Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Hello, I'm Legend. Ah, the Name? (2)
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Who on earth had come to our house?
The place hadn't had a single visitor besides my parents since we'd moved in, so my heart was pounding for no good reason.
"Sis, you're here?"
"Yeah, but man, you really live next door."
A familiar voice drifted in.
Huh, I've heard that somewhere before.
Oh, no way.
I jumped up from my seat in a hurry.
"Hey, Yeona-sis is here—how could you just sit there?"
"Oh, Legend bro's here too? Nice to see you~. Heard all about the good stuff."
Sure enough, there was Yeona-sis at our front door, arms loaded with bags.
Even though it was only my second time meeting her, she already felt so approachable. Her charisma was off the charts, no doubt.
No wonder she hit a million domestic Nutuber subs on pure talent.
"You heard about it last time anyway."
"Doesn't matter—it's different hearing it straight from the source. Myth really shines twice as bright as a VTuber."
"You think so? To me, she's cute either way."
VTuber Myth has more charm, huh.
I couldn't really agree. Her real face and avatar didn't look that different to begin with.
They're both just cute and pretty, right?
"Seol-ah...!"
Myth threw her arms around me like she was moved to tears.
What? I just said the obvious.
"...G-Good call bringing americano today."
"Huh? Sis, you always get caramel macchiatos. We have a pod machine—want me to make you one?"
"You think I'd bring something sweet when I'm here to see you two? This thing's sweet enough to kill me."
Yeona-sis stuck out her tongue like she was genuinely done with it.
"Isn't there too much syrup in it?"
"Ugh... f-fine. Let me in already. This is heavy. You brat."
"Yep. Come on in."
Yeona-sis stepped inside.
Okay, I get all that—but seriously, why is she here?
"But Myth."
"Yeah?"
"Why is Yeona-sis here?"
"Whaaat~? Maybe she just came to hang out, Legend bro. Aren't we close enough for that?"
Yeona-sis plopped on the sofa, pulling a sad puppy face like I'd hurt her feelings.
Uh, what? Did I mess up somehow?
I hurried to apologize.
"N-No, it's not that you're unwelcome or anything, it's just...!"
"Hey, hey, sis. Don't bully Seol too much."
Myth quickly stepped between us.
"Sorry, sorry. Aw, Legend bro's fun to tease. Feels like hanging with a fresh-faced college kid."
"...My mental age really is that of a newbie college freshman."
"Gasp, so Myth's picture becomes a 27-year-old kidnapping and devouring a college kid—"
"Sis!!!"
Whoa.
Myth legit flew through the air and nailed Yeona-sis with a flashy flying kick.
"Hngh. Haha, you're light as a feather, Myth!"
"That's exactly what I was self-conscious about—why'd you say it?!"
Of course, it wasn't hard enough to hurt, and Myth was light anyway, so no real damage.
Still, interesting that Yeona-sis saw our relationship that way too.
Myth had lived a normal 27 years,
and I was basically 20 with seven years missing.
A seven-year age gap couple? Wild to think about.
Watching them bicker, I got a mischievous idea and opened my mouth.
Wanna tease her a bit.
"Myth au—"
That was a mistake.
"Seol-ah."
Myth cut me off, her voice low.
My instincts screamed alarms, my gut yelling that one more word and I'd be ground meat.
Oh crap, one wrong move and I'm dead.
Legend clamped his mouth shut and dropped to his knees.
GoOOOOO—
Myth's eyes were still burning.
Like that wasn't enough.
I cautiously raised both hands.
Only then did Myth speak.
"Seol-ah."
"Yes."
"You know I love you, right."
"Yes."
"Let's get along."
"...Yes."
An unspoken rule was set.
Never call Myth "auntie." Ever.
Pfft... ngh... heh...
Yeona-sis in the back, hand over her mouth, clutching her stomach in laughter—totally her fault.
After the minor(?) incident, we all sat in the living room.
Me and Myth side by side, Yeona-sis across from us.
So again—why is she here?
I had a rough idea, but I wanted confirmation.
Maybe reading my mind, Myth started talking first.
"So, like I said earlier, anyone even slightly into VTubing—or internet streaming in general—is laser-focused on you right now."
"Yeah, probably."
"The virtue of a streamer is clearing up their doubts and hitting 'em with the next dopamine hit."
"...I'm not a streamer, though?"
Sure, I'd do it if Myth wanted, but deep down, I hoped to avoid it if possible.
But Myth grabbed both my hands, eyes sparkling.
"Seol-ah, the world's waiting for you more than ever. Start streaming now and you'll blow up guaranteed!"
"I agree with Myth. If I were you, Legend bro, I wouldn't even hesitate to start a channel."
The two started persuading me desperately, but my thoughts didn't budge.
Hmm, really?
I could just guest on Myth's stream once, show off my work speed, clear things up—no need for my own channel, right?
It wasn't a lack of ambition for streaming; I just had zero confidence I'd be good at it.
Maybe because the best streamer I knew was Myth, and next was Yeona-sis.
"But I don't have your wit or charm."
"Wit matters in streaming, but if you've got something better, who needs it?"
"Something better?"
"Yeah, Myth told me your work speed is insanely fast."
There are those rare types in the world.
Streamers with 'talent' so overwhelming it crushes wit entirely.
Safe to say they outshine mere smooth-talkers by miles.
"Of course, it's your call, Seol-ah. I wouldn't force you into something you hate."
We had second and third plans lined up solid anyway.
Myth winked.
Streaming. Streaming, huh.
Me, becoming one of those people I'd only seen on screens?
Just thinking about it felt weirdly surreal.
My heart already ached daily knowing the 5-million-sub VTuber Myth was my girlfriend.
And across from me—
"What? Something on my face?"
"...Seol-ah, don't stare so obviously."
Even Yeona-sis saying stuff like that—she was a mega Nutuber I'd never have met without Myth.
My worries deepened, thoughts swirling.
"You want me to start a cam channel?"
"...Honestly, yeah. I'd love if you turned on cam."
"Any special reason?"
"This sis'll explain. Bro."
Yeona-sis pulled out a tablet from her bag and set it on the table.
"What's the biggest difference between VTubers and cam streams?"
"Showing your face or not?"
"Close, but think bigger. It's—"
Tap. Clicky-click. Tap-tap-tap.
Text appeared on the tablet.
"...Content?"
"Exactly. VTubers and cam streams offer totally different content directions."
VTubers deliver live shows and subculture avatar flair no normal person could.
Cam streams? Everyday stuff. Cooking, outdoors, whatever. Processed daily life fed to viewers—that's cam content.
"Pie slices and preferences used to matter, but VTubers own their slice now. No need to worry about it anymore."
"So basically, different paths mean more content options overall— that's your pitch?"
"Spot on. Legend bro must've studied well."
...I only took the first session of the college entrance exam.
Eh, whatever—moving on.
"Honestly, I don't care much about that stuff."
"Weren't you talking about attention and interest earlier?"
"That's explainable rationally."
"So what's the irrational part?"
"This—"
Myth's face closed in instantly.
Mwah.
Yeona-sis right there, and Myth boldly pecked my cheek anyway.
"H-Hey...! In front of Yeona-sis...!"
Ignoring my fluster, Myth said shyly,
"Just wanted to tell the world—this is my boyfriend."
Ha.
No escaping that logic.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Fine, whatever.
If Myth wanted this.
"Can't do regular streams."
"No worries. You're not cut out for full-time anyway. Just turn it on occasionally to keep the streamer title active. Japan has similar cases."
"Can I even do it well?"
"You'll kill it. I guarantee—the 5-million VTuber seal of approval."
"That's the most solid backing in the world."
I stroked Myth's hair.
The feel of my fingers gliding through her silky strands was pure bliss.
Myth nuzzled into my hand like she wanted more.
...Yeona, watching with dead eyes, sighed and called us out.
"Sigh... You two know I'm here, right?"
"Oh, right. Sorry, forgot. Sis."
This girl.
Yeona slurped her usually untouched americano.
...Way too sweet. Overkill levels.
Even without a drop of syrup.
Bringing the americano? Solid choice after all.