I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work - Chapter 81

It wasn’t strong enough to knock someone out with one hit, but if Dohui hadn’t dodged those continuous attacks, she’d be on her way to the afterlife for sure.

That cursed demon sword of that scumbag. Just like we’d seen when Rubko’s party got wrecked, the damage was insane.

The only reason Rubko could withstand three strikes was his reinforced armor.

If Dohui or Iona took more than two hits, they’d definitely be history.

But the most painful part? It was the mental blow.

Dohui had yet to see anyone spook a person like Majia could.

She was indeed a perfect fit to be the Demon King.

It wasn’t just some crazy 0.02% chance from a gacha draw; you’d believe it if someone said Vicker manipulated the odds for optimal selection.

“Are you okay?”

Iona rushed over, worry etched on her face, but Dohui stopped her.

“Don’t come here! If you do, we’ll both get hit! We need to keep our distance!”

“… Okay!”

As soon as she heard that, Iona sidled up to Majia and moved in the opposite direction from Dohui. Even without any formal signal, everyone arranged themselves as if they had agreed on it beforehand.

They all unleashed their attacks at once while managing their positions to avoid hitting each other.

The mages, drawing magic circles on the ground, were at the back.

The archers, who needed to carefully avoid their allies, were in the middle.

A few warriors clung to Majia, forming a solid line in all directions.

From now on, the key was how well each person executed their role.

The warriors had to desperately block Majia’s movements while chugging potions and holding their shields up.

The archers had to get at least one arrow lodged in her head every second.

The mages had to ensure their strongest skills hit the target.

Majia’s health was down to 250 due to debuffs, but the Serena potion wouldn’t stop even if she got staggered from a hit.

If they could down that potion for three seconds, her health would fill up the moment it was gone.

In those three seconds, they had to deal 250 damage to win.

Excluding the damage from the warriors just blocking,

The four archers had to land two hits each, totaling 80 damage.

The six mages needed to cast for five seconds to nail 180 damage.

If everyone delivered precisely, they’d hit 260 damage for a one-shot takedown.

Once that three-second countdown began, there was no room for error.

If it weren’t for the Demon King’s armor reducing damage by 95% and the Serena potion, the calculations wouldn’t be this tight.

Without the Serena potion, this would have been way too easy for a final boss.

Vicker clearly didn’t allow the potion for no reason.

But if all their roles could be executed properly, news of a clear would have already come from a party that attempted it earlier.

Majia was a clever Demon King who covered the entire fourth floor with mental attack traps.

And no surprise at all.

As soon as the attack party formed, she said, “You all seem to be underestimating me.”

“Wait! Majia! Just a sec!”

“Your tricks won’t work, President.”

“No, I’ve got something to say. Dragging this out only hurts us!”

“… That’s a fair point. I’ll listen.”

Time was ticking, tick-tock.

They had 2 minutes and 30 seconds left.

If Majia didn’t go down within that time, this raid would fail.

The Demon King clad in black armor positioned her sword dramatically, hands overlapping at the hilt.

She looked way too relaxed… But that was just because she was Majia.

Still, their party formation remained intact.

If they could catch a single timing—

[“Chocolit, chocolit, little twink, having fun in my mouth~”]

Now Majia couldn’t hold back and began playing another voice.

It was the ultimate Momo’s cute voice, version three.

Dohui knew they needed to catch the timing, but Majia’s incessant mental attacks were setting her heart aflame.

“Hey! Seriously? If you’ve got abilities like this, why didn’t you show them sooner?!”

“Surprises are usually better, aren’t they? This whole encounter was prepared just for you, President.”

“… How many more do you have?”

“Seven more?”

Dohui was flabbergasted.

Had she really done that many cute lines before?

Maybe, but those were from way back.

In other words, she only remembered it from the early days of her broadcasts.

“Hey! You said you barely held back your desire to smack me when I was being cute. Why do you have so many saved up?!”

“Shouldn’t I save clips of something you won’t see again?”

“….”

“Well, you haven’t done a single cute line in three years.”

“It wasn’t the right atmosphere! And this is a total embarrassing black history for me!”

“I know. But, it’s too bad… Speaking as a long-time fan.”

That line set the chatbox in Dohui’s stream ablaze.

— Yup, since she got the duo team with Movgun, her cuteness disappeared…

— Oh man, after that one episode where she swore like a sailor, hahahaha

— She started trying to change her image after that, didn’t she? Awkward.

— But I still miss it…

— For real, lol

— If Majia hadn’t brought it up, I might have forgotten all about it.

— No doubt, Monmon is something else, haha.

Everyone was clearly in the mood for some cuteness.

As they chatted, they realized only 1 minute and 30 seconds were left in their raid time.

Majia seemed to catch on too, asking first, “Aren’t you going to attack?”

“We will. Mages, get ready to cast!”

It took them 5 seconds to prepare.

Right before casting ended, the archers’ arrows would take flight.

But would Majia truly be caught off-guard this time?

They’d had several misfires, and the last party had faced some dangerously close calls.

“It’s already too late.”

Gulp.

While unleashing a mental attack on Momo, Majia was already drinking a potion.

But the warriors, tasked with holding her back, were just gamers lacking Maru’s physical skills.

They couldn’t even decide to lower their shields and throw a basic attack in that brief moment.

The potion bottle filled with the banana milk-colored liquid vanished in an instant.

Momo, realizing too late, exclaimed, “Wait, that’s the invincibility potion…”

Majia started to glow gold.

In that state, she chugged another potion.

This one was a berserk potion lasting 10 seconds.

Immediately after the invincibility effect faded, ominous red sparks encompassed her black armor.

Woosh!

As she swung the demon sword, the warriors closest, who had their shields up, were shoved back.

Thanks to the berserk potion, she was beginning to nullify even their guards.

As Majia glimmered anew, she held a white potion in her hand.

As long as the red spark effect didn’t wear off, she was immune to sluggishness, so any defensive attempts from the warriors and archers would be meaningless now.

The arrows flew, but they pinged off against her with a light thud barely leaving a scratch.

“I’ll make myself disappear. Ta-da!”

Majia completely vanished from their sight.

For only two seconds, but it was a transparent potion making her undetectable.

Dora chuckled, watching that unfold.

The potions she was now downing were all gifts she had given.

“Well, this is troublesome. I gave her 100 of those transparent potions~”

Dohui yelped.

“What are you saying that now for…?!”

She didn’t have to scream to know once Majia drank that transparent potion, the raid was doomed.

There’s no cooldown on potion effects, so until the raid time completely finished, she could keep guzzling transparent potions and just run away.

But was Majia someone who enjoyed dragging things out like that?

No.

Right now, she was deeply immersed in her role as the Demon King.

“You’re wide open.”

“Fxxk!”

With a smack, Rain was sent flying, crashing against the wall.

“And over here!”

“Eek!”

This time, it was Komari who was hit.

Everyone was startled and turned their heads, but following the sounds, pinpointing their locations wasn’t easy.

One by one, as if a domino effect…

Even the casting mages and archers who were on standby were all flung into the walls.

They might recover their health with potions, but their formation was utterly shattered.

With only about a minute left, they were effectively in a state of “impossible to continue the raid.”

Swish.

As the transparent effect vanished, Majia suddenly appeared right in front of Dohui.

She towered over Dohui dramatically.

“You didn’t think I’d go easy on you, did you?”

Of course, she didn’t.

Majia, once she took on any responsibility, became someone who met the weight of that role.

Now that she was equipped with the mantle of the Demon King, her primary goal was to crush the intruders.

So Dohui had never expected Majia would show her any mercy.

“I’ll save the seven cute lines for next time if you come back for another raid.”

But she hadn’t given up on the thought of defeating Majia either.

After getting this thrashed, give up?

Not a chance!

She couldn’t forget how Majia always kicked back up after being pushed down, ultimately winning and streaming triumphantly.

“Everyone, get ready to cast again.”

Dohui pulled back her bowstring.

“The Demon King won’t go easy on you, President!”

Even with Majia right in front of her, she didn’t care.

Sure, her mental state was shaken.

But could a six-year veteran broadcaster like Dohui really be swayed that easily?

Just then, Rain, who’d made about half the casting preparations, yelled out, “President! Time! Over here, it’s time!”

More seconds were needed to fire her magic.

Majia raised her sword high, ready to strike down Dohui.

Dohui squeezed her eyes shut.

On the bottom right corner of her broadcast screen, the white wolf spirit also mirroring her closed eyes.

With her eyes still shut, Dohui squeezed her vocal cords tight.

Just as Majia had kept her ultimate skill hidden within the meeting,

Dohui hadn’t unleashed her specially prepared ultimate skill either.

“Chia-ya~! I really like you…!”

In that moment, Majia’s arm froze in mid-swing.

Her monitor image, shown on the official Parallel broadcast, had her gaping eyes frozen wide open, almost like a statue.

It wasn’t just Majia, though.

Everyone with drawn bows could hardly let go of their strings.

The embarrassment was hardly limited to just Momo.

…However, the mages’ casting was reaching completion just before it hit the fan.

Only Iona, who had already suffered atrociously at the fourth floor, somehow managed to gain embarrassment resistance and kept her wits about her amidst the chaos.

“Fire!!”

Simultaneously, a magic circle appeared right under Majia’s feet.

Overlapping patterns of light burst forth with a dazzling brilliance, and boom!

With magic of all elements exploding from the ground.

Without wasting a moment, everyone except Momo let their arrows fly.

Majia’s remaining health was down to 40.

Just one more shot from the archers would do it, but if Majia pressed the potion button and ran away, she’d completely recover in three seconds.

Plus the warriors hadn’t managed to stick to her just yet.

If they stayed like this, Majia would escape, and her health would be fully restored.

But Momo’s bowstring was still taut and ready, and her cute voice could still be heard perfectly.

“Chia-yan, will you be my manager for life~?”

With Momo’s tongue rolling and three arrows soaring towards Jia.

Finally, Momo released the bowstring with her finger.

Clunk!

The arrow struck Majia’s head with pinpoint accuracy, and her health bar dropped to zero.

With a clatter, crash!

The hefty body of the Demon King collapsed to the floor.

– [Server] Rapipara Coalition has become the first to defeat the Demon King!

* * *

… ─ — Bazijik Gallery ─ ─ — …

★[Official) Momo♡Jia]

★[Will you be my manager for life?]

★[Chia-chia-yan~]

[This chat’s out of control, for real.]

★[Will you? Will you? Will you?]

★[I like it♡]

★[Who’s going to stream the official broadcast now?]

… ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ …

While Momo’s gallery, fan cafes, the Parallel fan cafe, and even the memories of all fans who participated in the server were all marked with the worst black history.

They caught the Demon King.

And they were the first in the server to do so.

Even so, Dohui voluntarily returned all her rewards.

In a way, it was indeed a wild move, as she returned the rewards right in front of everyone, claiming she’d get them after defeating the final boss in a more typical raid.

Truthfully, everyone had been friendly towards Dohui for all the laughs she brought before,

But thanks to the members who had gone along with her also voluntarily returning their rewards, everyone playing on the server, plus the viewers watching, couldn’t stop singing Momo’s praises.

– [Server] [Demon King’s Army Executive] Movgun: Chia-yan~♡

– [Server] [Credit Defaulter] Rubko: So sweet~♡ ♡

– [Server] [Flowing River] Kkaemang: That was adorable after a long time ^^

– [Server] [Landlord] Ronze: Keep it up, big sis! Haha.

… The direction of those praises was problematic though; they were being teased.

“Ugh. I must be losing my mind…”

Iona, who had gotten pretty close to Dohui, comforted her.

“From one perspective, it was impressive how Jia managed to use Momo’s hidden cuteness to her advantage. It took a lot of cunning. Honestly, I don’t think I could’ve used such tactics in that situation.”

“Please, never do that. I don’t want to create another black history again.”

“Hahaha…”

Yet if the same situation happened again, Dohui would probably not hesitate to try being cute again.

After becoming the president, she was busier and had to keep her face intact for various reasons, so she kept dodging it all along.

But she was still a broadcaster.

If she didn’t look out for those who saw her as their idol, who would?

After all, hadn’t Majia, a long-time fan of Dohui, said it before?

She’d been waiting for three years but had never seen it.

The truth was, the reason Majia had suddenly paused her harsh Demon King act was that she was just so grateful and happy to see Dohui’s cuteness again after three long years.

And Dohui’s self-sacrifice had completely inspired Iona.

Although Bachu Bachu had come in with giant capital and had since taken the number one spot.

Dohui was still a senior in the VTuber industry.

Until a few years back, many VTubers had looked up to Momo and her best friend Taro as role models to chase their VTuber dreams.

Although Iona’s role model was Taro,

She also understood very well what kind of person Momo was.

She was a wonderful person.

When the chance came, she didn’t care if it would ruin her image.

She was born for broadcasting.

Plus, they couldn’t overlook the “bridge effect.”

The camaraderie built through overcoming hardships together made Iona take the next step.

“Just in case I want to ask, Momo.”

“Yes?”

“How about we prepare a duet for our last day concert? I’ll try to convince the company.”

“… A duet?”

“Yes. Our Serena is close to your Maru. Wouldn’t it be nice for the two of them to sing together? The mood between both fandoms is good right now.”

There existed a clear rivalry between both companies.

But when it came to tackling the Demon King, they had been united, and it was Dohui who proposed the alliance and made the last opportunity possible.

In any case, it started with Parallel reaching out to Rapitsu first.

So wouldn’t it be just fine if, in this situation, Rapitsu reached out first this time?

Even if the company hesitated, with Iona actively pushing, they could probably move things along.

Aware that Iona was quite overextending herself,

Dohui answered without hesitation.

“Sounds good. Let’s do it.”