Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 156

Seolha, a proud member of Celestial Realm’s second generation and a newly debuted rookie, was on the verge of losing her mind.

‘Why… why is this happening?!’

Because the legendary Miro was camped out in her stream, comfortably chatting away.
During her live broadcast.

Among Celestial Realm Gen 2, Miro’s stream had a notorious reputation.
Some of them had witnessed it firsthand—
Her viewers were terrifying creatures.

Cursing in chat was standard behavior.
They were constantly waiting for the perfect moment to roast the streamer.
And when they saw an opening, they struck without hesitation.

They set the chat on fire and rarely listened to anything.
And yet, somehow, Miro thrived in this chaos.

She controlled the madness instead of being consumed by it.
Which was precisely why she shined even brighter in their eyes.

Maintaining control over a raging chat was not easy.
And turning that into a successful, entertaining stream was even harder.

“A-ahem.”

Seolha took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

Miro had helped her during her debut stream.
With a single comment, she had tamed the chat before it could spiral out of control.

From that moment on, Seolha had sworn her loyalty to Miro.

This was fine.
No—this was an opportunity to impress her.

Besides, Gen 2’s viewership was still far behind Gen 1’s.
Having someone as big as Miro drop by was a huge advantage.

Or maybe not.
But whatever.
She decided to think positively.

“O-oh, I think the left song is better?”

(Miro) – Hmm… but isn’t the right one better?

“A-ah, but, um, the left one is…”

(Miro) – Haha, Seolha, just go with what feels right. But, you know, the right one is definitely better in terms of melody and lyrics… but of course, it’s personal preference. Haha.

“Uh, um… now that I hear it again, maybe the right one is better?”

(Miro) – Ehh? No, stick to your choice. Go with the left one.

…What the hell was she supposed to do?!

Seolha had gone to university, but she had zero experience with workplace hierarchy.
She had no immunity to this kind of senior behavior.

“T-then… I’ll pick the left one.”

She genuinely liked the left song better.
It had a more sentimental, wintry vibe that tugged at her heartstrings.

However—

(Miro) – Wow. You really picked that one? (shook)

“Uh… uh….”

Just as Seolha started to panic—

(Miro) – Haha, just kidding.

Oh.

Ohhh.

Now, Seolha understood.

This was why Miro’s chat followed her so well.
Why she had complete control over her audience.

She was like this herself.
A beast who understood other beasts.

Heroes recognize heroes.
Demons recognize demons.

She had simply tamed her viewers because she was one of them.

(Miro) – Left was good too. Haha.

“R-right?!”

Thus began Seolha’s chaotic K-pop World Cup with Miro.

“How about this one?”

(Miro) – Don’t ask me. Just pick what you like.

“O-oh, right…”

(Miro) – But, if I had to choose, the left song feels more like a proper idol track. But of course, it’s your decision. I just personally like the left one better. Haha.

“A-ahaha, um, me too!”

(Miro) – Don’t lie. You liked the right one better, didn’t you?

Seolha stared at the screen.

Should I just quit streaming?

No.
No.

She reminded herself—
This was all for her own good.

Her viewership was steadily rising, after all.

And then, she remembered something the manager had once said.

After all of Gen 2 had been mass banned from Miro’s chat, they had asked the manager for help.

“Just don’t take Miro too seriously.”

At the time, Seolha had protested.

“How can we not? She’s our senior!”

But now, she finally understood.

Well… sort of.

(Miro) – Hmm… the right one is kinda bland, isn’t it?

How am I supposed to ignore this?!

And, of course—

– 20
– Yeah, kinda mid.
– LOL Miro is right.

Her viewers immediately took Miro’s side.

Were they just looking for an excuse to bully her?

She worried that her audience was developing bad habits,
but for now, she just tried to stay calm and move forward.

“Okay, next match!”

This time, both songs were very different.
The left one was a high-energy boy group song.
The right one was a bright and bubbly girl group song.

But more importantly—

The left song was by Beastz.

A legendary boy group.

And one of Seolha’s favorites.
She listened to their songs all the time.
She even had a bias.

But what would Miro think?

“A-ahaha, I really like the left one!”

She said it honestly.

– 20
– Yeah, it’s good.
– Hmm…
– Nice song.
– Can y’all stop typing “hmm”?! It’s so annoying.

The chat’s reaction was fine.
But Seolha was distracted—
Half her focus was on Miro’s reaction.

She said to pick confidently,
but how could she not worry?

So she cautiously asked—

“Miro-senpai, what do you think?”

No response.

Huh?

Was this… a new mind game?

Just as she started overthinking—

– Miro left LMAO
– She’s gone
– Where did she go?

“W-what? She left?!”

Without a word?
After shaking her up this much?!

Panicked, Seolha checked the moderator list.

If Miro was still here, she’d show up in the list.

But—

“She really left?!”

– LMAOOOO
– Huh??
– Where did she go?

“H-haha…”

At this point, all she could do was laugh.

…Maybe this was a blessing in disguise.

She picked Beastz’s song with relief.
And hoped Miro wouldn’t return anytime soon.

Meanwhile, Miro had fled from Seolha’s stream.

No way in hell was she staying after a friend’s song came up.

“Whew… that was a close one.”

– Close one??
– She’s crazy
– Seolha is kinda cute tho
– Bullying juniors is fun
– Who’s next?

“Next? What do you mean next? We’re done.”

She wasn’t a junior bully.

…But then, her eyes landed on another live stream.

“Oh? Haeil’s playing a game?”

She tried to resist.
But—

– LOL RAID TIME
– She can’t stop
– This game looks familiar…

“Wait, isn’t this a game I played before?”

It was.

A brutal, turn-based roguelike.
A game she had quit after an hour and a half.

“Ah, he’s gonna suffer.”

– She’s going in
– He’s doomed

“Well, I am an experienced player…”

With a devilish grin, she clicked on the stream.

(Miro) – Haeil, hello~

And so, the next raid began.