Chapter 218
Chapter 218
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 218
Chapter Title: President's All-Out Support
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【Wakamo Corporation】.
This was the largest VTuber agency in East Asia, including South Korea.
It was a true paradise where, as long as you got hired as a VTuber, you could say your life had completely turned around.
Of course, there were strange rumors that it required the skills of a climber capable of protecting their own life.
They provided 100% support for whatever content the VTubers wanted to create.
They even covered overseas trips on days off, purchases, and anything else you needed—100% company support.
Wakamo Inarizushi had nothing but money, so she gave her affiliated VTubers permission to spend it freely.
She even treated equipment upgrades for climbers and consumables as VTuber welfare—no further explanation needed.
And above all, they never forced anything.
You just had to freely do your VTuber streams.
The president loved idol VTubers, so the only effort was toward creating original songs.
On top of that, the president struggled and fretted just from doing her own VTuber streams.
Knowing that, hardly any members pushed for collabs with her.
She loved and cherished her VTubers so much that she trembled in fear at the thought of ruining one of their streams.
To put it bluntly, she was a president who worried excessively.
Thanks to that, Wakamo Corporation ran mostly on solo streams, with occasional group collabs or group climbs.
Even the president did her own solo streams, staying in her lane as part of the team without mixing too much, doing whatever broadcast she wanted.
It wasn't for nothing that they were known for operating on a motto of freedom.
──Her affiliated members weren't too bothered by Wakamo's 【President Declaration】.
Don't forget.
This was the infamous end-stage VTuber demon.
Her love for VTubers went beyond limits, enough to overcome death and resurrect.
She was a wondrous idol who could become a fanatic or a devil just to watch VTuber streams.
What if such a person seriously started pushing, supporting, loving, collabing a ton with, and promoting content for her affiliated VTubers?
──What would happen?
"Hey, Manager—should we go pick it up soon?"
"Pick up what?"
"【Pinnacle】"
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What is a president?
A reliable, trustworthy figure respected by employees, right?
Of course, it didn't matter much if they were just seen as the person who paid salaries and ran the company.
"How's our company stock doing?"
"We don't have any."
"Why not?"
"Because we don't...?"
With no need for a stock listing since four nations danced to Wakamo's tune, did they really need stocks?
Won Da-hye asked out of genuine curiosity. Anyway, Wakamo started meticulously reviewing everything from content to VTuber contracts.
She had them all memorized anyway—from three sizes to hobbies and specialties—but atmosphere mattered.
What did you hope for when joining our company?
Even if you yourself had no dreams or goals as a VTuber, what did your fellow VTubers dream of?
"From now on, we're going all-in on massive content that'll drain my accounts dry, Manager!! How much do I have in the bank?"
"I'm Korean and studied math, but there are too many zeros—I don't know what to call it after that."
"Damn, I should've donated more. What's the point of hoarding all that cash?"
Anyway, Wakamo dove straight into bold reforms.
It might hit some members like a bolt from the blue, but the president had declared her love for VTubers.
What did it mean for someone who cherished every VTuber in the world to love her own even more specially?
How heavy and vast was that love?
[Author: WakamoMaMangChuChuGimme]
[Title: Guild Master's on Death Row? Dying Soon?]
(Clip completely vanished from Wakamo's channel photo)
(Independent VTuber clip channel)
(Affiliated VTuber hot clip compilation photo)
What the hell is this?
Why is the guild master's channel suddenly squeaky clean?
Only Wakamo guild master streams and affiliated VTuber clips on the channel?
Why were all other VTuber clips suddenly separated and shoved to a corner?
Why doesn't the battery drain even when notifications ring?
Did the Duelist's dark duel break his heart?
-Duelist: I didn't hit that hard!
ㄴYou're the reason the guild master's gone insane!
ㄴGuild master's tying up loose ends, right?
-Architect: HEY, BOYS? This for real TRUE?
ㄴGuild master kicked Oshi out of his channel.
ㄴJackson hyung!! I'm so scared!!!
-Morning wake-up and what the hell is this!!!
-Is he okay? Didn't fuck up, right?
-Cafe's only talking affiliated VTubers now.
ㄴStill leaving the VTuber intro board alone, though.
ㄴSuper awkward af, lololol
-What's going on right now??
-I'm genuinely scared.
Wakamo Inarizushi's VTuber channel was completely revamped.
Countless clips from other VTubers were fully separated and moved to another channel.
Now, Wakamo's channel only had affiliated VTuber hot clips and Wakamo's own videos.
Fans panicked at the spotlessly clean channel, wondering if it was hacked.
Climbers at the Russian Tower whispered in fear that the guild master had lost it from stress.
But Wakamo just streamed to her fans as if nothing happened, laughing and chatting away.
She'd only said she'd love and "specially treat" her affiliated VTubers more as their president.
──Her loyal viewers breathed a sigh of relief while offering condolences to the affiliated VTubers.
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Sadako lived in the same house as Wakamo.
From laundry to meals cooked by Wakamo, room cleaning by Wakamo—everything was meticulously cared for.
If she turned down collab invites out of fear, it was even more so since she spent everyday life with Wakamo anyway.
That made sense—she'd joined with the ambition of "I want to be Japan's strongest! Surpass my father and earn recognition!"
That's why Wakamo sparred with her steadily whenever she had time, teaching her [Skills] and raising her like a cherished disciple.
She was Sadako, the first-generation disciple of Wakamo, the grandmaster and great teacher.
She taught her more exclusive skills than even Yu Ying, sharing tons of knowledge—so did she really need collabs too? That's what Sadako thought.
She could drink freely, hit pachinko whenever, and stream however she wanted.
Honestly, was there an easier job? She'd told Wakamo that, but even if she had the talent to succeed solo as a VTuber, she wasn't into them from the start.
She'd stumbled into VTubing by chance, discovered her talent, and shone like a gem—without Wakamo, she'd probably be a washed-up martial artist living as a swan?
"Yawwwn~~"
"Sadako, if you're up, I'll tell you today's stream schedule."
"Huh??"
"From today, I've decided to shower even more love on my beloved VTubers!!
I've prepared massive content to make you Japan's strongest."
"Huh??"
The moment she woke up, Wakamo—who'd been waiting—washed her in a flash, changed her clothes, and dragged her outside.
A massive, grand dueling arena had been built in the front yard overnight.
"To make you Japan's strongest, I hired fighters from around the world as mercenaries."
"Huh??"
"You get stronger through real combat, Sadako!!! Oh, and I recruited Pilot's fandom, the [Sailors], too."
"These guys coming to fight me are fans?!"
"Seems like a trend."
Why was fighting VTubers as a fan suddenly trendy? Sadako's eyes spun as she couldn't keep up.
Asuka, waiting nearby, showed her the cafe announcement Wakamo posted.
It included [Cosplay mandatory], provided cosplay outfits, and hired fighters who fought unarmed in close-quarters combat.
Truly from around the world: musclebound Black guys three times Sadako's size, giants with tattoos covering their bodies and freakishly thick bones.
They weren't tense at all—spotting Sadako, they grinned brightly and waved.
Seeing macho men clutching papers preciously, even wearing Pilot T-shirts, Sadako smacked her forehead.
"We fight purely with skill and trained bodies. Also, this special arena heals you after fights."
"How'd you get something like that, Boss?"
"From our Russian Tower lord."
It had a function to heal after intense fights, and for emergencies, she hired [Wizards] who could heal too—pointing at the Inari fox goddess.
Asuka was on healing duty too, in a nurse cosplay, cheering Sadako on—but Sadako was still groggy and slow on the uptake.
"And I've prepared special opponents matched to your level."
"Who?"
"See that 2P color Red Mare Pilot over there?"
"Talk about an opponent I never imagined!!!"
The head-to-toe red [Red Mare Pilot] waved at Sadako.
A doppelganger? Before Sadako could ask, Wakamo explained.
"That [Red Pilot] uses Tai Chi Fist and ultra-fast martial arts. The [Green Pilot] next to her is a staff master wielding Eight Trigrams Palms including Air-Splitting Palm."
"What's Green?"
"And [Black Pilot] is a Drunken Fist master. See that [Pink Pilot]? She's a legit karate master using Great Mountain Karate."
With four color-coded Pilots, the original Blue(?) Mare Pilot looked dumbfounded.
Probably special members prepped with Wakamo's illusion skills, but their sentai poses woke Sadako right up.
"And finally, that [Gold Ultimate Oma Pilot] wields 【Authorities】 too—she's the ultimate demon Pilot."
"No, what's Oma Pilot?!"
"Beyond Japan's strongest to world's strongest!! Even if Storm God Susanoo descends from the tower, she'll win—I'll train her that far!! And we'll do it as massive VTuber content."
Pilot, now fully geared as 『Mare Pilot』, ascended the arena amid roaring applause and cheers from the Sailors.
Wakamo followed, grabbing the mic and shouting to all the waiting 【Fighters】.
"Every man dreams once of becoming the strongest man on earth!! A fighter is one who makes that their life's goal!!"
""""WAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!""""
"Wakamo and Pilot collab!! The navy captain advancing toward the strongest seat!! Defeat her, and the Volcano Sect's founder will take you as a disciple!! Plus massive prize money to the victor!!
Showing a cage overflowing with cash above the arena, the hired fighters who rushed forward roared in excitement.
Money, honor, glory, and fan meets!!
Excited Sailors, mercenaries hyping their battle spirit, Pilot series leering slyly at the original.
"I came here to crush challengers charging for supremacy and claim the strongest title! Mare Pilot!!"
"Come at me, you bastards!!! Japan's strongest is me, Mare Pilot──!!!!"
True to form as the captain who rode any vibe, she hit peak energy the moment she took the stage, provoking the challengers.
Mare Pilot at the ring's center greeted viewers as the stream went live.
"Second sis, Leopardon go!!"
"Navy knifehand strike!!"
"Gyaaah!!"
With Wakamo's declaration, the pirate-cosplayed challenger leaped in boldly—only to go down in one hit.
The challenger slid out of the arena into the darkness, spotlight hitting Pilot.
Wakamo draped the champion belt on her for the camera, and Pilot's motivation skyrocketed.
Displaying expensive booze on the belt too, Pilot ignited.
"Come at me, you bastards!!!"
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"Hey, friends—Hajime Ichigo here."
"And I'm Ichigo's friend, Bag-chan."
-Snake Fist master Mei, no?
-Attaching -chan? Mind your age.
-Shamelessness is top-tier lololol
-Wait, so the announcement's real?? For real?
-Finally, survival stream's here.
-Sticking to survival expert concept?
-Lol can't hold it lololol going now lololol
Right after breakfast, Ichigo—who hadn't packed gear in ages after seeing Mei's massive content plan—stood with Mei in the forest of 『Wakamo Floor 3』.
The content: Survival expert Ichigo enduring in the woods!!
It was a viewer participation stream with model prisoners Wakamo assigned separately, hired [friends], and fox spirit players living on Floor 3.
Incredible rewards for neutralizing survival pro Ichigo!!
Fox spirits could cooperate, assist, or follow along.
Just a knife, shovel, and bag, but Ichigo moved like a pro.
Worried about rust after so long? Nah—she whipped up a wooden spear and bow in seconds, hunting monsters released in the forest.
Mei followed diligently, lugging the bag as porter.
"Cameraman, hear that? Water sound."
"Nope."
"Age..."
-1,000 years old is long-lived....
-Ichigo, don't run so fast....
-Mei's got no knee cartilage.
-Is this even a collab???
-Why so few viewers lololol?
-Fox spirit logins probably?
-Damn lolololol
A bit thrown at first, but it was just camping alone with Wakamo in the forest—Yu Ying's satisfaction soared.
Mei built fires and grilled meat; Ichigo honed instincts, taking down approaching fox spirits and friends.
At night, Mei played guitar; Ichigo sang for fans.
Of course, model prisoners ambushed mid-song.
But friends hiding in the woods subdued and dragged them out.
Fox spirits gathered naturally, enjoying songs around the campfire, chatting—turning the survival content a bit iffy.
Then traps, giant insect monsters, armed pursuers galore.
It satisfied fans bummed about no final membership stream, creating another fun video.
Relentless chases, fights, resource gathering—no rest—but Ichigo smiled ear to ear.
Hand-in-hand with Mei, sprinting, floating down waterfalls, huddled in caves.
"This is healing content!!!"
-Our Ichigo loves the wild.
-Not just 'cause she's with mom?
-Survival expert's amazing adaptability.
-Excited for non-Floor 3 stuff too.
-Africa, Antarctica, mid-ocean—what??
-At this rate, space next lololol
"Should've collabed more often knowing you'd love it. Haven't been just us two since early days."
"Ehehehe."
Friends smiled warmly at Ichigo's blissful face buried in Mei's warmth, stuck tight.
Pursuing fox spirits fluffed fur, grinning as they pummeled model prisoners and friends.
Asuka and Inari fox goddess bet on Pilot's win, cheering throats raw; Wakamo commentated aflame with expert eyes; Pilot grabbed Red Pilot's collar, beat her down with a fireman's carry, roaring as victor.
Nowhere-else savage duels!!
Dopamine-exploding instinctual brawls!!
Captain fighting fiercer, more brutally than UFC.
Her constant dream of becoming Japan's strongest!
And Ichigo enjoying carefree survival play(?) with her mom-like figure, no interruptions(?).
She could summon any weapon if she wanted, but they crafted, hunted, built bases together.
It felt like they could just live here together forever—she adapted that fast.
Wandering Wakamo Floor 3 with Mei, fighting bugs from [Entomologists] and [Beekeepers], playing with fox spirits on stream.
Friends and viewers chilled to the subtly healing forest trip.
Especially the cooking with foraged ingredients was a hit.
Shoulder-to-shoulder, sipping tea, gazing at Floor 3's moon and stars—heartwarming.
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"Pipkin Mami, VTubers are like company products, right? To boost popularity and outpace rivals, what do we need?"
"Uh, um—public attention?"
"Exactly. So we're doing collabs, ads, all sorts."
Called by the president, Eva was surprised it was serious business, nodding.
Adelheit was thrilled about fanart from the president, but Eva got work instead.
Seeing stacks of ad and collab contracts, she wondered how many they'd do.
"All of them."
"For real?"
"But Mami, you want wealth and fame, right?"
"Yeah, but—"
"And popularity with guys?"
Then get famous, right?
From burger joints to braised chicken collabs—Eva was speechless at the execution power.
Bank ads, computer ads, VR gear, even game collabs.
Kang Yeo-ul frankly said she'd invested earnings in stocks and leveraged connections as president.
"That's the prep for now."
Original ad illustrations poured out, followed by endless original merch.
Acrylic stands made sense, but sports towels and standing razors? Eva gaped like a goldfish.
"Separate campaign giving exclusive merch via ad tags, you'll be appointed chief officer for our ad model division, original song and MV prepped for recording, CMs airing on web/TV in China, Korea, Japan, Russia."
"Acrylic boards, signed illustrations, tapestries—and a dedicated homepage?"
"Of course—Mami's in that lane? Cosmetics ads to winter fashion modeling—get ready."
Pipkin Mami, reading the perfectly organized schedule handed over, followed Kang Yeo-ul out to shoot ads and record.
She'd wanted money and fame, but not this level of full-throttle push.
Kang Yeo-ul said she'd expanded Adelheit's gallery with fanart and commissioned the Architect for jobs, but as Mami recalled her grueling police days from the killer schedule, she quietly lit a cigarette.
The president who'd let them do whatever freely was now hyper-managing as corporate boss.
'It's good, but isn't this overkill?'
Was this idol VTuber destiny?
Still, no stress.
It cleared up what to do—instead, it felt relieving.
Sneakily, Kang Yeo-ul scheduled collabs with her too.
Seeing VTuber agenda streams neatly slotted, Mami burst out laughing.
'Wow, is Olga singing right now?'
If he was boldly pushing what VTubers wanted...
Olga's probably singing now, Mami thought.
Unfortunately.
No one was stricter on idol peaks than Wakamo Inarizushi.
""Wake up!!""
Olga groggily donned glasses at the two white-masked golden-haired reveille.
Blasting Russian military song [We Are the People's Army], she shrieked in soldier-trauma haze as the two bound her arms, dragged her out, washed her, dressed her, hauled to the yard.
They'd moved to [My Worlds] to care for all VTubers up close.
Spotting the distant arena, she wondered—what?—as the two plopped red hats on.
"From now on! Your instructor!! As president, will train Olga into a top idol!!"
"This trash won't cut it for album 4!! For our beloved fans, we'll give our all!!"
"Yes, yep."
""No power in that response!!""
"Ow!!"
"Then morning run!!"
"Run, you sluggish lizard!!!"
Sandwiched in their pull-push combo, Olga ran.
Ran till breathless, then seized for idol flexibility "training"—torture.
Pilates variant, but twisted, bent, folded, contorted—Olga screamed like never even in torture training.
But flexibility and vocalization were key for idols, so they twisted harder.
"Compromises in the lyrics!!"
"What's this melody!!"
"Wanted to let Iosif Kan sing freely!! But as president who's heard countless VTuber songs, I can't approve!!"
"Thought you'd handle it fine, so left you alone—now I'll care with full devotion!!"
"Gyaaaaah"
President burned all Olga's composed/lyriced songs as inadequate.
Brought every instrument, played; wrote lyrics trend-aware; twisted and squeezed Olga for perfect voice.
"President! How's this?"
"This? This?!?!"
"Ow!! Can't feel the love for fans who've followed a year!!"
"Do it again!!"
The two white-masked golden-hairs played nonstop, no eat, sleep, or rest, crafting songs.
Sandwiched sweating bullets, Iosif desperately penned lyrics for album 4.
"Believed in Iosif to handle it herself!! Look at these lyrics and figure out why you're unpopular!!"
"Uwotaa!! Uwo!!!"
Good songs need pain.
Wakamo wrung her like a towel: Out comes the beautiful voice!!
Loving VTubers, knowing them inside out, she rejected album 4 till satisfied.
To satisfy ears tuned by countless VTuber songs, Iosif was too newbie despite many tunes.
Hence, two Wakamos teaching her.
"Love's lacking!!!"
"That hard? Didn't expect much since president can't sing?"
"Can't sing, but I know songs cold."
Harsh teaching was the issue.
But soldier Olga Romanova preferred this pressure.
Commanding tone squeezed talent into lyrics.
For 0th and 1st gens, president went aggressive.
All because he swore to love affiliated VTubers more!!
Pushing to grasp and fulfill their desires fast!
Newly debuted 2nd gens streamed carefree, oblivious.
"More figures! More merch! More events! More collabs!!!"
"Gyaaaaah"
Wakamo rampaged, gathered staff including Manager Won Da-hye.
Make our VTubers the best!!
Virtual live? Buy and run it if needed(?).
"Year-end mega concert too!! Invite other agency VTubers."
Then, slyly revealing ugly desire.
Shouldn't we help other VTubers too(?)
"Money's the best. Manager, go work."
"Aghuk, aghhhuk."
Wakamo skipping VTuber streams to pamper affiliates was terrifying in a way.
No sleep, no eat, no rest needed.
Could even multiply bodies dozens-fold if wanted.
See her assigning dedicated Wakamos(?) to VTubers while handling other work.
"Wakamo, so what's next?"
"【EU Federation】 fights us—we can fight back twice."
"Huh?"
"President's gotta earn. Off to the battlefield."
As president, beat EU Federation for costs to feed VTubers.
Per contract clause, two mandatory fights—Wakamo quick-matched(?).
Tower protests that costs wouldn't be used anyway? Meaningless.
'Cause the tower lord was a VTuber.