Bath Broadcast
Even though Nami had streamed on Sunday, the video hadn't gone up on VTube right away. She'd learned her lesson from other VTube channels ripping off her content, so this time she'd properly locked down distribution. The lack of a replay on her Twishi channel had been hell for fans who missed the stream for unavoidable reasons.
The only materials allowed under Twishi policy—without violating terms—were video clips under 15 seconds with audio stripped or audio clips under 30 seconds with video removed. Still, no one could dismiss the clears of Part 1's Jin Chronicle, Part 2's Nocturne Nailingk, and Part 3's Callistus I as rumors anymore.
The 20,000 viewers who'd stuck around until the very end were busy blabbing about what they'd seen and heard. But in the chaotic internet ecosystem, where everyone just spouted their own takes and dipped, it was frustratingly hard to get clear, organized info. Then, finally, a ray of light pierced the gloom.
She'd said she'd do VTube, and sure enough, this stubborn holdout finally launched one ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
└ Thumbnail slays even harder. Did she snag an illustrator?
└ NoName's secretly meticulous af
└ Power of the algorithm?
[Just watched the first vid... (no spoilers)]
Title: Schrödinger's Cat. (NoName petting Adella's head.jpg)
Thumbnail's from a viewer mission, but it drips 1930s Ghibli vibes. Feels like a frame from a masterpiece—kept staring and got this weird mood, but it nails Adella's bashful grin ㄷㄷ. Don't wanna spoil, so I'll just say it goes up to her first takedown of Valrum Venaons.
└(OP) Nah, edited but kept as raw as possible. Actual run was like 2 hrs.
VTube upload calmed the NoName hunt for a bit, but it didn't last a day.
Actually, she's not here! (Pissed Adella-con)
A magic genius, sword genius, perfect personality, and stunning high school girl? No way that exists IRL. (Frowning Adella-con)
Adella just... misses you guys so much she lied. (Downcast Adella-con)
Gotta do something to make you remember me... (NoName – Adella final scene.jpg)
└ Saving Adella was peak emotion...
She's hearting posts rn?
└ Fr ㄷㄷ
└ Chills
This top reply got a notification ping right after.
"Hey everyone, long time no see."
She kicked off lightly, eyes flicking over the chat scrolling upward like reverse gravity.
"Song requests? Hearing the same tracks gets old. Encore?"
She was in the bath.
If she had to pick her favorite 21st-century invention, it'd be this hologram projector. Adjusting the screen and chatting with wet hands via thought alone was straight magic.
She'd split the chat into two panes for easy reading, lounging in the tub in comfort. As expected, the masses fixated on World of Arceria.
She'd ended the last stream abruptly, planning an announcement once Waresoft unlocked her account. But the world didn't bend to her whims. She'd held out, only learning via news before email—and that sparked this stream.
"Everyone see the VTube? Think it went up yesterday."
"Editor? Yeah, I got one personally. Wasn't sold at first, but friend connection. Bad? Say so, I'll drop 'em."
Reactions weren't bad. 95% "well-made," 5% tweaks needed. Few outright negatives in the flood.
Seriously good. Pulled an all-nighter—glad it landed well.
Her manager nicely teed up what she was about to say: "Any word from Waresoft?"
Shoulder water evaporated against the air, chilling her. She sank deeper, outlining the past 5 days.
"Account unlocked Tuesday like everyone else's. But yeah, save files wiped clean. Recovery requested, no reply yet."
└ Shorted all in, wish it'd tank more lolol
└ Lines jammed lolol
Connections matter, huh? Should've streamed sooner.
└ Corp mess lololol
└ Legend lololol
└ Publishing's local, makes sense
└ Nah, no hotline? Insane
└ HQ lit the fire, Korea ghosts 'em lolol
She dialed the number, skimming chat rage while steadying herself for the tone.
Smooth mid-40s woman's voice. Forgot auto-translate—slight delay, but fine. Switched to speaker for viewers.
"Is this Waresoft Business Division Head?"
[Yes, you've reached the right number.]
"NoName, World of Arceria user. ID 3947292. Check?"
[Uh... one moment. Is this your personal number?]
"Yes."
[Got it. For privacy policy, press 1 on dial to confirm.]
Call muted for lookup.
"Me? Bathing."
└ If not first, it'd be weirder lolol
No visual, just audio—why the freakout? Twishi culture still a ways off for them.
She wrung her seaweed-like hair, droplets pattering. Loved this tub's heater—water stayed hot. Sank to neck, eyes closed, awaiting Waresoft.
"Hnggg..."
└ Splash splash rite? lol
Voice modulator tricked them—fine, but overkill.
Michelle asked for 2 more mins. Bored of underwater bubbles, she teased viewers: "Sing that lullaby from last week? Captain of the Utopia."
Kid voice fit best—might as well leverage her age.
A ship set sail across the distant sea in search of a continent.
Loaded with the dreams of 32 passengers, it ventured forth.
Unlike hopeful kids' songs, Captain of the Utopia hid a creepy end. Why'd it trend in her past life? Mirrored the era.
Adults didn't want upright, kind, just kids—they wanted selfish survivors for harsh times. Vicious cycles persisted. Many launched sails for new lands amid barren earth.
But past Earth's single continent dashed hopes—no unified name, everyone winged it. Eurasia-sized mass ringed by ocean—westward meant east end eventually. Final cannibals? Demons, prob.
The ship never resurfaced.
Now no one's left.