When she pressed the play button with her mouse, that voice was heard again, clear as day.
This time, not just Dodohan but the viewers as well were thrown into a mental breakdown.
“Guys, it looks like what I said earlier wasn’t me, but a voice impression.....?”
-That was a voice impression just now?
-That’s fucking scary?!
-Goosebumps!
-It must be AI or something?
-Probably. No, it has to be!
AI, right. These days AI has advanced so much, they can probably make stuff like this with AI too....
“Running AI detection.”
With AI photos and voices on the rise, there were separate sites that could distinguish them.
Dodohan thought, ‘I’m glad I looked this up for times like this,’ and uploaded the voice to the site.
“Thump-thump, thump-thump...... Huh? It says it’s not AI.....?”
-?????
-Streamer, you recorded it yourself, right? It’s a hidden camera prank?
“N.....o.”
-Scripted
-Scripted
-It’s scripted
-Lame!
“I’m telling you it’s not!”
When she listened to the other voice impressions, she hadn’t felt it as keenly.
But there was an emotion that could only be felt when one became the target of a voice impression.
Beyond surprise or confusion, she felt a certain fear.
“W-well, let me listen to all the other participants’ entries first.”
She had to continue the content first, so she grabbed the mouse with trembling hands and played the next audio.
But the shock from earlier had been so great that nothing registered in her ears.
Seeing that the chat window contained only messages about that earlier participant, it seemed the viewers were in the same state.
“Now we’ll vote among the selected candidates.....”
It was a method where Dodohan first selected candidates with high-quality voice impressions, and the viewers voted directly in the final round to choose the ultimate winner.
It was a way to encourage viewer participation, raising the content’s quality while maintaining the viewer count until the end of the stream.
“First place is....... congratulations to the person who did the Dodohan impression!”
The person who had done the Dodohan impression took first place with an overwhelming vote margin.
She planned to send the chicken gifticon after contacting the winner separately once the stream ended.
“Guys, should we invite this person to our next guest segment?”
There were still people in the chat who thought I had scripted it.
If those people went elsewhere to cause trouble, it would create quite an annoying situation.
Besides, a guest segment was content too.
Dispelling the suspicion of scripting while composing content—it was literally killing two birds with one stone.
The chat reactions seemed positive too, so she should ask when sending the chicken gifticon.