About

Five years ago, I graduated from university and landed a job. But even with a steady career, I found myself longing for a profession that could bring joy to others. From then on, I started filming videos with my old phone after work. "Hello everyone~ I'm Seyo! Today, we're going to be reviewing some jellies!" Starting with that video, I uploaded content consistently. As a result, I gathered 1,000 subscribers within six months. I quit my stable job and pivoted to becoming a full-time YouTuber. I posted videos three times a week and even hired an editor. I played games, reviewed snacks, and returned every day with fresh, non-repetitive content. And today marks my fifth year as a YouTuber. 860,000 subscribers. To be precise, 869,000. I'm just a step and a half away from one million. However. On October 10, 2026, I uploaded my final video. I had so much fun during my time on YouTube. Seeing the subscriber count grow always brought a smile to my face. But the number of malicious comments grew in proportion to my popularity. "What are you doing at your age?" "Aren't you ashamed in front of your parents?" "Pathetic." I felt like I could no longer film videos with a smile. I hoped this wouldn't be the end, but it felt like it had to be. Today, I asked my editor for one last favor and uploaded the video.