Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: End of Summer
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“Everyone, hello~”
Watching someone else’s stream for the first time.
I flopped onto the bed right behind the desk while watching Maho, who was sitting in the gaming chair running the stream.
Oh, it’s so fluffy.
It feels way better than the bed back at my parents’ house.
“Now, as announced ahead of time, we have a guest today. Come on, guest… what are you doing?”
Maho progressed smoothly, spotted me lying behind her, and made a dumbfounded face.
“It smells nice?”
“Hurry up and come say hi.”
Right, I should greet them.
I struggled to lift my body from the fluffy bed.
Can’t just freeload at someone else’s place.
“I’m Miro. I’m here as a guest today.”
- Welcome Miro-nim
- lol this girl ran here
- hi hi
- Not doing Civ today, right?
Mixed in among the Mahoski fans chatting nicely were the Mirodan members.
Looking at it this way, the chat level was definitely a bit high. Good thing I warned them beforehand.
“Everyone, since it’s Maho unnie’s stream, keep the level in check. I won’t take responsibility if you get banned mercilessly.”
Not just merciless—they’d probably get banned brutally.
That viewer I just saw probably ate a 3-day ban, right?
I’d asked Maho’s chat-managing Manager-nim ahead of time.
Any harsh words in chat? Not my viewers or trolls, so ban without hesitation.
Since it’s someone else’s stream, I needed to enforce strict discipline.
I’d loosen up plenty in my own stream.
- lol
- I’ll watch my mouth
- We’re sorry.. please no ban..
“Yeah, yeah. Mirodan folks, maintain some dignity please.”
- Yes sir ^^7
- Dignity..? Did we ever have that?
- Hmm.. doesn’t the streamer lack dignity herself?
Well, if they’d listen just ‘cause I said so, they wouldn’t be Mirodan… but this should do.
“All done?”
“Yes, go ahead and proceed.”
After sorta requesting—no, firmly requesting—the Mirodan, I handed the reins back to Maho.
I was just a guest today, so hosting was purely her job.
“Alright then, shall we get to what we prepared?”
The other Heavenly Realm Project members prepped somewhat before their streams, myself excluded.
Maho had too, and she’d handled today’s full schedule.
“Here’s what we prepared.”
Maho said so and put up a picture on screen.
On a slightly crooked background sketch, big letters read one thing.
QnA.
Maho suggested it’d be fun to take questions together, and I’d agreed.
- Oh
- Nice lol
- Looking forward~
That kicked off the time receiving and answering viewer questions.
Questions varied: first impressions onward to future plans, how we got close, off-stream life, and more.
We answered earnestly, and time flew by. While pondering the shift to next segment, one more question dropped.
[Anonymous-nim, 5,000 won donation! Thank you!]
What’s the hardest part of streaming for both of you?
The donation message hit, so I pondered an answer.
Hardest thing? What could it be?
Honestly, way easier making money than a regular office job, right?
But streaming wasn’t some pure honey-pot gig.
Popularity was a harsh metric.
“Um… for me…”
Maho spoke first.
“Preparing content, I think. Prep’s tough enough, but it’s me showing you all what I planned purely, right? So I ride highs and lows off every viewer reaction.”
Surprised by the unexpectedly serious answer.
Yeah, fair point.
Your own content prep meant owning the results fully.
Plenty reason for sensitive streamers to struggle over viewer reactions.
- ㅜㅠㅠㅜ
- We’re sorry ㅜㅜ
- Head… bang?
Viewers turned into a tearful sea too.
Mahoski, Maho’s fandom, had high loyalty unlike Mirodan.
Wish my viewers picked up on that.
“Ah, kinda embarrassing now? So Miro, when do you struggle most?”
Maho passed the baton to me sheepishly, but I had zilch to say.
What did I struggle with?
Hard to find anyone more chill streaming than me.
Prep? Whatever. My personality didn’t even register hardship.
Optimistic if nice, nonstop happiness circuit if mean.
“For me, um… honestly? Nothing really hard?”
“What? For real?”
Maho stared like it was absurd, but what could I do—no hardships.
“My stream style skips prep anyway. Solo might be tough, but The Six handles it all, so I just chow down what’s served.”
“Eek, too freeloading much?”
Freeloading? Sure, call it that.
But hey, I was too good.
“But… I live life easy mode…”
“Wow, for real. Mirodan, mind if I deck Miro once?”
“Why ask them?”
“No need to ask you.”
Her fist edged closer as she said it.
No way she’d swing, but if she did? Game over.
“Whoa whoa, calm down—we got content left.”
“What?”
“W-we’re doing cooking… swing that fist now, and you solo cooking plus dishes?”
“Fair point, huh?”
She said dumbfoundedly, fist dipping slightly. Good, crisis averted.
“Alright. Move to cooking stream now?”
“Phew, if you put it that way, no choice.”
Smooth shift from QnA to cooking stream.
I’d prepped the cooking setup fully. Experience from last Miro 24 Hours made it smooth.
“Gotta wear this?”
“Yep.”
Maho eyed the mask I’d pulled from my bag warily, shook her head, set it down.
“Not wearing?”
“Mask should suffice?”
“Eek.”
Bit disappointed as she donned the black mask.
Odds of another mishap? Slim.
Excuse—I just wanted to mask up Maho… oh well.
“Alright, start?”
“Yes, start it.”
Cooking stream via Maho’s account.
Mine would work, but everyone was on hers.
No need to confuse.
“Started okay?”
“Yeah, look.”
Her phone streamed, so I monitored on mine, eyed the chat.
“Good to go.”
“Now just cook.”
“Shall we…?”
Maho’s kitchen boasted decent tools and ingredients.
No match for Mrs. Jang’s home setup, but top-tier for solo living.
“Grab the kimchi there please.”
“Eggs too?”
“Ah, yes—eggs ahead too.”
Today’s dish: kimchi fried rice.
Easy to make, stuff to show off.
Like my flashy egg flip.
“No screw-ups this time?”
“That was the oil… no mistakes now.”
Couldn’t repeat that fiasco.
- Ah~ oil’s fault huh
- Oil’s the villain, right?
- Excuses galore
Brushed off viewer snark, kept cooking.
Kimchi fried rice? Needed laser focus or burn city.
Warrior-vs-archrival mindset yielded kimchi fried rice that looked pro from the get-go.
“Wow, what?”
“I made it.”
- Wow insane
- Why so good? lol
- No clue fr
- Mediocre, boring
“Not mediocre—good.”
“Wow, tasty!”
Beamed at Maho’s thumbs-up.
Yeah, cooking mastered now?
Regular stream fodder?
Bonus: ease Mrs. Jang’s load.
Wrapped meal amid praise and cheers.
Dessert ice cream down, promised time neared.
“Now premiere’s close, right?”
“Yeah, soon.”
Zero nerves earlier, but premiere looming filled the room with tension.
- Hyped
- Stream time
- Charts this time mandatory lol
Viewers buzzed with excitement.
Yeah, pure fun no worries.
Envy flickered, but I shook it off.
Ignore tension? Nah.
Better than first album premiere. Confidence now.
Song killer, MV promising.
Intro tease sold it.
Gonna be great. Had to be.
Tense beside Maho, watched premiere tick down.
10 min to 5, 5 to 1, now 30-sec countdown.
“Wow Miro, what to do? Super tense.”
“Me too—don’t talk.”
“You get tense?”
“What do you take me for?”
“Nah, your image just…”
- Fr, why tense? lol
- Acting ㅇㅇ
- Head’s all Civ rn
- Classic Miro
Viewers piled on the roast, but no reaction time.
Countdown at 10!
“Hope it goes well.”
Song had to slap. Keep Heavenly Realm Project momentum hot.
Wanna stick around long.
Watch 2nd gen, 3rd gen debut, company boom.
Local VTubers turned gatherings into content, big anniversaries popped off.
As 1st gen, all the perks.
Pictured blissful future, countdown ticked.
5 sec, heard Maho swallow.
4.
3.
2.
1.
0 hit, brief blackout.
Dark bg birthed glowing points, swelling to stunning night sky.
‘Midst starry perfection, one red streak soared.
Burst—fireworks confirmed.
Reds rose ground-up, bathing sky in artificial glow.
Half-sky filled, camera dipped to the source.
There: six stunning school-uniformed girls.
Starlight and fireworks rained sparkle on the field below as the girls beamed, launching fireworks.
Pops faded to drums, melody flowed.
[A-]
Clear, crystalline voice followed.
Roa led intro this time.
She wove her crisp tone into cool night-air lyrics, serene.
…Pure Roa lyrics.
VTuber Roa, not IRL.
Member voices layered in, bgs shifted.
Streets, school—like intro vid.
Post-Roa, Mile, Maho.
Studio-familiar melody hit, pool scene—my part incoming.
“Ah.”
Miro char popped onscreen, lyrics I’d blushed belting in booth flooded back.
Memory surged—I bolted to flee.
Thwack!
Maho’s long arm snagged me.
“Unnie?”
“What? Watch it all.”
“Aaak!”
Screen-Miro sang.
Narcissism-packed, to me max-cringe lyrics spilling…