I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work

Kim and the stream snipers, desperate to hear Magia sing, were now facing a crisis.
Unable to deal with the continuous sabotage, Kim made a decisive move—
he purged the TalkCord server.
[🎮TalkCord]
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From the 50 members that were in TalkCord, he kicked every single one out, leaving only seven—including himself.
The six who had always been part of sniping parties,
And Magia369, who had taken charge of server management, constantly monitored Magia’s stream, and relayed her location.
Now that they had a clean, elite squad, communication finally stabilized.

The chaotic sixth round ended with Magia securing third place.
Maybe it was because of the server purge, but from the seventh round onward, no further sabotage occurred.
[Magia369: Well, I guess this was bound to happen.]
[Magia369: I expected it since it was an anonymous group.]
[👑Magia404: Nothing we can do.]
[👑Magia404: Forget it and just keep relaying Magia’s position.]

But the purge came at a cost.
With fewer members, locking Magia down became significantly harder.
Viewers all had different motivations.

Some wanted to take her down just to make her sing.
Some just wanted to chat with her in-game and dragged things out, circling around her while making conversation.
Others wanted a fair fight, challenging her head-on purely to test their skills.

So, from rounds seven through nine, although TalkCord remained clean, Magia kept placing dangerously high—third, third, and even second place.
Especially in round nine, Kim’s squad had secured a house at the center of the final zone.
The only reason Magia didn’t take first place was because she had just run out of smoke grenades.

If she’d had even one more, they might have lost right there.
And now, round ten.
The final round.
If they won this one, it was over.

[Hah, this is exhausting.]
[Same here.]
[Can’t believe this is so damn hard…]
Their focus was fading.
The mental fatigue was unbearable.

If their opponent were someone like Momo, it would’ve been manageable.
But Magia wasn’t just any troublemaker.
She was climbing toward Master rank, cracking the heads of Diamond-tier disruptors.

And even pro players acknowledged her smoke grenade tactics as a nightmare to counter.
Even for stream snipers, it wasn’t easy to get close to her.
Not to mention, they had to keep checking the second monitor, cross-referencing positions, and making sure they weren’t getting betrayed by undercover saboteurs pretending to be normal viewers.

It was just too much to handle at once.
Final round – Custom game lobby opens.
Kim barely managed to enter the room in time—but his squad wasn’t so lucky.

[Shit, I didn’t make it.]
[Damn, there was just one slot left… Sorry.]
His elite squad, the ones who had never missed a match before,
Only four of them managed to make it in.
The lobby was full, so they couldn’t even properly form a squad.

"We have no choice. Forget the team—let’s just stick together as much as we can."
[Got it.]
[Copy that.]
Thankfully, Magia369 was still there, providing location updates.

Kim, grateful for all the work 369 had done, sent a message.
[👑Magia404: 369, it must’ve been tough, but thank you for your accurate location reports.]
[👑Magia404: Let’s do our best for this final round.]
But 369 didn’t respond.

[👑Magia404: 369?]
Meanwhile, on stream, Magia was cheerfully speaking.
[Now then, let’s begin the final round—where fate will be decided. Will the viewers claim victory and force me to sing? Or will I win, and the fans receive their random merch rewards? Drumroll, please.]

The moment all 89 players loaded into the match,
369 suddenly sent a bizarre message.
[Magia369: The final round will be a fair fight.]
[Magia369: Good luck.]

Magia369 has left the server.
Kim froze.
It felt like he had just seen a ghost.
A fair fight?

There was only one person in the entire server who would say that to a stream sniper squad.
"No way… Was it Magia…?"
369 had been one of the founding members leading the charge against Magia.

He was the one who organized the TalkCord server, bringing together snipers who normally wouldn’t even cooperate.
He handed over the server admin role to Kim and acted as a support, managing the logistics.
If things got chaotic, he even handed out gift cards to smooth things over and boost morale.

And that 369 was Magia?
[No… No way.]
[That’s just speculation.]
[No way she’d deliberately reveal her location while trying to win. That’s insane.]
[She has to sing if she loses. There’s no chance she’d risk it.]
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It was practically a confirmed theory—
but no one wanted to admit it.
Because if Magia really was 369,
then she had spent the entire event feeding her own location to the snipers—
and still placed second in the last match.

Against a group of people who lived for stream sniping.
That would mean Kim’s entire squad had lost the psychological war against Magia without even realizing it.
And even if they wanted to complain,

Could they really criticize her sabotage
when they were the ones organizing a coordinated sniper attack to ruin a public event?
Nope.
Kim sighed and tried to salvage the mood.

"Guess I said something unnecessary. Sorry for the distraction—let’s focus on the final round."
But the atmosphere had already plummeted.
For Team "Make Magia Sing",

this was their worst crisis yet.
Was there really no one left who could take her down?

*

Meanwhile, the chat was going absolutely berserk over Magia’s climb to second place.
— KRAAAAHHH
— I KNEW IT. This was a rigged event, wasn’t it? Everyone’s an actor, right?!
— THIS IS SCRIPTED!!!
— PLEASE MAKE MAGIA SING. PLEASE MAKE MAGIA SING. PLEASE MAKE MAGIA SING. PLEASE MAKE MAGIA SING.
— THIS IS A DREAM. THIS IS A DREAM. THIS IS A DREAM. THIS IS A DREAM.
— LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE!
— Let’s be real, this is rigged. Just admit it and let’s wrap it up already, lmao.
The only reason Magia had made it this far was because she had dismantled the one true threat to her in the background.

But since viewers couldn’t see all that happening, their frustration was completely justified.
She had only been playing tricks because she didn’t want to lose too easily.
But in the end, she was meant to lose this round.

Placing second would keep things tense and exciting—
and would make the audience truly feel how difficult it was to get her to sing.
That should have been the smooth and well-planned ending to this event.
But a new, unexpected wildcard had just entered the scene.

{{February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release >> (Headshot) (Knocked) I CHOOSE DEATH}}
A suspiciously named player was racking up kills in the log.
Since the match was structured as Magia + Momo vs. Viewers,
kills usually didn’t happen early on.

Everyone knew that only by working together could they take Magia down.
After all, her rising rankings had already proved how difficult she was to stop.
{{February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release >> (Headshot) (Knocked) ALIOLIALI}}
{{February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release >> (Headshot) (Knocked) WOOOOSH}}

So seeing this many kills happening right at the start was way too strange.
Even if some trolls tried to start fights among the viewers,
they usually got swarmed and taken out immediately.
But this player, named "February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release",
was somehow slaughtering everyone else.

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<🔫 Defeat Magia! 🔫>
Rule 1: Magia can only use shotguns and smoke grenades.
Rule 2: Viewers can use any firearms but can only use smoke grenades.
——————————————
But technically, according to the rules displayed on-screen,
viewers fighting each other wasn’t actually illegal.

Since Magia’s victory would mean that a random viewer would win limited-edition merch,
it was expected that some players might try to eliminate competition.
64 players remaining - -
But this many casualties were way beyond expectations.

So far, Magia and Momo had only taken down 10 out of 25 targets.
Meaning, this mystery player had just wiped out 15 people alone.
The final round was supposed to be carefully balanced—
but now, Magia’s scripted scenario was at risk of completely falling apart.

"I think we have a problematic player here."
“…Huh? Who?”
Luckily, Magia had already figured it out.

The kill log was a dead giveaway—
The weapon icon and consistent headshots provided all the hints she needed.
"Did we have a former pro among our viewers?"
"W-What? Who is it? Where?"

— Wait, what?!
— A former pro?!
— Did they join just for the merch?!
— NOOOOOOOOOOO
— KRAAHHH MY MAGIA SONGGGG!!!
— WHY THE HELL IS A FORMER PRO OBSESSED WITH MERCH RIGHT NOW?
The nickname "February 19th – Magia’s First Single Release"…
It followed a very familiar pattern.

Magia immediately recalled seeing things like "First-Gen 1st Anniversary Song – November 5th Release" before.
And the weapon of choice? A pistol with an insanely high headshot accuracy.
Which meant one person came to mind.

“…Wait. Is this Movgun?”
"50/50 chance. I’m not completely sure."
Momo immediately dialed Movgun’s number.

"Hello?"
Movgun’s voice played through the speakerphone.
[Oh. What’s up?]

"You bastard. You’re February 19th, aren’t you?"
[What the hell are you talking about? I just woke up.]
Magia listened to his perfectly clear voice and responded flatly—

"Oh wow. Such a well-rested, totally just woke up voice."
"As if you weren’t actually wide awake,
watching the stream,
waiting for a chance to join,
failing multiple times,
and finally sneaking into the 10th match just now."
Movgun burst out laughing.

[Hah! Why the hell are you so accurate?]
"All full-time streamers are the same."
"So, tell me—why are you hunting viewers? You after the merch?"

It wasn’t uncommon for streamers to secretly join their own community events.
As long as their identity remained hidden, it was harmless fun.
But once they were caught,

they had to prove they were a true fan.
Either by showing their subscription history,
flexing their merch collection,
or revealing their donation records.
Otherwise, Movgun would face exile,
and Magia would be forced to play another round.

And if there was one thing Magia valued in her work—
it was efficiency and time management.
If Movgun’s explanation wasn’t satisfactory,
his status would drop from ‘Mildly Annoying’ to ‘Absolute Garbage’.
Movgun took a deep breath and answered.

[People kept shooting at me first, so I killed them.]

Magia immediately understood.
In Battle Colosseum tournaments, skins were banned.

Many retired pros ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) forget to equip skins,
even when they own them.
Movgun had likely forgotten to wear a Santa Hat—
a clear symbol of being on the viewers’ team.
"Were you wearing a Santa Hat?"

[Oh. I forgot.]
"Yeah. No wonder they shot you.
In this entire game, the only ones not wearing hats are me and the CEO."

[What a rookie mistake.]
— LMAO "mistake" my ass
— LOL
— Wait, so he was on our side???
— Bro, why didn’t you just wear the damn hat?
[Also, I wasn’t after first-gen merch. I subbed to all of them, but I don’t collect merch.]

He was desperately trying to deny his full-on VTuber fan status.
But at this point, his subscription alone was already proof.
There were plenty of posts in Movgun’s own gallery complaining about how his algorithm was flooded with VTuber clips because of him.

“…So, was your goal to kill me?”
Movgun sighed and declared—
[As a viewer, I have one thing to say.]

[JUST SING, DAMN IT.]
[DO I REALLY HAVE TO SNIPE YOU JUST TO HEAR ONE SONG?!]
— ?? LMAO
— HAHAHAHAHAHA
— BRO’S HAVING A BREAKDOWN
— SUDDENLY, I’M MAD TOO
— YOU TOO?!
— WE STAN MOVGUN

Magia grumbled.
"Seriously, what’s the big deal? I’m not even good at singing."
[I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE GOOD OR NOT. I’M JUST CURIOUS. STOP ACTING LIKE SOME KIND OF MUTE LITTLE MERMAID.]

— ? LOL
— LOLOLOLOL
— Why is he suddenly losing his mind? LOL
— Damn, now I’M mad too.
— You too?!
— WE STAND WITH MOVGUN.
Magia muttered flatly.
"What’s the big deal about my singing? I’m not even good at it."

[IT’S NOT ABOUT BEING GOOD OR BAD! I JUST WANT TO HEAR IT! IT’S LIKE YOU’RE A MERMAID WHO LOST HER VOICE! I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND WAITING FOR THIS DAMN SONG!]
— KYYYYAAAHHH
— HE SAID WHAT WE WERE ALL THINKING.
— FINALLY, SOMEONE SAID IT.
[Anyway, brace yourself. I came here to END this game.]

— MOVGUN!
— THE MOVGUN!
— MOVGUN! MOVGUN! MOVGUN! MOVGUN!
— MOVGUN, FIRST SWORD OF THE PUDDLES!!!
At this point, Magia’s expression relaxed a bit.
If he was only here to carry the viewers, then the planned scenario wouldn't be ruined too much.

"Hurry up and come over. You know where I am from watching the stream, don’t you?"
But Movgun was a man of honor.
A former pro who still had his pride and principles.

[Why would I watch the stream? That’s lame. We’re going to run into each other at the end anyway.]
— Oh, come on, LOL.
— JUST WATCH THE STREAM FOR ONCE, DAMMIT.
— TODAY IS THE ONE DAY STREAM-SNIPING IS LEGAL.
— PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SNIPE HER AND WIN.
At that moment, Magia slightly adjusted her plan.

She was supposed to lose this final match—
but losing to Movgun and THEN singing?
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
He wanted fair play?

Fine. She’d play fair too.
"Since you took out viewers and made things easier for me, I have a proposal."
"I don’t want people saying I only won because of you."

All eyes were on her.
Then, Magia dropped the bombshell.
"If I win this match, I’ll accept the singing penalty."

— WHAT?!
— ?
— IS SHE FOR REAL?!
"But in that case, Movgun, you’re joining me."
"We’ll split it—half an hour each. Or one hour total, your choice."

Movgun. A 2-million-subscriber YouTuber.
He wasn’t as big as Iyura, the 2.5-million-follower utaite,
But if he was forced to sing as punishment?

It would attract an insane amount of attention.
And if he was singing Parallel’s songs?
That was free viral marketing.

Magia had no intention of letting such a golden opportunity slip by.
[Alright. Let’s do it.]
But Magia didn’t realize something.

That holding a duet karaoke punishment with a man
so soon after Valentine’s Day
would have catastrophic consequences for her fanbase.
Most Magia fans knew she wasn’t a VTuber but just a corporate worker.

But that didn’t mean they could stop themselves from losing it.
— SNIFFLE SNIFFLE
— GIA, I CAN FEEL MY BODY… GETTING DARKER…
— MOVGUN, PLEASE WIN.
— MOVGUN, I DON’T CARE IF YOU HAVE TO CHEAT, JUST WIN.
— YOU CANNOT SHARE A KARAOKE PUNISHMENT. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
— KRAAAAAAHHHH
— PLEASE WIN.
— LOSE, MAGIA. LOSE. LOSE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, LOSE.
— I CANNOT ACCEPT THIS KARAOKE STREAM.
— IF YOU’RE GOING TO DO IT, KILL ME FIRST.
— PLEASE. MOVGUN WIN. PLEASE MOVGUN WIN. PLEASE MOVGUN WIN. PLEASE MOVGUN WIN. PLEASE MOVGUN WIN.