Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 180

[(Seo Eunha) has been voted out. (Seo Eunha)’s role was (Mafia).]

“Knew it!”

• Whoa…
• I never doubted you, teacher.
• The great Miro!

Trying to take me out?

It was way too obvious.

“See, everyone? I am a true citizen, a doctor who even caught a mafia!”

With this, I had practically earned absolute trust.

After all, I had healed myself as a doctor and successfully outed a mafia.

Who would suspect me now?

[Miro, could you… not come too close? Your character is kinda unsettling….]

“Ah….”

• LOL
• Yeah, that character model is a bit much.
• Even we find it creepy, tbh.

[Eunha went straight for Miro first… wow.]

Anna sounded troubled, watching our dear junior try to take me out, fail, and then get executed.

But what could I do?

She was mafia.

She deserved it.

“Alright, let’s prepare for the next night. The cop hasn’t revealed anything, so I guess they didn’t find a mafia.”

How many are left now? Two?

Eleven players, and two of them are still mafia… this game might wrap up quickly.

All thanks to my hard carry.

Since I had revealed myself as the doctor, the mafia would definitely come for me next.

So, of course, I had to heal myself again.

Without hesitation, I clicked on my portrait to use my ability.

[You cannot use this ability until the next (day) phase.]

…What.

• ???
• Wait.
• LOOOOL
• You’re screwed.

[Miro, what’s wrong?]

“A-Ah, nothing.”

Wait, I can’t use my ability immediately?!

Just then, Maho sidled up to me and whispered:

[You can’t heal yourself back-to-back. You better hide, fast.]

“R-Right.”

• LMAO
• Miro OUT! Miro OUT!
• We’re gonna find his corpse tomorrow.
• Write your will, man.

For a split second, I imagined myself getting killed and having an awkward conversation with recently executed Seo Eunha.

No. I refuse.

I can survive this.

The mansion was huge—there had to be plenty of hiding spots.

I hurried into a random room and wedged myself under the bed.

• That’s kinda pathetic…
• Why does your character look so weird?
• This is gross, man.

Yeah, okay, my muscular avatar did look a bit off crawling under there.

But who cares? Survival was the priority.

“They’ll never find me here.”

Technically, my character model was too big to fit under the bed.

But hey—game logic.

If the game allowed it, it was fair.

So I curled up under the bed, holding my breath.

Night fell.

Morning arrived.

[(Mile) has been killed by the mafia. (Mile)’s role was (Citizen).]

…Well, I survived.

But someone else wasn’t so lucky.

[Mile is dead!]
[Aaaaah!]
[Doctor, what were you doing?!]
[Cop, reveal yourself already!]

Since it was the first citizen death, the lobby immediately erupted in chaos.

Everyone seemed to be really getting into this game.

Then again, looking at my bank account, it was hard not to enjoy a game that came with sponsorship money.

Also, the tension was real.

When it was nighttime, you could hear things, but you couldn’t see anything.

It really got your heart racing.

[You’re not coming down?]

While I was watching the chaos, a voice called out behind me.

This voice…

“Hail?”

[Yeah, it’s me.]

A blue-haired avatar waved at me.

Its movements were stiff—the typical awkward animation of a 3D game.

“What’s that?”

[Press ‘Z’.]

“Oh.”

I pressed the key, and my buff avatar started flailing in an equally awkward dance.

[…Ugh.]

Hail recoiled in visible horror.

• Gross LOL
• Why does his muscles wiggle like that…
• Bro, PLEASE change your character.

“This is cool, though.”

Muscles were awesome.

Once upon a time, I had wanted to be this ripped.

Didn’t work out, obviously.

• Confirmed: Miro’s type is muscle guys.
• Not gonna lie, it does look cool.

“Anyway, who do you think the mafia is?”

I might as well ask for Hail’s opinion.

Since she was into games, maybe she had a knack for deduction.

[Hmm… if I had to guess, one of the mafia is probably from the first-gen members.]

“Why’s that?”

[It’d be hard for a second-gen to vote off their seniors so easily.]

“Hmm… Eunha went for me immediately, though.”

• True LMAO
• Maybe she just found you annoying.
• Fun fact: Miro deserved it.

[Uh… well… I dunno.]

Hail trailed off, struggling to explain.

Now that I thought about it, Eunha’s behavior was a little strange.

Why target me first?

We had been hanging out together—so even if I had died, she would’ve been suspicious.

Maybe it was just inexperience?

Or she wasn’t used to playing Mafia?

Something to ask her later.

“For now, let’s go back to the lobby.”

[Yeah, let’s talk with everyone.]

Hail and I returned to the lobby and joined the discussions, but we didn’t get much closer to solving the mystery.

“This game is hard.”

That night, after everyone had scattered to hide, I lay down on top of the lobby table, lost in thought.

• Yeah, no kidding.
• Not an easy game.
• Uh… aren’t you supposed to be hiding?

“Why would I hide?”

I casually stretched out on the table.

Hiding? What for?

My ability’s cooldown was over.

“Super Citizen Miro does not hide.”

• General Hwang Miro, everyone.
  
• Above the mafia, there is only Miro.
  
• Respect, boss.
  
• Let’s see you try and kill him now, LOL.
  
• (Reminder: He was literally crawling under a bed last night.)
  

I was pretty confident I wouldn’t die.

Staying in the lobby, I started mapping out where everyone was going.

Since this was the main gathering spot, I could get a rough idea of where people were heading.

Basically, I was a human CCTV.

I memorized their movements, piecing together my deductions, but despite my efforts, as the days passed, the game only seemed to spiral deeper into confusion.

Come to think of it—if tracking movements alone could pinpoint the killer, I wouldn’t be a VTuber. I’d be a profiler.

At night, you can’t see anything. Someone could head left, then loop around to the right to make a kill and slip away unnoticed.

One by one, people were dying, yet the mafia wasn’t getting caught.

And I was starting to feel the pressure.

“…Are the mafia actually going to win this?”

[Seems like it…]

Anna and I, the remaining survivors, sat in the lobby, feeling increasingly discouraged.

• Yeah, this is rough.
• Feels hopeless.

There were only six of us left.

Me, Anna, Roa, Haeun, Habin, and Seolha.

Then, a thought struck me.

“Is our cop completely useless?”

[Right?]

When someone dies, their role is revealed.

And yet, the cop still hadn’t found a single mafia?

We were all gathered in the lobby, but at this point, even discussing it felt pointless.

I mean, we had already executed two innocent citizens based on wrong guesses.

The sound of their final screams still lingered… heavy on the conscience.

• Miro, if you hadn’t wrongly accused those two…
• This game’s biggest troll.
• How is this guy even a doctor?

Okay, fine. I had led the wrong votes.

But at the time, we had to make a move.

Too bad the results sucked.

Now, there were only two citizens left, plus me (the doctor), the cop, and two mafia members.

At least we still had the cop and doctor—so we weren’t completely screwed.

“If there are only a few people left, the cop should be able to reveal a mafia soon, right?”

[Yeah, they should find someone next round.]

• Or… maybe they should just shoot Miro first.
• Miro’s gotten more people killed than the actual mafia.

“For now, we just need to hold out. The longer we stall, the better it is for us.”

[Right, let’s hang in there.]

So, we decided to stick together.

Meanwhile, I noticed that Haeun and Habin were still alive.

They were both part of the Celestial Crew but… I hadn’t really spoken to them before.

Seo Eunha and Hail had joined Miro 24 Hours, so I was familiar with them.

I had also visited Seolha and Gaeun’s streams, so there was some connection.

But with Haeun and Habin?

There was a slight distance.

I guess I should try to get to know them eventually.

It would be awkward otherwise—especially since we were bound to collab more in the future.

That’s why I decided to take this opportunity.

I approached Haeun, who was standing alone.

Might as well start a conversation.

“Hey…”

[Oh, Miro-sunbae! What’s up?]

She greeted me cheerfully as I got closer.

She still had a bright personality, I see.

Getting past the awkwardness with her would probably be easy.

“Who do you think is the mafia?”

[Me? Hmm…]

Haeun hesitated, scanning the room before lowering her voice.

[I think… it’s Anna-sunbae.]

“…What?”

Anna?

She had been leading the discussions all this time. She was the one coordinating everyone’s thoughts.

“What makes you think that?”

[Well, she stands out the most, yet she hasn’t been killed. Even when two innocent people got executed, she didn’t hesitate at all.]

“…That’s true…”

• By that logic, Miro is sus too.
• Not gonna lie, it is suspicious.
• Damn, could it be Anna?
• This dude is so easily swayed lol.

Anna… is mafia?

Looking over at her, still deep in discussion with the others, I couldn’t help but see her in a different light.

“…Should we just vote her out?”

• BRO WTF LMAO
• WHY IS EXECUTION YOUR ONLY SOLUTION?
• Maybe ask the cop to investigate first?!

[Hmm, that’s not a bad idea. We’re running out of time anyway.]

I had expected more hesitation, but Haeun surprisingly agreed right away.

I guess the situation was making her anxious too.

“Alright, let’s go tell everyone.”

[Wait, right now?]

“You do agree with me, right?”

[Yeah, I do think she’s suspicious, but…]

“Then that’s enough.”

With that, I dragged Haeun to the center of the lobby.

“Anna-unnie.”

[Miro, calling me ‘unnie’ while using that avatar is… unsettling.]

“Haeun thinks you’re mafia. Is it true?”

[…What???]

[Miro-sunbae?!]

“I mean, I don’t know for sure. She was really confident about it, though.”

[Excuse me?!]

“Well, shouldn’t you two… talk it out?”

• Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
• CATFIGHT INCOMING.
• This is what Mafia is all about.
• Miro tried to get used, but he turned it around LOL.
• This is politics. Welcome to ‘MiroTV’.

Time for a duel.

The loser gets the rope.