Undressing the VTuber (2)
I wanted to talk more with Nemmo yesterday, but I never got the chance.
After the inauguration ceremony, I ended the stream.
I'd ramped my energy so high over the unknown delusion that was Shape World that I suddenly got hit with a wave of drowsiness. I was too sleepy to keep broadcasting, so I had no choice but to rub my heavy eyes and head home… and that was my last memory.
"Hmm…"
The second I woke up, I searched for Nemmo.
I wanted to know everything about her in detail.
"Nemmo. From Shape World. Age 2,415… 201. 46. Whoa. What the? She's really living young. I had no idea. I never even felt like there was an age gap."
It's RP, why are you immersing yourself this hard? I know. But respect. Don't you know respect? Whether it's real or not, you have to hear them out.
Some people say things like:
There's no such world. How would you know something even Columbus never discovered? Are you an explorer? What even are you? You'd believe in Santa too. Ugh. That kind of world doesn't exist. Snap out of it.
Talk about having zero class.
Who doesn't know? I know Santa doesn't exist too. I've known since sixth grade.
Yeah. I saw Dad putting gifts in my room dressed as Santa Claus.
I already know he doesn't exist. I know everything.
But. Creativity is the driving force that advances humanity.
Whether that world exists or not isn't what matters to me.
Being able to share in someone else's delusion and enjoy it together—that's what makes me happy.
How hard, how carefully, how painstakingly must she have built it?
She must want to show it off, right? Someone recognizes my world?! I really shed tears of joy.
Right now Nemmo must have been getting dismissed with pitying looks from the public, only to be shocked by the appearance of someone who truly understands her.
You're saying you understand this?! For real? She'd be shedding tears of emotion while saying that, I bet.
Crying as she shouted Dae.Seon.Ah. I guarantee it. One hundred percent guarantee.
— Knock knock.
"Yes~!! Seona here."
"You're going again today, right? Time's almost up."
"Yes. I absolutely have to go today."
"What's got into you? Something good happen, baby?"
"Yes!! I absolutely have to go stream. Today's an important day. What fruit is it today?"
"Shine Muscat."
"How's the quality? These days Shine Muscats have been hybridized so much that a lot of them have degraded quality. You have to pick carefully."
I asked carefully, with complete sincerity.
Humans must always learn. You have to keep craving knowledge, and the moment you stop, you fall behind.
I don't want Mom to fall behind. Mom would feel the same way.
Therefore, if I have good information among what I know, telling her right away is a child's duty.
"They're really good. Try one."
"I see. I'll try one."
I immediately stepped outside and popped a Shine Muscat into my mouth. Chewed it over carefully.
"It's good."
Really good. The sweetness was intense while still being… more than worthy of being called an authentic Shine Muscat.
With this, I can show off in front of Pyeong-nim.
A boss who serves authentic Shine Muscat. Ehehe. Jackpot.
"I'm heading out right away. It's really delicious."
"Be careful on your way. I'll call a taxi right now."
"Yup!!"
I headed for the front door carrying the fruit container.
I have so much to talk about when I meet Nemmo today. I have to pour out everything I couldn't finish saying yesterday.
I kept diligently memoing questions for Nemmo, one after another.
There were so many things to ask.
By the time I finished the fruit, the questions I'd thought of alone numbered over a hundred and fifty.
Among them, I discussed the really important ones with Pyeong-nim.
"Wouldn't it be a little uncomfortable for her?"
"I guarantee it. Nemmo won't find it uncomfortable. She'll actually like it."
When a student asks a teacher questions, the teacher is delighted. You listened to my class. You have passion.
Same with Nemmo.
She can't help but feel drawn to someone who sincerely empathizes with her unknown delusion.
This is the result of running the Grand Reverse-Empathy Method (God Edition).
Compared to the Grand Reverse-Empathy Method (Previous Edition), it's been massively upgraded.
The old version couldn't factor in other people's discomfort, but this version—after truly extensive thought and deliberation—even includes other people's discomfort… so she will definitely love it.
"Th… that so?"
"Yes. I'm certain. Watch the stream once. I'll make edit points for you today."
I'd never made edit points for him even once, but this time I would.
Because I was truly certain, I wanted to show my sincerity.
"Don't edit today. I'll take full command myself. I'll work overtime today."
I… I. Declared overtime? Doesn't that seem reliable? Makes you want to believe me!!
Pyeong-nim just stared at me without a word.
Must have frozen up because I'm too cool. Heh.
"Then let's do it this way."
I stood up holding the question sheet reduced to twenty-three questions.
Shall I go make Nemmo happy? Hihi.
I lightly did about two hours of Just Chat, then hopped into GTA and waited for Nemmo.
But Nemmo was nowhere to be seen. Not even a glimpse.
Raming wasn't around either. What's going on? Have they already abandoned me? And I couldn't exactly ask about it.
It was truly calm.
I wandered the server aimlessly for about four hours like that.
Then I received shocking news.
An EMS worker who works with Raming said, "They said they can't come today because the members have a collab stream." It was a massive shock.
I had so much to ask Nemmo… and I can't ask today… I was so disappointed that I was furious at the sleepy me from yesterday.
I should have forced myself awake when I got drowsy. Why. Why. The heavens are so heartless!!
"I see."
Unlike "I see," this was actually a huge problem!! I said I'd make edit points… I can't like this.
I can't. I don't even know what editing is.
What do I do? Suddenly the pressure hit. I'm a respected boss, but actually it's a lie. I can't do it either, so this is pretty awkward.
I wandered around for another hour looking for edit points like that.
There's no way I, who's already achieved every achievement, would be able to catch edit points… I was about to give up and turn the screen when Discord started blinking.
When I opened it, there were messages from five minutes ago.
Huh? Is that the game I know? That one's a phone game, so connecting it to stream would be a hassle, right? And I'm a super expert.
Back in school I was the Hand of God, the legend of the Floating City map.
Regular people can never beat me. I'm that level of skilled.
Isn't it luck-based? How do you win a dice-rolling game without luck? What absurd nonsense.
I opened my phone and installed the game. Logging in after such a long time. It was so much fun. My nostalgia itself.
I really worked hard at it. How hard? I prepared three spare phones. Then made a room and bankrupted them all. Then I'd have gotten the max score of thirty thousand points each. Made a ton of money too.
Ha… all nostalgia. Pure nostalgia.
On top of that I always sent game chats to Mom and Dad.
I didn't have many friends… so I went into those ghost-account rooms and added friends like crazy until I gathered five hundred people. Probably.
"Um. One moment. Turning off GTA… chat, how do you stream mobile?"
"Ah. I got a collab invitation, but we have to do it on mobile."
I've never done mobile streaming.
This… if I install an emulator I could do it. But doing it by hand will be more thrilling, and the nostalgia will be more vivid.
To savor the nostalgia, I have to do it on the phone even if it's inconvenient.
I diligently learned how to stream mobile—then heard shocking words.
"That… it's not the mobile version, it's the com… computer version? The computer version and mobile version are different? Why? Uh… really? Why is there a computer version too? Why?"
Our collab was on the computer version, so I fell into shock. At first I thought they were joking, but when I searched, there really was a computer version sitting right there.
No way… how could this be. I really didn't know.
I hurriedly downloaded the computer version.
Fortunately the file size wasn't that big, so I installed it quickly and went right into Discord… Ooooooh!!
"Welcome~"
"We were about to end but~ thank you~"
Raming and Motteok's familiar voices. That's not important. What's important right now—
"Ohh!! Nemmo!! I completely found you, Nemmo."
"Me… whyyy?"
"Whoa!! Are you protecting Shape World here? Whoaaa!! I've prepared twenty-three Q&As I want to ask you right now, Nemmo!! Whoa. I'm really deep into Shape World. There's so much I want to ask… Ha. I'll ask everything."
I couldn't be happier. I was so happy.
"I… is it okay if I leave?"
"Then, I'll leave too."
"Th… then I'll stay."
"Oho. So that's how you're playing this. Then I'll chase you to the ends of the eaaarth."
"Nemmo. Did you do something wrong?"
Motteok speaks, but she didn't do anything wrong. She did great. We should be praising Nemmo and then some. Ugh!!
So Motteok does forced hate toward other people too. Now I know. I just figured it out.
"Everyone please clap for Nemmo. Nemmo didn't do anything wrong. Don't get discouraged. If there's forced hate, just ignore it all!! Like me. There's no way anyone could badmouth me. Logically speaking. Yeah, same for Nemmo. Forced hate against Nemmo can't logically hold up."
I spoke with all sincerity.
My sincerity got through, right? Ehehe.