I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work - Chapter 110

At this point, the audience’s thoughts about Movgun were split down the middle.

On one side, there were those who supported Majia, oblivious to the tension surrounding her. They opted to cheer for Movgun first, thinking they’d reflect on Majia’s singing stream later.

— Honestly, thank goodness Movgun showed up.

— For now, rooting for Movgun makes sense.

— Please, win this!

Most were not the type to get all lovey-dovey over streamers. They enjoyed the entertainment based purely on the streamer’s skills or humor.

And then there was the other side.

This side was just chaos.

— Grrrrrrrrrrr!

— No, no, no, no, no, no!

— Majia isn’t a baby… Majia isn’t a baby… Majia isn’t a baby… Majia isn’t a baby…

— Wanna sing together? Ha? Am I black? Am I losing????

Of course, not only Majia but also Cheon Dohui, who was watching the spectacle unfold through the chat, found it a bit ridiculous.

‘What is wrong with these people…’

Majia was doing her best to entertain the new viewers, acting cute and teasing, trying to keep them engaged. She always had lines like, “I’ll only look at you, Woldungi,” to set a lovey-dovey atmosphere.

Majia was always the same.

Momo.

Someone who was dying to be only a fan of Shirahoshi Momo, without question.

After all, most fans pushed for the Momojia pairing. Yet, the people excited about the karaoke duet with Movgun seemed to have just popped up from nowhere.

Pino, who usually popped up out of nowhere to drop huge donations the instant anything happened to Majia, was being overly normal this time.

— 🗡PIN0: Who said it hurts to have horns?

— 🗡PIN0: Why are there so many casuals?

Fortunately, Momo quickly figured it out.

Pino’s remark was a clue.

‘Casuals.’

The issue was that, due to the sudden influx of viewers, there were now many fans who didn’t know Majia well.

Those who were familiar with Majia were steadfast.

Only looking at Momo, they’d protect the first-generation fans and do anything for her, always putting in the effort. Majia was simply obsessed with Momo and had no business getting tangled up with male streamers.

It was just that she didn’t vibe well with the viewers’ antics.

But once a review content like <Fantasia> started, she’d knew how to sit on the sofa alongside her fellow Parallel fans like a buddy.

Above all, considering Majia was an infamous source of chaos, Movgun was one of her arch-nemeses.

Every time Momo did a collab with Movgun, Majia would show up, radiating discomfort (yet never crossing the line).

There was no way she’d form a friendly relationship with Movgun.

Surely there would be a reason for her suggesting they do karaoke together.

Just look at this.

[President. Should I just take him out?]

“… Jia, your mic is on.”

[I’ll turn Movgun into a rag!]

— It’s already blown, lmao!

— Hahahaha!

— The way you’re spinning it!

— How cute! Hahaha!

Majia was always planning to dunk Movgun.

The suggestion to do karaoke together?

She just wanted to ride on Movgun’s name to gain some clout.

“You made the viewers tough to manage; I’ll sing for an hour just to balance it out.” Plus, Movgun was notoriously bad at singing and had never properly done a duet. If they sang for even just an hour, that alone would spark a topic of conversation, right?

And what would be the point of the duet?

It’d just be taking turns: you once, me once.

“Let’s split an hour in half.”

That kind of talk seemed like she meant, “Since you messed up the game, carry some logs.”

At least Momo, who had seen Majia for a long time, interpreted it that way.

But more importantly, Cheon Dohui now had to focus on the other side.

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#BattleColiseum #Parallel #Momo

As Majia scolded the surrounding viewers and charged toward Movgun, the viewer count was about to triple the estimate.

Monday evening.

It was as if even those who wanted to relax by watching their usual streams after the weekend were being drawn in.

The promotion of the first generation’s shinobi costumes had already been done enough.

With this many viewers, Majia was more than a contender, she was in a league of her own.

However, with such trending content, Majia’s songs would inevitably be endlessly remixed and spread across the community.

Sure enough, there would be someone mistaking Majia for a VTuber, and demands for her debut would grow even louder.

‘… I guess I have to do something.’

In the end, Momo was just standing there like a mountain, ready to hold it all together.

If it meant helping Majia, she could easily take on the role of a shield.

Couldn’t she keep doing the same thing they did in the Battle Coliseum, even in real life?

“Jia, just trust me.”

“… Trust you with what?”

“I’ll take the hits! You do whatever you want!”

Of course, Majia, who always bullied Momo, had a different mindset this time.

“Not right now.”

Majia had made Momo into a signal flare, but she was also there to save Momo, leading them to victory in the process.

Even worse, her opponent was Movgun, whom she despised.

What if Momo’s head went flying due to Movgun?

Knowing that, she couldn’t put Momo in front.

That’s just how Majia was.

“Stay behind me. Don’t go out front and get killed by that… Movgun.”

—

If you imagine a showdown between a shotgun and a pistol in a typical FPS game, usually the shotgun has the advantage.

In an open field with no cover, a pistol’s range might give it an edge, but other than that, nobody could take the devastating one-shot power of a shotgun.

But the one holding the pistol, Movgun, was a former pro who had shown insane headshot accuracy.

The one with the shotgun was Majia, a monster known for winning a few matches against Movgun in both official and unofficial k*ll challenges.

It was basically an unpredictable battle.

Considering the relative advantages…

Majia and Momo had the numerical advantage.

Since the two sides met at the very edge, it turned into a 2:1 fight.

Even if Majia fell, Momo would be right there to catch her, but Movgun started this battle with all his teammates wiped out, meaning if he fainted, he was gone for good.

On the flip side, Movgun had the defensive advantage.

However, the final zone was closing in on a house, and Movgun had secured it first.

In the end, the last safe zone would wipe out anyone, even with max shields, in just a few seconds, so they couldn’t afford to take any hits. Eventually, Majia’s side would need to reclaim the house.

However, due to the rules, none of the throwable weapons except smoke grenades could be used, which meant that victory or defeat would be decided in the smoke.

It was a true stalemate.

Majia hoped she wouldn’t have to sing alongside Movgun.

Yet, she found herself in a paradoxical situation where she had to cheer for him.

The chat was filled with unicorns cheering them on.

— Please!

— Please, Movgun!

— Let’s win, please…

— If you win, I’ll be your boyfriend just for today!

— Please!!!

:: An anonymous benefactor donated 1,000 clouds! ::

:: I’m so scared, when is Majia going to attack? Don’t d*e trying to go in first! ::

— Momo seems to be alive, so she’s not moving forward.

— Probably holding the line, not moving first!

— This is a rare sight! Hahaha!

:: An anonymous benefactor donated 1,000 clouds! ::

:: I can’t tell Movgun to attack first; I have no idea how this could turn out with just smoke! Hahaha! ::

— I can’t breathe.

— If Movgun loses, it’s over.

— Just lie down for now.

— I’m ready to d*e!

Since Movgun hadn’t turned on his stream, the viewers were all watching Majia’s movements from their entry angles, cursing as they went.

Please d*e.

Please get your head blown off.

Please make a mistake.

If Majia dies,

the lone Momo wouldn’t be able to beat Movgun.

Game over. Majia’s solo singing stream. Fans rejoice.

So please!

In a tense moment,

one smoke grenade broke through a window and filled the house with a burst of white smoke.

Simultaneously, Majia began to move.

The rectangular house had windows on the east and west sides, and doors on the north and south sides, giving it a wide-open structure.

It was clear that Majia had confidence in her advantage in the smoke.

But then, wham!

A b*llet from Movgun’s pistol hit Majia right in the head.

In an instant, two segments of her shield vanished.

Majia immediately retreated and used a shield battery.

“Whoa.”

— Whoa!

— What just happened? Did he sh**t on sound?

— That’s insane! LOL, he just whittled it down! Hahaha!

— Majia-style smoke play, wow wow wow!

“You sh**t because you can hear, huh?”

“What? Really?”

“You practiced a ton to get that headshot before, and you even figured out how to sh**t through smoke.”

“Must be a super serious game this time…”

If Movgun focused too hard, he’d feel the stress of his pro days kick in, so usually, he’d only give a casual 90%.

But right now, he was at 100%.

One of the fans in Parallel, who hoped for Majia’s defeat, didn’t let on about his feelings.

Though he hardly showed it, he had bitter memories of losing against Majia twice in k*ll challenges, so he’d been leveling up his skills ever since, plotting his revenge.

But time was running out.

The safe zone kept shrinking, and if they didn’t enter the house soon, they’d get burned up by the zone.

Their only option left was to gamble on the next smoke.

“Let’s not do that; let’s go for a double entry. I’ll enter through that window or the other side.”

“No way.”

“Why not? You’ve been using me as bait just fine until now.”

“Whether anyone else, you getting shot by Movgun is not acceptable.”

“Isn’t that just a bit sad?!”

“I said, stay outside even if you get burnt.”

Momo pouted her lips but decided to go along with Majia’s words for now.

After all, Majia was the one leading today’s content.

“… Fine. I’ll stay outside.”

— Hahahahahaha!

— That crazy turret monster…

— Jealousy at its finest! Whoa!

— I’m scared.

Majia leaped into the smoke still lingering.

While she could’ve walked to silence her footsteps, she didn’t bother.

She was already more than capable of sneaking silent steps in the smoke due to her prowess in military FPS games like Combat.

No matter how much she pinpointed her opponent’s position, Majia wouldn’t retreat.

To begin with, pistols require three headshots, but a shotgun needs only two.

Thinking that she might take one hit to deal two, she charged in.

— Bang!

Just as she entered, a b*llet flew from the pistol and hit Majia’s head, taking out two segments of her shield.

Movgun shifted positions and made a sound.

Now, it was Majia’s turn.

Boom!

With a crash, Movgun’s shield shattered completely.

He had one more hit to take before dying, but his pistol fired way quicker.

Bang!

With that second b*llet, Majia’s shield broke completely.

Both were left standing with only one hit remaining…

— Ah, the smoke!

— Oh gosh!

— I can see them!

— Huh?

The smoke started to clear.

It was dissolving since Majia had laid it down earlier, now reaching the end of its duration.

The foggy sight cleared up, and it was as if they had made a prior agreement: both of their aim was trained on each other’s heads.

But Movgun was quicker to aim for Majia’s head.

Not moving an inch, he countered the expected movement of a former pro who would calculate the smoke-clearing time and evade.

In that fleeting instant, if both their speeds of locking-on were the same, ultimately, the one further from the target holds a disadvantage.

Consequently, Majia pulled the trigger just as she was aiming.

Knowing she would likely go down first, she thought of landing at least a maximum damage hit.

Boom!

— Bang!

{{February 19th, Majia’s first single release >> (fainted) Human Signal Flare Kim Firework}}

In the end, the shotgun pellets failed to take Movgun down by a hair’s breadth,

and Majia fell with a hit to the head.

“Cough!”

— Wow!

— Insane!

— Phew!

— Whoa! Did he just survive that? Hahaha!

Movgun immediately scoured the inside of the house.

The self-destructing zone had already adhered completely to the house.

Slowly, a translucent blue curtain began to seep inside.

However, there was no sign of Momo.

She was nowhere to be seen outside the left and right windows.

Footsteps could be heard, but they were distant from the house.

He eventually figured she was hiding somewhere outside, roasting away in the zone.

It was shaping up to be a victory for Movgun after only a few seconds.

As mentioned earlier, the final safe zone would k*ll you in mere seconds.

Even though there were two open windows from which the living Momo could take aim at him, Movgun didn’t care.

He knew Momo wasn’t someone who could make accurate shots in such a burning and frantic situation.

But then,

— Ratatatat!

Bullets suddenly flew in rapid succession, sticking into Movgun’s body, who was in a near-d*ath state as he leaned forward.

{{SeriouslySeriouslyMomo >> (k*ll) February 19th, Majia’s first single release}}

Majia, who had been watching Momo from the sidelines, could only stare in astonishment.

Cheon Dohui, who she thought was just cowering behind a rock, unexpectedly stood up and precisely shot Movgun.

Right before the self-destructing zone could burn her up.

“… I didn’t see that coming.”

— !! Victory !! —

<Human Signal Flare Kim Firework / SeriouslySeriouslyMomo>