Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Mir's Debut Broadcast
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I handled each unfamiliar setting one by one.
I was clicking and tweaking things while mumbling to myself, but I wasn't really clicking with a proper understanding.
The manager had set up a ton of stuff for me, but I hadn't fully grasped it.
Right now, I was just following the manual she'd jotted down for me step by step.
These were just some of the things I'd pick up gradually.
My hands and feet fidgeted restlessly, trembling all over.
To flee the anxiety, I tried deep breathing.
Long inhale.
Even longer.
Keep sucking in air until my belly felt bloated.
Hold it until I couldn't take it anymore, then blow it out.
No dramatic sensation... but thinking back, I'd never really felt any big effect from deep breathing anyway.
No miracles, but it did feel a little better, somehow.
Good thing the staff were waiting in the call room.
Just knowing someone was watching made my mind so much calmer.
Having backup like that felt incredibly reassuring.
If this had been a bare-knuckle solo debut, how bad would the shakes have been?
Ugh... don't even wanna imagine.
While I fussed like that, the start time loomed.
Copyright-free opening music. Check.
Chat window manager permissions assigned. Check.
Illustration centered on screen. Check.
Checklist to verify every stream start—even if I didn't know what it meant. Check.
I was double-checking everything myself, but no real panic spots.
The pros had already set it all up smooth as silk.
The staff on standby (fellow members pitching in) were still chatting away even now.
The streamers were sharing real-time tips via chat too, mostly about chat moderation levels and enforcement strength.
-"We'll keep the chat rules as strict as possible."
"Kinda a shame."
-"Tons of randos will flood in—we can't catch 'em all. We'll revisit when the hype cools."
I recalled the talk with the manager while prepping the stream.
-"Lemme say something obvious. Not everyone's pouring in today is a Mir-nim fan. That's just how it is. No need to stress grabbing every last one."
"...Huh? Aren't we supposed to seize every chance?"
-"10% of ten thousand is a thousand. Most start streams with ten or twenty viewers."
Come to think of it, the boss had said something similar.
Practicing streams in the haakbang with twenty or thirty wasn't ideal either.
Too many viewers makes it hard to learn the ropes, she said.
-"Streaming isn't a one-day thing. Tomorrow, the next day—it's ongoing."
Better to focus on the direction you'd show later than waste energy clutching at people.
"Boss said pretty much the same."
-"Can't stress it enough. Mir-nim's debut setup is historic, but that ain't all upside."
"Now I'm getting tense..."
-"You nailed it last time. We'll back you up from behind as much as we can."
What'd I even say back then?
Put on a tough front, bluffed some bravado.
"Eh. Whatever. Let's just do this."
Big talk like that.
But honestly, I hadn't really gotten what it meant.
Now that debut was right there, the tension hit hard.
I steadied my breath and eyed the illustration on the monitor.
Blue eyes. Thick brows. Gentle gaze.
Unlike my shaggy, unkempt hair, it was flashy and ornate.
Like shelling out 300k won for a full perm at a Cheongdam salon.
Outfit closer to a dress than armor.
Accessories hitting all the right accent points.
Sword hanging perfectly at the waist, glittering like a gem.
This was VTuber Mir.
A laugh bubbled up somehow.
Snagged by some cheerful vibe out of nowhere, bursting out without a fight.
Caught up in this novel-plot mess—brief confusion, cheering the next chapter, now even playing VTuber.
Of course it'd make you laugh.
Still. Whatever.
Better than a crying face, right?
With that thought, I hit the button.
As soon as I went live, people flooded in.
Par for the course.
Pre-announcements posted, notifications hammered out.
Massive promo blitz.
Prime golden-hour slot picked with care.
My same-gen juniors who'd been steady promo machines even ditched their own streams to pile viewers here.
(All three were huddled in the call room, watching my debut room together.)
A little burdensome... but couldn't say it out loud.
Viewers smashed past 10k in a blink.
Kept climbing steady through the 5-minute wait.
This was seriously burdensome.
Final deep breath, then mic on.
Tried to speak—words wouldn't come easy, so I tapped the mic with a finger first.
Even that tiny sound got an explosive reaction the instant it hit.
I'd prepped some opening lines, but they went pitch black the second I saw the chat flying by.
Not instead, but anyway—greetings first.
"Hello, everyone!! I'm Yu Mir, debuting as Florence 1st Gen!!"
I belted out the greeting with full energy first off.
Nerves made it come out machine-gun fast, but the response was solid.
Initial wave wasn't core VTuber fans, so I hadn't banked on blind cheers anyway.
Still, solid enough to call above expectations, self-assess.
First canned line up.
"Nice to meet you all. I've come on Odin's orders to harvest warrior souls."
"Ahem. I'll train you up, then lead you to Valhalla. That's why I'll help with your training."
Smoother comms than I'd feared, anyway.
Chat was quick, but not unmanageable.
Thanks to this young body with sharp eyes, maybe.
A bit heavy, but I could read and clap back one by one.
"Hng... out of nowhere on first meet, but do you guys know this?"
"What do you say when you meet the reincarnated Osiya again?"
"Wrong!! The answer is 'Nice to meet you'!!"
"This is our first meeting. Never been anyone's teacher. No lame disciples either. World #1? No clue. And most of all, I'm not your noona."
"Watch saying 'setting'. Could get chat-banned. Heads up: concepts, RP, even planning can get sanctioned case-by-case."
"Means let's be careful going forward. Oh, and swearing's getting clamped hard. First day, can't help it."
"So let's keep chat clean, yeah? You all know the drill."
Vibe was friendlier than expected too.
They'd warned trolls might wreck shop just 'cause VTuber, but nothing so far.
Folks new to VTubers might miss memes, but this was fine.
"And I'm 17, same as my other same-gens. Any middle schoolers here? If you're over 16, noona-calling banned."
"Then you'd be perma-blacklisted... almost. Letting it slide as chat-ban this once. And avatars take way longer than expected."
"Purple tubby? What's that? Teletubbies?"
Aish, seriously. I told you.
Don't mention the past life!!