I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work - Chapter 109
A crisis descends upon Mr. Kim, who desires the song of Majia, and the Ban-Pl sniper.
Unable to handle the ongoing chaos, Mr. Kim swiftly decides to clean up the talk code like a pro.
[🎮Talk Code]
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Online – 7
Out of the original fifty or so members in the talk code, only seven remained, just enough to include Mr. Kim and the essential crew.
The original six were all veterans well-versed in forming sniping parties.
And taking charge during this coalition was none other than Magia369, who not only managed the server but consistently checked Majia’s streams and provided real-time location updates.
Now that real communication with the elite members was finally happening…
In the tumultuous sixth round, lucky for them, Majia finished in third place.
Maybe it was due to a successful member diet, but from the seventh round onward, no further shenanigans poked their heads in.
[Magia369: Looks like this is how it ends]
[Magia369: I expected it would be a spot for anonymous folks]
[👑Magia404: Can’t be helped]
[👑Magia404: Just keep doing what you’re doing and let us know Majia’s location]
However, just as Mr. Kim’s group had shed some weight, blocking Majia became remarkably more challenging.
The viewers were originally a mixed bag.
Some wanted to dethrone Majia to hear her sing.
Others seized the opportunity for a chat in-game, circling Majia while making small talk.
And there were those who simply wanted to bump heads with Majia to see who was stronger.
Thus, from the seventh to the ninth round, the Ban-Pl sniper talk code was clean, but Majia’s ranking remained precariously at 3rd, 3rd, and 2nd.
Especially in the ninth round.
Mr. Kim’s squad captured the house in the heart of the final gravitational pull first, and lucky for them, Majia’s smoke grenades ran out perfectly in time.
Had it not been for that, they would have handed her the victory right then and there.
But here comes the tenth round.
Now, they only needed to win this last round.
[Uff, I’m getting tired.]
[Me too.]
[What’s making this so tough…?]
Everyone’s focus was on the edge.
The mental fatigue was no joke.
If the opponent was someone like Momo, who plays casually, it wouldn’t be a problem.
But establishing dominance over diamond-ranked disruptors isn’t easy, especially when Majia is that user smashing heads while moving closer to Master rank.
And thanks to play styles recognized by even past pros, no matter how hard the Ban-Pl sniper tried, they couldn’t get near.
Moreover, they had to keep peeking at the second monitor constantly, cross-referencing locations based on updates, while dodging potential backstabs from apparent viewers mixed in with the disruptors.
There was just so much to keep an eye on.
And so, the tenth round, a custom game room opened.
Mr. Kim managed to squeeze into the room just in time, but the remaining members did not.
[Aw man, couldn’t get in.]
[Ugh, one spot…! Sorry!]
The final six members were elite among elites, never having dropped out until now.
This time, only four of them managed to barely make it in.
The room was so packed it was tough for those four to even form a squad.
“It can’t be helped. Let’s forget about the team and stick together,” Mr. Kim decided.
[Confirmed.]
[Got it.]
Thank goodness for Magia369, who was still giving precise location updates.
With gratitude for all his hard work, Mr. Kim typed into the chat.
[👑Magia404: Thank you, 369, for consistently reporting the accurate locations. I know it couldn’t have been easy.]
[👑Magia404: Let’s hang in there for the climax!]
But 369 didn’t respond.
[👑Magia404: 369?]
Meanwhile, Majia was busy throwing out some banter on her stream.
[So, we’re about to start the match that decides our fates. Will you all allow me to sing if I win, or will my win mean random goodies for the fans? Drumroll!]
At just that moment, with 89 players loading into the game, 369 abruptly left a strange message.
[Magia369: The final round is a real showdown]
[Magia369: Let’s do this]
– Magia369 has left the server.
Mr. Kim was flabbergasted.
Was this what it felt like to be haunted?
A real showdown?
Only one person would say something like that to the Ban-Pl snipers.
“Don’t tell me… it was Majia…?”
369 had been at the forefront of dethroning Majia ever since before the talk code was formed.
He’d taken the initiative to create a talk code server to help snipers connect, handing over server authority to Mr. Kim, who was well-suited to be the leader while he played a supportive role.
He was even the one to sprinkle gift cards when discord arose among the members, trying to revive the atmosphere.
But 369 being Majia?
Were the other members thinking the same as Mr. Kim? They looked just as dumbfounded.
[Uh… No way.]
[That’s just a guess. No way they’d reveal their own positions on purpose.]
[If they lose, they have to sing! They wouldn’t do that. It doesn’t make sense.]
Their suspicions were bordering on certainty, yet everyone had no choice but to deny it.
After all, if 369 was indeed Majia, that meant she had announced her location while finishing 2nd in the previous match.
Moreover, it was practically admitting that Mr. Kim’s group had utterly failed in their egos against the very Ban-Pl snipers they had taken pride in enjoying.
Even if they wanted to shout that the official could disrupt them like this, it wasn’t like they could openly commend organized attacks from viewers during a fest.
In the end, Mr. Kim made a late attempt to fix the atmosphere.
“I may have spoken out of turn. Sorry for dragging the mood down. Let’s push on for the final stretch!”
But by then, the mood had sunk to an all-time low.
It was a major crisis for the viewers wishing to hear Majia sing.
Would there genuinely be no one to take down Majia?
*
Meanwhile, the chat exploded over Majia reaching second place.
— Kyaaahhhh
— I knew it! They called it a viewer game, but it’s full of actors, right?
— This is rigged!
— Please, let Majia sing! Please, let Majia sing! Please, let Majia sing! Please, let Majia sing!
— This is a dream! This is a dream! This is a dream! This is a dream!
— Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose! Lose!
— Honestly, this is rigged! Let’s just admit it, haha! Come on, can we just wrap this up and agree?
Majia had carefully dismantled the only risk that could snatch her by the throat, allowing her to reach this point, but that was completely invisible to the viewers, making their reactions quite predictable.
But she wasn’t about to just roll over for the win.
In reality, it was all scripted that she would lose this round.
Well, wouldn’t second place be thrilling?
Those hoping to hear Majia sing were likely sweating bullets.
But they should also grasp that it’s not everyday’s business to listen to Majia’s songs.
However, the event that was supposed to go smoothly started spiraling into chaos thanks to an unexpected character.
{{February 19th Majia’s First Single Release >> (Head)(Fainted) I’ll choose d*ath}}
It was all due to a k*ll log by a suspiciously named viewer.
Since it was Majia + Momo vs the viewers, k*ll logs popping up right from the start was unusual.
Seeing just the Santa hat, it was easy to tell they were a fellow viewer.
Everyone confirmed that to take down Majia, they needed to pull their strengths together, as evidenced by her rising rank.
{{February 19th Majia’s First Single Release >> (Head)(Fainted) Ali-Oli-Al}}
{{February 19th Majia’s First Single Release >> (Head)(Fainted) Uuuuuh So Cool}}
Thus, the continuous wave of k*ll logs right after starting was more bizarre than strange.
Even though there were folks who messed around among the viewers, they typically got surrounded and taken out quickly.
The user February 19 was slicing through viewers without even a scratch!
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<🔫Take Down Majia!🔫>
*Rule1: Majia uses only shotguns and smoke grenades
*Rule2: Viewers can use any firearms; only smoke grenades are allowed among throwable weapons
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But as visible in the notice at the top left of the screen, fighting among viewers wasn’t outright against the rules.
If Majia won, someone would receive a limited goods package.
In fact, quite a few people were plotting behind the scenes to disrupt the game on purpose.
– – Survivors 64 –
However, to take out this many viewers was unexpected.
Majia and Momo had only taken down ten out of twenty-five, meaning fifteen had been taken down by the user February 19.
With it being the final round, balancing needed to be applied, but who could have imagined that an unexpected power player would throw Majia’s scripted outcome into jeopardy.
“Looks like there’s a peculiar player among the participants.”
“… Huh? Who?”
Fortunately, Majia had an inkling of who it was.
The weapon icons seen in consistent k*ll logs and the enduring headshot ratios were clues to their identity.
“Did one of our viewers happen to be a former pro?”
“What? Who came? Where?”
— What?
— A former pro?
— Is it for the goodies?
— Nooo!
— Kyaaah! My Majia’s song!!!
— Why’s that former pro coming back right now just because of the goodies?
The nickname ‘February 19th Majia’s First Single Release’ sounded oddly familiar.
Majia instantly reminded of ‘First Generation Student’s Anniversary Song Release on November 5th’ the moment she saw it.
And the firearm they were using was a handgun, with an overwhelmingly high headshot ratio.
It was too likely that a former pro who got revved up after seeing Majia’s Pandemic Village and started practicing pistols popped up in her mind.
“… Hold on. Could it be Movgun?”
“Not entirely sure. Just a hunch.”
The president quickly asked for cover from Mr. Movgun before dialing him up.
“Hello?”
Movgun’s voice flowed out through the speakerphone.
[Oh. What’s going on?]
“Dude, are you February 19?”
[What? What are you talking about? I just woke up.]
As Majia listened to Movgun’s clean voice, she commented.
“Someone waking up clearly has a voice way too crystal clear. Sounds exactly like someone waiting until they finished eating to stream but saw something interesting pop up and desperately jumped in only to fail many times before finally getting into the tenth game.”
At that statement, Movgun burst out laughing.
[What the heck? How did you hit the mark so precisely?]
“Streamers all have that kind of vibe, you know? So, why are you slashing through viewers? Is it for the goodies?”
It’s perfectly fine for streamers to partake secretly as viewers, so long as they don’t get caught.
But the moment they’re discovered, they must provide evidence proving they are true fans.
Be it the duration of their memberships, the goodies they bought and owned, or their donation history.
Only with clear proof can they gain everyone’s acknowledgment, you see.
If not, Movgun would be sacrificed as a penalty for ruining the game while Majia could end up having to play another game.
Knowing her own work ethics focusing on efficiency and time, Majia wasn’t thrilled about the idea of playing another match.
Depending on Movgun’s reply, who had shown some ‘good boy’ progress from ‘none’ to ‘tsk-tsk’, there was a looming chance he could drop to ‘scrap food’ rating.
Soon, Movgun spoke.
[People keep shooting at me, and I ended up dying first.]
Hearing that, it clicked for Majia.
In official tournaments, skins aren’t allowed.
So, former pro players often forget their skins after retiring, and it seemed Movgun forgot his Santa hat, which would have been a symbol of his allegiance to the viewers.
“Were you wearing a Santa hat?”
[Ah, I forgot it.]
“That’s why they sh**t. You and the president are literally the only ones without hats in the game.”
[What a blunder.]
— Blunder, huh? Haha!
— Haha, what a mess!
— Wait, were we actually on the same side? Haha!
— Seriously, why’d you forget to wear the hat? LOL!
[Oh, and by the way, it’s not because I want to get a first generation merch. I have all subscriptions for first generation, but I don’t collect the goodies.]
He desperately tried to claim he isn’t a full-on fan, but having subscribed already essentially made him one of those ‘true fans’ out there.
Hell, quite a few people had lamented in Movgun’s gallery that algorithms had turned into VTubers because of him, saying, ‘I found great songs I didn’t care about, thanks to Movgun!’
With that level of attachment, you’d think he was already pretty hooked.
Though admittedly, it can be quite entertaining to see those who used to vehemently deny things starting to go downhill.
“So, is taking me down your mission?”
Movgun took a deep breath before saying this.
[As a viewer, let me say one thing. Hey, Majia, sing a song already! Do I have to go through the trouble of sniping just to hear you sing?]
— ? Haha!
— Hahaha!
— Suddenly seething!
— Like seriously, I’m getting mad too!
— You too?
— I support this!
Majia muttered with a deadpan expression.
“What’s so special about my singing? It’s not like I’m good at it.”
[No! Whether it’s good or not, I’m curious, so just sing! I’m not some mermaid who lost her voice or something here! At this rate, I will be the one about to drown!]
— Kyaaah!
— Finally, a counterattack!
— Oh, refreshing!
[But in any case, brace yourself. I came here to finish this game.]
— Movgun!
— The Great Movgun!
— Movgun! Movgun! Movgun! Movgun!
— The First Sword of Waldo, Movgun!!!!!
At this rate, Majia couldn’t help but lighten up a bit.
If Movgun were indeed there merely to carry the viewers, it wouldn’t affect the script significantly.
“Just hurry up. You’ve seen where I am, right?”
But Movgun was all about fair play.
His pride and ego as a former pro were still intact.
[Why would I watch the stream? That’s just lame. We’ll eventually meet at the end anyway.]
— Ah, come on! Haha!
— Just check it out already!
— This is a legal Ban-Pl event, why aren’t you watching!?
— Just please, take me down…
At that moment, Majia slightly altered the plan.
While the last round’s defeat was scripted, losing to Movgun and then singing wasn’t something Majia wanted to do.
Oh, but he liked playing fair, didn’t he?
She had no choice but to do it her way, fairly.
“Then how about this? Since you helped me win because of the viewers, I’ll make you an offer. I get it, it’d feel weird to hear I won thanks to you.”
Everyone’s eyes were on her as Majia stated.
“For this round, even if I win, I will accept the singing penalty.”
— What?!
— ?
— Really?
“For that, I want you, the one who helped me win, to do it with me as well. We can either split an hour or do it together.”
Mr. Movgun, the 2 million sub YouTuber, might not carry the same weight as Yura, who holds 2.5 million subs, but if he sang as a penalty, that alone would get eyes glued to the screen.
But if the song happened to be from Parallel?
You can bet it would erupt into a media frenzy.
Majia was not about to let that pumpkin roll away from her own.
[Okay. Let’s do that.]
However, what Majia didn’t know was the immense impact on her fandom she would face while completing a penalty karaoke with a male viewer a mere short while after Valentine’s Day.
Though most of her fans acknowledge that Majia is a working adult rather than a VTuber, that didn’t mean they could stop the obsession from turning into something murkier.
— *Snicker snicker*
— Jia, I feel myself getting darker…
— Please, win Movgun!
— Movgun, for crying out loud, just win even if it means resorting to Ban-Pl!
— We must not allow this karaoke pairing!!
— Kyaaah!
— Please win!
— Lose! Please, Majia, lose! Majia, lose! Kyaaah!
— I can’t allow this songbird’s fate!
— If you do, make sure to take me down before you go!
— Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win! Please, Movgun win!