The Heavenly Demon Receives Permission to Become a VTuber (2)
Myeong-yun’s family decided to leave the restaurant and head to the café instead.
Ju-won had been about to pay the bill, but Myeong-yun stopped him and held out his own card.
“This one will pay. Father. After all, today’s events were arranged by Sang-hyun and me. Once we reach the café, I shall explain everything that has transpired.”
“R-right…”
Overwhelmed by his son’s imposing aura, Ju-won could only surrender the bill.
When they arrived at the café where Sang-hyun’s family waited, Sang-hyun, who had been standing outside, greeted them with a bright smile.
“Ah, over here! I already grabbed us a table. There’s a quiet private room.”
“Sorry for making you wait. It’s cold out here, isn’t it? Let’s head inside.”
“It’s nothing at all.”
Following Sang-hyun’s lead, Myeong-yun’s family entered the café.
Sang-hyun’s family, who had been chatting warmly as if the earlier heavy atmosphere had never existed, turned to welcome them.
Cheol-hyun, upon seeing Ju-won enter the private room, asked, “Did the talk go well?”
“Yeah, more or less. Yun says he and Sang-hyun have something to explain together.”
Ju-won took a sip of the coffee Cheol-hyun had ordered in advance and looked at Myeong-yun.
Seon-yeong, now somewhat calmer, also sipped her warm latte while watching her son.
Their child had finally declared something he truly wanted to do.
In moments like these, a parent’s duty was not to blindly obstruct, but to have an honest conversation.
Feeling everyone’s eyes on him, Myeong-yun nudged Sang-hyun and said, “It seems we must bring it out now.”
“You think? Good thing I came prepared. I honestly didn’t expect them to oppose it this much.”
Sang-hyun grinned, reached into the bag beneath his chair, and pulled out a small cube.
It was a compact beam projector that could turn any surface into a monitor.
With practiced ease, he connected his tablet to the projector, placed it on the table, and cast the beam onto the wall of the private room, creating a screen.
Then he turned off the lights, and just like that, the café’s private room had become a miniature presentation hall.
Myeong-yun and Sang-hyun stood on either side of the screen and began their persuasion presentation.
After all, every great endeavor began by convincing one’s superiors.
The two of them launched into the presentation meant to win over Myeong-yun’s parents.
“So—uh, yeah. It’s true we set up this meeting to get permission, but isn’t there a saying that it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission?”
“Sang-hyun, must you always phrase it like that…”
When Cheol-hyun pinched the bridge of his nose in disbelief, Sang-hyun let out a sheepish laugh, scratched the back of his head, and clicked the remote. A sleekly designed PPT appeared on the wall.
The presentation that would decide the fate of the Heavenly Demon’s streaming career.
“In truth, Yun has already been active as a VTuber since two weeks ago. Today marks the ninth day since his official debut. We will now present the results he has achieved so far.”
“We humbly ask for your attention.”
Both Sang-hyun and Myeong-yun bowed politely before continuing the presentation.
Sang-hyun clicked the remote again. The next slide displayed a three-sided view of the ‘Heavenly Demon Myeong-yun’ avatar.
“Currently, Myeong-yun has successfully debuted under the name Heavenly Demon Myeong-yun nine days ago and is recording astonishing results.”
“Whoa! I know that guy!”
Cheong-hyun shot up from his seat the moment he saw the avatar.
Seol-hyun narrowed her eyes, then likewise sprang to her feet.
“What? Yun-oppa is actually the Heavenly Demon?! Is this real? You’re not joking, right?!”
“Then… does that mean oppa is the Grand Strategist? The Heavenly Demon’s broadcast manager?!”
“Hmph. Only now do you feel the urge to respect your elder brother, my dear siblings.”
“No way… dude…”
“This can’t be real.”
The twins’ explosive reaction caused the adults to murmur in recognition as well.
Since the story had appeared on public broadcast news and quite a few internet articles, anyone who used the internet would have inevitably come across it.
“I think I saw it on the news… Heavenly Demon? Was it called the Heavenly Demon?”
“Yeah, I think I saw it too. Something about the War God?”
“So the thing you mentioned last time wasn’t a joke after all?”
“Wait, Yun actually told you? Why didn’t he tell me?”
Ignoring the adults’ whispering, Sang-hyun clicked the remote once more and moved to the next slide.
“The graph you see now displays the growth rate since debut. Before his debut, the viral clip of him defeating the War God helped him reach 40,000 YouTube subscribers right before launch. As of day nine, he has achieved 1.11 million subscribers—an increase of approximately twenty-eight times.”
“…1.11 million?”
“In just a little over a week?”
“…Isn’t this already surpassing the young lady’s record back in the day?”
The adults began murmuring among themselves.
Having lived through the VTuber generation themselves, they could roughly grasp just how monumental this achievement was.
But the truly impressive part had yet to be revealed.
Two more trump cards remained for persuading his parents.
Sang-hyun manipulated the remote to unveil the first of them.
“This is the current revenue status from virtual streaming. Video ad revenue has not yet been settled, so these figures reflect only pure donations. Expected total earnings are projected to be at least 150 percent higher than this.”
What Sang-hyun and Myeong-yun revealed was the donation revenue of the Heavenly Demon Myeong-yun channel.
Even that amount alone reached tens of millions of won.
Just yesterday’s broadcast of For Honor had surpassed twenty million won by itself.
Excluding the time spent sleeping, the money earned in a single week was enough to make anyone’s eyes widen in shock.
“Over forty million…?”
“Purely from donations…?”
“Wait, the kids are earning more than we do?”
“Oppa! Buy me a new phone!! The iPhone 28 Pro just came out!”
“I want the Universe 34 Ultimate!!”
And this was only the donation money received in one week.
It was obvious that after a full month, the amount would balloon far beyond this.
“The Heavenly Demon Myeong-yun channel is currently flooded with advertising inquiries. Future revenue will undoubtedly grow even further, so there is no need to worry on the financial side.”
“…You’re saying the two of you really did all this? I can hardly believe it.”
“A million in a week? How on earth? What kind of method did you use?”
It was only natural they couldn’t believe it.
Who would believe that two high school seniors on the verge of adulthood had accomplished something of this scale?
Besides, the virtual ‘Heavenly Demon Myeong-yun’ carried a significant gap from the real Myeong-yun.
“Oppa, but the Heavenly Demon’s voice is really different from Yun-oppa’s, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. How did you change your voice?”
“Behold me closely.”
In response to the twins’ question, Myeong-yun stroked his throat for a moment before speaking.
It was the Heavenly Demon’s voice.
The voice had changed in an instant, as if he were doing an impression, and the twins felt goosebumps rise all over their bodies.
The Heavenly Demon they had only seen through a screen was now standing right before them.
Myeong-yun placed a finger to his lips and continued.
The twins could only nod slowly.
For some reason, it felt like something terrible would happen if they told anyone.
After the brief commotion died down, Seon-yeong, who had remained silent throughout the presentation, finally spoke.
“…Can the two of you really keep doing this? A million people may be fans, but they can also turn on you in an instant. Are you confident you can handle that?”
“Auntie, if we weren’t confident, we wouldn’t have started. And does this guy look like someone who would collapse so easily?”
“Ahem. Mother, you worry far too much. We have already prepared thorough countermeasures for that as well.”
Then Myeong-yun rummaged through Sang-hyun’s bag and brought out the final trump card.
The last secret weapon was none other than a stack of paper documents.
Myeong-yun handed them to Seon-yeong. The other adults also craned their necks to see what it was.
“Please take a look.”
When the lights in the room were turned back on so the contents could be read clearly, Seon-yeong read the top line aloud.
“…Yeonamdang Management Contract?”
“Yeonamdang? You mean that game company? The one that made New World?”
“Oh my, it’s real? Yeonamdang Management? Seon-yeong, just what have our children been doing behind our backs?”
Seon-yeong quickly scanned the contract. Having worked in the industry herself, there was no clause she couldn’t understand.
It was a clean contract with not a single poisonous clause.
But what shocked her most was—
“The revenue split is 9 to 1? Yeonamdang only takes 1? Yun, is this really genuine?”
“Yes, it is. We held meetings with several other companies, but Yeonamdang offered the best conditions. They also promised various forms of support. You can confirm the Yeonamdang corporate seal on the final page.”
“Seon-yeong, is this a good contract? I’ve never seen a VTuber contract before, so I wouldn’t know.”
“…This is just insane. It looks like the company is taking a loss on purpose. What company offers a contract where they only take one percent?”
“Yeonamdang said they have more than enough money.”
It was the tyranny of a massive conglomerate.
With this, every card Myeong-yun and Sang-hyun had prepared was now on the table.
The contract also stated that the company would handle all legal matters, so at this point even Seon-yeong could feel reassured.
“A million subscribers in a week, and a genuine contract with one of the largest corporations…”
With one unimaginable event after another, Seon-yeong felt a throbbing headache coming on.
Yet at the same time, the realization that her child had grown so remarkably filled her with overwhelming emotion.
In the end, she raised both hands in surrender.
“…Fine. Do as you wish. But please, keep this in mind. Fame is not always a good thing.”
At his mother’s reluctant permission, Myeong-yun smiled softly and bowed his head.
And so.
Born between a VTuber mother and an illustrator father, the virtual spoon—Virtual Spoon Myeong-yun—had finally earned the right to step into the true virtual world.