I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work-Chapter 125

You might wonder how this personality went unnoticed during the audition process.

Well, anyone who snapped and swore when provoked during interviews had already been filtered out and placed on the rejection list.

But that didn’t mean Miho could debut like this.

Magia issued her first yellow card.

"What you just did would be fine in about six months—once you’ve settled into streaming.

But before that, it’s not a great look."

Miho mumbled an excuse.

"Ah. I... I turned my mic off and just muttered..."

"You didn’t even pretend to turn it off just now.

That means you’d probably make the same mistake during a real stream."

"Ugh... but...! This bastard spoiled the game!

They just ruined the twist of a game that’s supposed to have an amazing story! This little...!"

And, of course, the one who sent that chat was none other than Magia.

Miho, shoulders slumped, pouted and muttered,

"I’ll be more careful...."

But it wouldn’t do for her spirit to be completely crushed at this stage.

So Magia tossed her a sweet candy to balance things out.

"Still, your actual stream hosting was really good.

You were exactly the charismatic, outgoing fox spirit you want to be.

Keep going."

"R-Really?! Okay, okay, okay!!"

It might have seemed like a casual compliment, but Magia had just discovered a management cheat code she could use in the future.

If Miho ever started shrinking back or losing energy mid-stream, a simple anonymous donation with something like:

"Where’d the confident fox go? Why is there a timid little thing here instead?"

would be enough to snap her back into character.

With that, Miho resumed her stream.

Magia, however, wasn’t going to let her off the hook so easily.

She decided to poke at the same weak spot once again.

This time, five minutes into the game.

The protagonist had just suffered a tragic explosion, seemingly losing his daughter.

Miho, deeply immersed in the scene, had tears welling up in her eyes.

Magia struck.

— Did they ever explicitly say the daughter died?

— I know this one, lol. It’s classic suspense story stuff—looks like they died, but they actually didn’t.

This time, Miho didn’t take as long to process it.

"...You f—...ba—..."

She gritted her teeth.

But.

This time, she had the mic off.

And when she turned it back on, she channeled her emotions differently.

"These absolute bastards...

How could they do something like this?

They’re not even human.

Should I just kill all these trash characters?"

She let out her anger, but instead of targeting the chat, she framed it as role-playing within the story—

As if she were expressing the protagonist’s emotions for them.

It was actually a brilliant move.

Her long-time desire to be an outgoing streamer,

Her deep hatred of spoilers—

All of it fused into a single beautiful performance.

Team Leader Kang Ji-ho had once said that naturally extroverted girls are masters at hiding their emotions and insulting people in roundabout ways.

Just now, Miho had shown a glimpse of that skill.

For the next thirty minutes, Magia continued her spoiler attacks.

But gradually, Miho adapted—

Instead of reacting emotionally, she analyzed the messages more calmly.

It was a fantastic transformation.

Even experienced streamers turned off donation alerts and barely glanced at chat when playing highly story-driven games.

They only checked chat when completely stuck or when asking for help.

But even in those rare moments, spoiler trolls always appeared.

The only solution was to grit your teeth and ignore them.

At most, they could say something mild like,

"Please avoid spoilers."

If they snapped, they’d immediately find themselves starring in a "Spoiler Troll Massacre Compilation"—

Which would then fuel an online debate between fans and haters on Triwiki.

The best strategy? Don’t give them any ammunition.

And Miho was handling it well.

But.

Story-driven games don’t just attract spoilers.

These days, developers worked hard to balance both narrative and gameplay.

And that meant...

Some people struggled not because they didn’t understand the story,

but because they simply sucked at the game itself.

Miho, unfortunately, was one of those people.

"Ah, seriously...!

Why can’t they just let me solve this puzzle like all the others?!

Why does this one require physical skill?!

I just want to see the story!

Whoever designed this is completely out of touch!"

The moment a game forced players to rely on reflexes instead of logic,

Backseaters came out of the woodwork.

And for someone like Miho—who excelled in one area but struggled in another—

This was prime territory for toxic chat.

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— Wow, you’re actually terrible at solving mysteries.

"Huh? Wait.

Was I even trying to solve a mystery just now?"

— Damn, turns out Cheon Miho is just bad at detective work, huh? Agreed?

"?

What are you even talking about?

I wasn’t solving a mystery!"

— To be fair, I consider physical skill a type of deduction too.

— I mean, ‘deduction’ and ‘destruction’ both end in ‘-tion’, so they’re basically the same, right?

"What... what are you even saying...?"

For a split second—

Miho’s outgoing personality mask slipped.

She clearly hadn’t expected chat to twist logic itself just to mess with her.

People who analyze and think critically have one big weakness—

They struggle when faced with completely irrational arguments.

And chat had picked up on that weakness.

— Lmao, what a quail.

— I came here because I heard she was a great detective, but wow, she sucks.

— This is frustrating.

— ???: "I’ve read over 100 detective novels!"

— Yo, you gonna play the game or not?

:: Anonymous donated 1,000 Clouds! ::

:: Huh? That’s weird. Every detective character I know has great physical skills. ::

"Excuse me?

Sherlock Holmes? Really?

That guy has garbage stamina.

He’d be completely useless without Watson."

:: Anonymous donated 1,000 Clouds! ::

:: Lmao, sorry, I’ve never read Sherlock Holmes. ::

"WHAT?!

You— You’re telling me you don’t even know Sherlock Holmes, but you’re trying to lecture me on detective work?!"

— Sign the contract, Miho!

— I... am... not... good... at... deductions...

"NO.

I—

Ugh, you—"

Miho’s self-control was slipping again.

Completely baseless, irrational criticism rained down on Miho, and to make things worse, the game wasn’t going well either. It didn’t take long before the S.S. Miho started to sink.

She had been doing a great job with her extroverted streamer roleplay, but before she knew it, she was back to being a withdrawn, sulking mess.

"Oh... I see. So this is a form of deduction, too...? Sorry. I guess I’m just bad at physical deduction... But you guys seriously need to relearn basic common sense... Jesus, the level of stupidity here is legendary..."

Even when she was sulking, she somehow managed to sneak in an insult.

It was so Miho—but still, she needed to dial it down a bit.

Especially considering how she had gone off on the spoiler trolls earlier.

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It was odd—whenever Miho was in full extroverted fox mode, she was much softer.

But the moment she let her real personality show, her words became razor-sharp.

Even three hours later, when the game was wrapping up, the situation was the same.

— Big moment coming up, guys!

— This is where you HAVE to cry!

As the emotional reunion between father and daughter played out—

And as they faced their inevitable farewell—

Miho didn’t shed a single tear.

That’s when the game elitists made their entrance.

— What are you, a sociopath?

— Not crying here? You must be a fake gamer.

— Typical overly analytical types. Big T energy, zero empathy.

— Bet she can’t even relate to her friends in real life.

Even though Miho insisted, "I’m not that much of a heartless T-type, okay?" the nonsense just multiplied like bacteria.

"Oh... My apologies. I guess I’m just a heartless T-type who can’t match the emotional outbursts of you sobbing, humidifier-level F-types...

Sigh... Next time, °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° I’ll make sure to have an onion ready or something."

It was a bit harsh, but at least it was funny.

She just needed to tone it down slightly and adjust her delivery.

A "Ugh, I can’t stand you guys." would be too aggressive—

But a "What do you guys even know?!" yelled in frustration would be cute and entertaining instead.

The audience would much prefer Miho whining playfully rather than going full UFC fighter on them.

Because here’s the thing—

If a streamer truly loses their temper and starts going off,

The casual viewers who just wanted to enjoy the stream get nervous and leave,

While the actual toxic trolls find it hilarious and double down on their attacks.

That’s how a stream spirals into chaos.

And eventually, it loses its energy and becomes a niche broadcast only a handful of people watch.

That’s why Magia decided to use Crkemang as an example—

A streamer known for his ability to turn anything into a joke and keep the mood light.

The real coaching and evaluation would be handled by the CEO later,

But for now, Magia just wanted to steer Miho in the right direction.

After their talk, Miho slumped down again and mumbled:

"I guess I really do have trouble keeping boundaries when I talk...

Maybe it’s because I’ve spent too much time locked up in my room...

I know I need to work on it, but it’s so hard..."

Magia chuckled and patted her on the shoulder.

"It’s fine. That’s why you have me, the CEO, and this company."

Miho grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

It seemed like she was finally realizing that the company had her back.

That made Magia happy, too.

And with that, the second training session was complete.

"Alright, looks like we’re out of time today.

Orca, you’ll have to go tomorrow."

And so, with Orca’s turn set for the next day,

Day One of the Toxic Chat Handling Training came to an end.

***

That night, knowing she had an extra day to prepare, Magia stayed up late brainstorming ways to mess with Orca.

With Eona, it was obvious where to attack.

With Miho, Magia had correctly predicted that her love of deduction would make her lose her mind over spoilers.

But Orca...

Orca was ex-military.

Magia could theorize about military culture from various media,

But she had never actually experienced it herself.

And that left some uncertainty.

Some people claimed that bringing up strict superiors and unfair treatment would be highly effective.

Others argued that it wouldn’t work on modern soldiers.

Some said that officers were just as harsh now as they were back then,

While others insisted that things had changed.

And unfortunately, Magia had a hard rule—

If she couldn’t verify something through a trusted source,

She simply wouldn’t believe it.

If only she had more friends in her past life,

She could have asked around and gathered information.

But ever since high school, she had cut off contact with everyone.

After filtering through all the unreliable information,

Magia finally settled on a strategy.

She would accuse Orca of being an incompetent soldier.

Because as the great master of Ninja Statistics once said:

"Whenever five people gather, one of them is always useless."

And this was a fact—confirmed by the 5v5 team structure of Naore.

Everyone wants to believe that they are not the useless one.

And conveniently, Orca was obsessed with rules, regulations, and doing everything by the book.

She constantly strived for perfection.

So if Magia mocked her as a useless soldier,

There was no way she’d take it well.

Magia had mentally prepared for a difficult battle against the fortress of Orca’s discipline.

But what she hadn’t expected—

Was for Orca herself to throw open the gates and invite her in.

"Ah... My apologies.

Please wait just a moment."

Despite being a strict, disciplined perfectionist,

Orca was still a complete newbie when it came to streaming.

Magia had already been worried when Orca had been shocked

at just how much setup and preparation was required for a VTuber stream.

And her worries were justified.

She wasn’t as bad as Dora,

who somehow managed to break fully functional equipment...

But she was definitely bad with technology.

"Wait.

Why is this happening?

I’m sorry!"

She fumbled just trying to turn on her model.

She pressed something wrong,

and suddenly, the computer’s sound system died.

Then she pressed something else,

and now, her microphone wasn’t working.

And before long—

She accidentally turned on her camera.

If this had been a real stream,

it would have already been a disaster.

It was like a fortress commander

suddenly throwing open the castle gates and surrendering.

And there was no way Magia was going to let this opportunity slip.

— So, you were an ace soldier, but now you’re a complete newbie at streaming?

The effect was immediate.

Orca, who never showed emotional reactions,

suddenly snapped.

"Absolutely NOT!!

Who are you calling useless?!"

Her voice boomed so loudly

that it probably echoed all the way to the eighth floor.

For a simple tease, her reaction was way too extreme.

And that made something click in Magia’s head.

Had Orca been bullied in the military?

Was her current level of discipline

a recent development?

Magia couldn’t resist.

She sent more messages.

— What if you were actually useless in the army, too? Lol.

— Military stories are all exaggerated, anyway.

— Maybe they let you off easy because you were cute.

And that’s when it happened.

Orca, usually so composed,

began stammering like a flustered schoolgirl.

"That’s not true!

I—

Ugh, damn it...!

Why is this happening...?

Hngh..."