Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Tower-Climbing Fox God VTuber
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Clipper Wakamo Inarizushi woke up one morning from an uneasy dream to discover that he had transformed into a massive Fox God inside his bed.
'First, let's stay calm.'
To be precise, it was just before 6 a.m. It was now 5 a.m.... New York would soon hit 17:00, and his favorite overseas VTuber was collabing with her friends today, so he had a duty to tune in. Honestly, he didn't even have time to agonize over this.
'Staying inside means no losses for now.'
Anything he needed, he could just order delivery. Even more surprisingly, he was a shut-in homeowner with his own property. He hadn't earned this much from just Bitcoin and stocks—there was that miraculous first-place lottery win, and he'd jumped into markets faster than most, reaping big rewards. He'd stocked up massively on Dogecoin back when it was 50 won.
Thud.
Rising from bed, he smacked his head on the ceiling. Just how tall was he?
"But no problem at all...!!"
After all, weren't there VTubers who set their height to 300 meters? He'd once gone viral with the eight-foot ghost meme, so he'd crafted a whole non-human concept on the fly—big and hefty, with the weight matching roughly. Honestly, that setup felt like pure improv from that day. Debuting as a Fox God was just because his viewer-engagement concept was a deity.
Remembering those days made his chest tighten for some reason. Just when he thought he'd made it as a VTuber, she suddenly debuted as a singer and hit TV screens—betrayal stung, but he was happy she'd succeeded... Still, that later interview treating her streaming days like a launchpad left a scar.
For now, though—what the hell had turned him into this?
The answer hit the moment the question formed.
In the modern era, sudden physical transformations only meant one thing:【Ascender's Awakening】.
Ascenders' classes were determined by how they'd lived and their innate aptitudes. But plenty were twisted souls or had no clue why they'd been chosen or turned out this way. Weird ones like [Elf] or [Angel] popped up too. So was his class [Fox God]?
No way in hell.
He was just a VTuber who'd paid some mama commission for a basic 2D model. Transforming exactly to match that setup—that was a problem.
"『Status Window』."
Reality had turned fantastical. With the Tower's emergence came Ascenders. Korea had churned out countless【tower-climbing】stories, right? Unlucky authors writing Tower-like tales even got kidnapped by extreme Ascenders. The world had warped so much, reality felt lost to some.
But he could say this with certainty.
These days, jobs emerged no one could've predicted before. Pro gamers, streamers—that crowd. Human civilization would spawn all sorts of classes ahead... but not this. This was a serious issue.
[Status Window]
[Ascender: Wakamo Inarizushi]
[Class: VTuber]
[Age: 1,000 years old]
[Stats]
Mana: 70,584.
"Tower! You picked the wrong VTuber to mess with!!!"
Why the hell was his class VTuber?! In reality, that'd just make him a streamer... no, an internet celebrity! Sure, some VTubers revealed their real faces with the red pill while cosplaying their characters.
Streaming was whatever the streamer made of it... but a real-world VTuber class? Had the Tower lost its mind...?
"This has to be a 『Legendary Class』or something."
As mentioned, Tower classes could be extreme. Fantasy-flavored ones like [Driver], [Artist], [Satyr]. Folks called them『Legendary Classes』. In a way, they were true legends.
The [Driver] had awakened from someone who could pilot cars, trucks, even trains and planes. He summoned vehicles with his [Skills].
The [Artist] was a world-famous singer no one hadn't heard of—a producer too, with dozens of world tours. He buffed or debuffed with song.
And [Satyr]? A goat-fucking lunatic. There's only ever one『Legendary Class』per type. After the first Satyr user died, the second revealed the job change conditions, flipping the world in every sense. [Elf] and [Angel] survivors eked by, but other tragedies... let's skip those.
Yeah, only one person ever. Tower jobs anyone could theoretically access if they met conditions—bizarre ones.
With crap like this existing, the Tower wasn't the merciless trial-forcer from novels. Still, trouble for sure. They halted wars, fueled civilization and evolution with new resources... but screw up, and they'd nuke a city.
"...It said I could view job change conditions?"
Shaking heart? Denial of reality?
Popular clippers debuting as VTubers mid-career wasn't urban legend anymore—it was famous. That dessert lover who adored orcas succeeding as a virtual idol was living legend among clippers!!
But he never thought it'd happen to him!
"Job change conditions... tap the class..."
[Job Change Conditions]
1. Chosen by 100 VTubers.
2. Recognized by over 500,000 humans.
3. 1,000+ VTuber-related works.
4. 200+ people helped by donated assets.
5. 1,000+ music and symbols made for VTubers.
6. Introduced VTubers to 1,000,000+ people.
7. Conducted a massive ritual.
"....?"
Easier than expected? He knew at least three acquaintances who could pull this off? But something felt off.
The Tower had no clue about this class.
"This... isn't it idol worship?"
VTubers probably subbed him for clipping their vids. With 500k+ VTubers, plenty knew him as the "clipper who devoted his life to VTubers." His channel had over 2,000 VTuber vids—condition 3 checked out.
But "offerings"?
"Donations, right...?"
Sponsorship cash. From minor VTubers to those he'd watched for 5 years hitting corporate success. Streaming wasn't free; as their job, his donations surely helped. For 5, commissioning fanart, playing instruments, mixing tracks...
Just 1,000? Too easy.
6 was obvious. Hyping VTubers in collabs, directing his viewers their way.
But 7? Massive ritual?
"This has to be like a concert, right?"
He wasn't singer-great but instrument wizard. He'd play casually in streams to hype mood, provide BGM for collabs, create fun moments. Sometimes he'd volunteer for VTuber birthday concerts—not used, but on his terms.
If that's a ritual, it fit. Idol worship needed song and dance.
"No, why'd I even rationalize it like that?"
Absurd, but stream started—he'd watch first, think later. Long time with friends, singing, chatting away hours unnoticed. He smiled warmly, spammed donos saying congrats, and after 5 hours, realized something.
Not hungry?
Nine monitors blasting VTuber streams, notepad timing funny bits—body VTuber or not, as clipper he'd normally be bleary-eyed, stiff, sleepy from no exercise. But condition unchanged.
"Sigh...."
That killed focus on clipper duties. With endless VTubers, why him?
He just wanted to share the fun, spread it wide—not hoard it!!
"Skills first, then."
[Stats]
Mana: 69,856(70,584)
"....Huh?"
Mana dropped?
Anxious, he checked [Skill Window].
[Skills]
[Tower Entry]
-Enter selected Tower.
Once entered, no switching until climb ends.
"Standard for all Ascenders..."
[Idol's Body]
-All physical stats 100% mana-based.
-Fixed to horizon coordinate system; all physics reference self.
-Mana increases 1:1 with worshipper count.
-Mana hits 0: annihilation.
Yup, this insane Tower equated VTuber = idol = deity. Job conditions Tower's whim—no point protesting. Once Ascender, climb till death in this era. Class changes existed, but『Legendary Classes』were unreasonably fixed.
[Stats]
Mana: 69,854(70,584)
"19 hours till death, then."
Mind-blowing death sentence silenced him. Idle, no drain—but moving ticked it down slowly by 1!!
"Sigh...."
Ascenders had to register with Korea's Association. Skip if not climbing. Enter Tower, and it blasts "Cute newbie cleared floor 1!" whether wanted or not. Well, lists your name...
"Always chugging Hot Six during VTuber marathons, figured I'd die young..."
No.
He had to live till next year.
"Can't die before Virtual Live 7th gen's 3D debut mega-fest! Anima Minus Shop collab cafe's scheduled!!"
No choices.
Unwanted, the Tower turned poor clipper into VTuber.
Despair.
Crushing failure.
But joy too—ideal VTuber body, right up his alley.
And hollow sadness—never saw this coming.
Stream or not, internet traces lingered like tattoos. Unerasable marks.
Unarchive streams, membership exclusives—all recorded by maniacs.
He kept his personal.
Tears welled.
"Fox God pure VTuber dreams—shattered!!"
Knew this, he'd curse less on stream...!!
"[Tower Entry]!"
Someday asked why VTuber, blame Tower—knife to throat, forced him.
The Fox God wept, ascending the Tower.
Clipper lived dying-any-day life, but didn't wanna die unfairly sans VTuber streams.