Chapter 64
Chapter 64
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: White Day: Love in the Name of Revenge (3)
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"Wow."
Scattered flower petals.
A beautiful sky.
A flower field swaying in the breeze.
Myth stared up at the sky for a good while, forgetting she was even live on stream.
Is this really a VR map? The question bubbled up naturally.
She was clearly in her room, VR headset on, yet it felt like a real breeze was blowing and the flowers' fragrance was wafting through the air.
An impossible sensation by any logical standard—an optical illusion born from overwhelming graphics and quality.
Copy-pasting a single flower endlessly might look tidy, but that tidiness would bring an uncanny sense of wrongness.
So Legend had chosen a different path.
He'd handcrafted an unimaginable number of flowers, each one individually modeled.
Subtle differences.
Changes so minute you had to squint to notice.
But when hundreds came together, they created perfect disorder, and that disorder's beauty stabbed straight into her heart under the name of natural perfection.
The reason was obvious.
Oh man.
This is too much, Seta.
How am I not supposed to fall for you again?
Myth reached out and brushed a flower.
No texture, of course, but with a pop, the flower fell into her hand.
"Ahaha! You hid this mechanic too, huh?"
Myth cradled the single flower preciously in her hand.
Just to check, she reached for another.
As if he'd anticipated she'd do exactly that.
"Hehe, did you predict everything?"
It danced in her palm, but if it was his palm, what more could she want?
Flowers began gathering in Myth's hand.
One by one, they took shape, and after about twelve...
Pong!
With that sound, they formed a bouquet in her hand.
Myth buried her face in it with a smile.
No scent or texture, but the love? That came through crystal clear.
Ah, this is nice.
"Seriously. I love it."
Was she talking about the map? The gimmicks? Or the guy passed out asleep somewhere?
Swallowing the answer inwardly, Myth kept burying her face in the bouquet.
"Meow."
As she admired the finished bouquet, a meow suddenly came from her feet.
Oh right, there was a cat too.
Another gimmick?
Myth crouched down to look.
Grabbing the floating camera, she adjusted the angle to capture the cat's cuteness—and herself—in one shot.
"Whoa, guys, look at this. Super cute, right?"
Myth gazed at the cat.
Gleaming fur, big adorable eyes staring up at her.
She'd never been into pets, but this one made her want to adopt a cat without even realizing it.
Wait a sec.
Staring longer, a fuzzy image of someone popped into her head—could it be—
"Meow."
The cat met her eyes for a split second, then turned and wiggled off through the flowers, like it wanted her to follow.
Myth trailed after it slowly.
"How'd you even make something like this?"
With each step, flowers parted left and right around the cat.
White field, dark cat—no trouble tracking it.
Every little detail was such thoughtful care.
"Lots more to show?"
"Meow."
The cat glanced back with a meow.
Hard to tell yes or no, but Myth followed.
"Can I get hyped?"
"...Meow."
Ah, got it this time.
That was a yes.
Gazing at the suspiciously familiar cat, Myth grinned brightly.
Cough.
Blood spurted from the blonde girl's mouth.
"Ugh..."
The girl stared at the red pooling in her palm for a moment, then casually wiped it off with tissue and wet wipes like it was routine.
The illness that had tormented her long ago was a miracle cured, but sadly, the aftereffects lingered in her body.
Still, for Sara Iris—America's top VTuber and the English-speaking world's number one—it was something to be grateful for.
At an age where she'd normally be long dead, her ability to keep VTubing was nothing short of a miracle.
Just coughing up blood a few times a day and a bit of frailty? She was practically normal.
Unlike the other kids still suffering from that disease's scars.
7 AM.
In New York, on the opposite side of the planet from Korea with its 13-hour time difference,
Sara stared at her screen with shining eyes.
The first time Sara Iris saw this map, she'd felt 100% sincerity and an immeasurable amount of love.
It was a shock.
Yeah, the kind that made her scream on the spot.
Who in the world could make a map that let you feel the love just by looking?
Not some tacky love declaration plastered with hearts, pinks, ribbons, and messages.
"Amazing."
Vast sky, painstaking flowers, trees, benches, objects.
And the cute cat.
Every single one made her feel the love.
"Come to think of it, QWER's in a similar boat."
A disease or injury with near-zero survival odds, miraculously overcome.
Though her case—cured via surgery—was worlds apart from lying comatose for seven years and suddenly waking up.
"Looks fun."
Sara grabbed her phone and dialed as she watched Myth happily exploring gimmicks in the beautiful map.
7 AM, but whatever.
Someone would pick up.
Click.
As the call connected, Sara spoke.
"Wanna go to Korea?"
It was the signal flare for a new incident.
"Haa. That was fun."
Myth stretched with a genuinely happy smile.
After a minor incident where her thin dress exposed her armpits to cheers from viewers, the stream went smoothly.
They looped through maps, returning to this pristine white garden.
Like a date with Legend, following the cat on a short two-hour tour that was pure joy.
"I don't think my smile dropped once. Did yours?"
Viewers raged at who she was teasing.
No intention there.
Myth pouted and looked around.
"Man, too good to play just once. Maybe bring other VTubers next time for a collab tour?"
"Yeah. Next time, like a spring picnic vibe, gather some folks."
Probably Myth's wide network.
Chat begged her to bring their favorite VTubers.
She chatted and bantered with them, then noticed the cat trying to lead her somewhere.
"Meow."
Follow?
A short walk led to a bench.
Hop.
The cat sat and patted the spot beside it with its tail.
Sit?
She wanted to, but VR world.
Oblivious, the cat patted insistently.
Uh, what now?
Pretend to sit? Invisible chair pose?
As Myth pondered, someone grabbed her arm.
She barely stifled a scream with pro streamer instincts.
Slender hand—probably ours.
Guided a few steps, something bumped her foot.
Chair?
It guided her waist down gently.
Chair caught her butt; she leaned back.
Sitting, but why?
As she blinked, the cat nodded skyward.
"Meow."
Myth followed its gaze.
Suddenly, her eyes filled with stars—not her avatar's, but a meteor shower pouring down like a feast.
Myth and viewers watched the breathtaking barrage in silence.
Day turned to night,
and long after the shower ended.
They emerged from the afterglow.
"Truly... Myth, wait, no. Legend."
With a slightly altered closing line, the stream ended.
Hoo.
Stream over, Myth removed her VR headset.
Even with modern lightweight tech, hours with something on your head wasn't easy.
Before wiping her sweaty forehead, she noticed something off.
The sweet cocoa scent right beside her.
Myth's lips curved idiotically upward.
"What? Weren't you sleeping?"
"Guess I was too nervous to sleep."
Turning, Legend sat there with tired eyes.
Should've rested, but those words didn't come.
Just affection swelling for the surprise despite it all.
"How was it?"
With that, Legend handed over a bouquet of twelve white flowers.
Eh? Huh?
Come to think, first bouquet from a guy since Dad at graduation.
What to do.
Fresh flowers' scent mixed with Legend's, dizzyingly sweet.
Identical to the one from the map. Clutching it, Myth quelled her pounding heart.
"Beautiful."
She could close her eyes now and see it all vividly.
White flower field, rustling leaf path, vast sky, breath-stealing meteors.
Compared to this place?
Sterile studio, staring cameras, appliances.
Hard marble floor, green mat, chroma key behind.
Basic setup, alien to beauty.
Yet still.
"Sadly, this is more beautiful."
Just you beside me making the world so lovely—is that a shame for you?
Can't help it.
Your spot next to me is the best.
"Gotta step up my game."
"Hehe, looking forward to it."
"Do your worst. I'll fall for it every time."
"Yeah."
Sweaty forehead buried in Legend's chest; he stroked her hair.
In the sterile studio, feeling star-like emotions.
They quietly felt each other.