I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work-Chapter 83

The closing concert held the next day was, well... a success.

Sure, people had made illegal duet mashups on YouTube before, but this was the first time the two groups had actually performed together.

That made it all the more symbolic, drawing even more attention.

Even though the rushed collaboration was done entirely in-game without 3D models, the stream still peaked at 300,000 concurrent viewers.

I had been a little worried about nerves getting the best of them, but thankfully, everyone performed cleanly without any major mistakes.

— Pazijik Gallery —

[Wicker Town ending feels so empty ㅠㅠ]

[When’s the next season starting?]

★ [(Wicker Town S2) Full Closing Concert Replay]

[They’re gonna upload the collab songs officially on YouTube, right?]

[It’s still weird seeing Parallel and Lapits getting along.]

[When’s Magia’s next stream?]

[(VachuKR) 4th-gen ‘Shinigami’ debut set for early next year.]

[Anything planned for the Pazijik year-end party?]

★ [January Tournament Schedule – Matched Tourney (Battle Colosseum?), Open Cup (Naore)]

It wasn’t perfect, but still.

Pazijik Gallery, the platform’s biggest community, was responding well.

And today, the day after, while celebrating Christmas at Momo’s house, she had been in a great mood the entire time.

The members?

As usual, they were too busy laughing and showering each other with praise to focus on anything else.

Still, constructive feedback was necessary.

It had always been my role to cut through the celebrations with a dose of reality.

After all, no one knows a streamer’s fate.

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A person who spent three years with only 100 regular viewers might suddenly blow up overnight, while someone who seemed unstoppable might crash and burn in less than a year.

“You all did great this year. But you also made a lot of mistakes. The CEO’s in a good mood today, so she let it slide, but don’t forget—I’m here to remind you.”

As the short four-hour party came to an end and the members got ready to leave, they burst into giggles, pointing fingers at one another.

“Remind? What’s that?”

“It means dumbass, you stone.”

“It’s remember, not dumbass.”

“Pffft...”

“Anyway, there’s nowhere to go but up from here. Keep working hard. I’ll continue supporting you like always.”

And with that, they all swarmed me again, reviving their strange native ritual of circling around me.

...What was the point of this?

No matter how often it happened, I still couldn’t get used to everyone treating me so casually.

It made me wonder—had I really been that difficult to approach before?

After today, everyone would be busy with their own schedules until the year-end party.

We’d meet again then, but everyone would be running around networking, so this was a good chance to say our New Year’s greetings early.

“You all worked hard. Let’s keep it up next year.”

Maru reached out and gently patted my cheek.

“Gia, you worked hard too. Looking forward to next year!”

The others followed one by one.

“Congrats on getting a year older in advance!”

“You really went through a lot this year, unnie. Thank you so much.”

“Gia-nim! Hehe, Merry Christmas! Thank you for everything this year~.”

As I waved them off, watching their taxis disappear into the night, a shiver ran through me.

I had dressed too lightly.

I quickly ran back inside.

By the time I returned to Momo’s house, she had already half-cleaned up the table and turned to ask,

“They’re all gone?”

“Yes. I made sure they got into their taxis safely.”

“Guess they didn’t eat properly during Wicker Town... I didn’t think they’d clear out all the food.”

For the first eight days, I had managed the control room, reminding them to log off and sleep.

But from day nine onward, I had been too caught up in my Demon King RP to properly monitor them.

At least they seemed to have slept when they needed to...

But with a massive server like this, there was always that feeling of losing progress when taking a break.

Koreans.

We’re a nation obsessed with never falling behind.

Rain had taken it easy, sure, but even Dora, of all people, had been completely immersed in alchemy.

Turned out, she had dominated every other alchemist in the game, rising to Grandmaster status.

She even manipulated market prices and started turf wars with other professions, almost getting dragged into a court case.

Now it made sense why she had slipped me those potions.

She was laying the groundwork to secure my support just in case.

Everyone called her a rock or an airhead, but... I was beginning to suspect Dora was actually a genius.

With the Christmas party forced upon me now over, all that was left was helping clean up before heading home.

As the others had moved around the couches while watching movies, I put the cushions back in place, adjusted the table, and turned off the TV.

Then, I walked over to Momo, who was doing the dishes.

“I’ll do it.”

“You won’t even reach the sink without a step stool.”

Two months ago, I would have argued.

But I had long since accepted my height, so I sulked and backed off.

I should be the one handling menial chores...

Yet here I was, watching my CEO wash the dishes.

That hurt a little.

Still, I was a master at finding hidden tasks, so I quickly found something else to do.

Wiping the table!

Momo had been too focused on the dishes to clean the table yet.

As I wiped it down, I noticed that Rain’s spot was an ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) absolute mess.

That would make a good story for next month’s review stream.

But before I could finish, Momo snatched the dirty rag from my hands.

With her long reach, she took it so easily that it felt unfair.

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As she rinsed the cloth, she suddenly asked,

“By the way, is there anyone you want to meet at the year-end party? If there is, I’ll make sure to introduce you.”

...Meet someone?

I hadn’t really thought about that.

Ideally, I’d like to connect with the industry giants at Pazijik and build ties that would benefit our members.

And if I was going to target someone, it had to be an area Momo hadn’t fully explored yet.

Since Momo was far more experienced than me in this field, I wouldn’t get much value from just following her around.

VachuVachu?

Too messy because of Tarot.

Lapits 1st and 2nd-gen?

Would be good to strengthen ties after the collab.

Movgun’s former pro-gamer squad?

Tempting, but I don’t like Movgun, so pass.

Ah. Right.

There was one group I couldn’t ignore—

The “Makgeolli” Crew, led by Pazijik’s legendary 3-million-sub Crkemang.

They were older, so I wasn’t sure how open they’d be to VTubers.

But they hadn’t shown any hostility toward our members in Wicker Town.

That made them worth a shot.

...And since Momo wasn’t entirely comfortable with them either, I could step in.

“I’d like to meet Makgeolli Crew.”

“Oh! I was actually hoping to catch up with them too. Perfect.”

“Have you ever had a proper conversation with them?”

“I always greet them every year, but... they’re old-timers, so it’s hard to find common ground.”

“Figured as much.”

“Anyway, if there’s anyone else you’re curious about, just tell me. I know 80% of the people attending.”

Damn.

Momo really had put in the work over the years.

She was always working hard.

...To the point that she barely streamed.

I worried about how little she’d stream once 2nd-gen debuted.

Right now, she at least streamed 2-3 times a week.

But with the new recruits, she’d probably drop to once a week at most.

...Poor Mongmongs.

They were going to starve.

***

Of course, even if the Mongmongs wither away, I’ll be just fine.

Because who has the privilege of spending a Tuesday afternoon shopping alone with the CEO?

Me.

And not just any shopping trip—this was an exclusive chance to see Momo’s casual fashion.

At work, she always stuck to business attire—blazers, skirts, and formal twin sets.

But when she went to a PC café or, like today, to a shopping mall, her outfits were completely different.

She arrived two minutes before our meeting time.

And once again—impeccable styling.

I had to admire it.

Winter fashion at its peak:

A padded coat, sweater, and jeans.

As I squinted at her like some fashion critic and nodded in approval, Momo let out a short laugh.

“You look like a runway judge.”

“This outfit demands an evaluation.”

“Oh? But I just threw this on like usual.”

She said that but then suddenly stared at me intently.

“...Wait. You did change, right? You’re not wearing the exact same thing as two days ago, are you?”

Since becoming Magia, I had stuck to the fashion choices of my previous self.

Shopping for clothes?

Too much hassle.

Too much time wasted—I could be watching streams instead.

After two months, that laziness had just become... my style.

At work, I rotated through identical shirts and skirts from the same brand.

(The decorations varied slightly, but they were basically clones.)

My casual outfits?

Seasonally pre-selected.

Right now, in cold winter weather, my standard was:

A fleece-lined hoodie that covered two-thirds of my body.Thermal leggings.“I changed everything except the coat and scarf.”

“...The colors are exactly the same, though.”

“I own multiple of the same design. I don’t repeat the same clothes.”

“Right... well, that’s a relief at least.”

Was my reputation that bad?

Had I been dragging down the average fashion score of Momo’s fanbase this whole time...?

I should probably start caring a little.

At least when it came to casual wear.

Work outfits?

Who cares?

But my casual wardrobe... maybe a bit of variety wouldn’t hurt.

Not that I needed a whole collection—I barely went out anyway.

But having at least three outfits per season would probably be a good idea.

There was just one problem.

I knew nothing about clothes.

My entire wardrobe was the epitome of simplicity.

That meant the best course of action was to leave everything to Momo, the undisputed expert.

“I don’t really know anything about fashion, so... I’ll just buy whatever you recommend.”

“...Seriously? You’ll let me pick whatever I want?”

“Yes. I have no clue what I’m doing anyway.”

“Hm. Really...?”

Momo gave me a once-over, then pursed her lips and started typing something into her phone.

Then—

A sly smile I had never seen before crept across her face.

A dangerous smile.

“...You said it yourself, right? That you’re leaving everything to me?”

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