Chapter 35

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 35

Chapter Title: From Now On, Kill Each Other

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1.

"I need to get back to streaming, so could you try reaching out to Yura for me, sis?"

My sister nodded as she sipped her cola in response to my request.

"Got it. I'll contact her while I'm editing. That said, I don't have much of a connection with her, so... it might not be easy."

"We have to at least try."

She'd ended her stream after getting harassed by those trolls. She was probably completely cutting off contact with the outside world by now.

"...What if she just quits streaming altogether and disappears?"

"Then there's nothing we can do about it. We'll just do what we can."

We could pull someone out of the gutter. We could even help them change clothes. But after that, it was up to them.

Opportunities and help only mattered for those with the will to stand back up. We couldn't live their lives for them.

"Even if Yura really does quit streaming, we have no reason to feel guilty about it. There are just some things in the world that can't be helped."

"Still..."

"Let's just do what we can for now. We'll worry about the rest later. Got it?"

"...Yeah."

I quietly picked up my bowl and stood from my seat. After clearing the trash from the table and putting the dishes in the sink, I stretched my arms wide.

"Alright, I'm heading back to stream."

"Okay. Have a good stream."

I stared at my sister's back for a while as she remained seated. Then I turned away.

'She must see her past self in Yura.'

That's why she cared so much. Just like she'd been saved once before, she probably wanted to lend a hand this time.

Honestly, I didn't think much of it. I knew from experience that obsessing over every little thing like this just left you with scars.

Still, if my sister wanted to help, I'd gladly pitch in. Maybe helping out like this would warm up the heart I'd worn down in that other world.

"Hey everyone."

As I started the stream again, viewers poured in rapidly. There were about 500 more than when I'd logged off earlier.

"Ah, I got delayed because my chat with sis went on too long. Sorry for being late."

I bowed my head.

"Okay, everyone calm down. To cut to the chase, yes, the owner of the 'Hayul' channel is my sis."

The chat exploded at my words. They probably hadn't seen that coming.

"Ah, sis didn't say it first. I busted her on the spot. Here's what happened..."

I told the viewers about the earlier incident. Once they heard it all, the chat was flooded with laughter.

"Yeah, that dragged out the chat... but that's not all."

I lay back leisurely on the inn bed and continued.

"The chat reactions during the morning stream were kinda weird, right? It bugged me, so I checked the communities. Sure enough, something nasty had gone down."

Most viewers were from the galleries, so they already knew what had happened without me explaining.

'Not everyone is from there, though.'

Good. If one community dominated the stream, it'd be trouble, but plenty seemed to be coming from elsewhere.

Judging by the chat now, about an 8:2 ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ratio. If I ran the video channel properly, that'd improve over time.

"I won't go into the details of the incident. Look it up if you're curious. There were summary posts, so it's easy to figure out."

"The reason I brought ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it up is because I want to help Yura."

I sat up in bed and stared straight at the camera. With a serious face, I slowly opened my mouth.

"Yura. Not sure if you're watching my stream right now, but if you are, please contact me. I'll do everything I can to help."

The trolls who'd been lurking finally crawled out one by one at my words. Disgusting cockroaches that kept spawning no matter how many you killed.

"Tch."

I said nothing and banned them all.

"Cooking stream? Sure. If Yura wants it, I'd happily do it. It's within what I can manage."

The chat filled with question marks.

A viewer pointed it out, so I looked up.

It was the pinned message I'd set because people kept asking the same thing at the start. I tweaked the stream settings to edit it.

"This work?"

"Not joking. Dead serious. I do it if I want. Don't if I don't."

A different type of chat surged up—hesitant ones, not quite trolls.

"Other vtubers?"

I shrugged.

"Don't care?"

"The premise is wrong from the start—no one's taking numbers. No collab deals post-challenge either, so what..."

I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head.

"Anyway, Yura! If you're watching, please reach out. I'll be waiting."

Looking at the chat, there were some valid concerns.

"Yeah, if Yura did a cooking collab with me, she'd get hate from all sides. Hmm. How to handle that..."

Deep down, I wanted to hunt down the trolls and beat them. With magic and holy power, it was even possible.

But tracking them down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one by one would take forever. Even if I got them all, more would pop up.

Then a great idea hit me.

"How about this? I don't do communities much, so I don't know how they work."

Viewers spammed question marks, but it was true. I'd never cared what they yapped about.

"But you guys know, right? So let's have you all watch each other."

I ignored the chat and kept going.

"Exactly that. Watch each other and expose which fandom trolls the most. You're good at that stuff."

I'd peeked at the communities briefly—they deduced fandoms perfectly even with changed IDs and IPs.

As expected. I dangled the carrot right away.

"Of course, there needs to be a proper reward, right? I'll do a cooking collab with the v tuber from the cleanest fandom. How's that?"

Since cooking streams still had untapped hype, they bit.

'Elena's video hit over 5 million views on VTube, right?'

Thanks to that, I could use cooking as leverage. Helped again. Truly GOAT Elena. Worship.

"Time limit until the collab with Yura ends. Sis is reaching out, so it won't take long."

I smirked at the endless chat.

'It worked.'

The idea came from my otherworld days.

Back when I traveled the continent with the Hero party, rooting out hidden black mages. Got it from one village.

'Pretty big rural spot.'

Remote, but fertile soil meant lots of people. Everyone worried when we arrived.

Isolated, crowded, no church? Perfect for black mages.

'But no black mages at all.'

Curious, we stayed a few days to investigate. The truth was shocking.

The villagers policed each other.

The village hall wall listed 'suspicious behaviors' in detail. Hit the threshold? Straight to the pyre.

Black cat nearby? Reported. Out at night? Reported. Shady face? Reported.

What black mage survives that? Even our Hero party was watched.

'Human-made hell.'

Dystopia village, but that experience paid off now.

Communities would turn into warzones post-statement. They already bitched at each other, but now with justification. Should be fun to watch.

'Interest in Yura will fade naturally.'

Genius plan, if I say so. Perfect cause: Find the cleanest fandom!

They'd join knowing full well. That's the point.

Quiet for a bit, so time to grind arena. Hitting challenge pre-collab would look better.

"Alright, I'm off to the arena. Let's go~"

Now then, kill each other.