I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work-Chapter 110

At this point, the viewers were divided on how to feel about Movgun.

One side didn’t care about whatever vibe Magia and Movgun might have.

They just wanted Movgun to win first, get Magia to sing, and deal with the rest later.

— Honestly, thank god Movgun showed up.

— For now, we have to support Movgun.

— Please, for the love of god, win.

These were mostly viewers who didn’t engage in parasocial relationships (gachikoi).

They watched streamers purely for entertainment or skill, without getting emotionally invested. Then there was the other side- which was just completely losing it.

— GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

— NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

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— MAGIA ISN’T LIKE THAT... MAGIA ISN’T LIKE THAT... MAGIA ISN’T LIKE THAT...

— A KARAOKE STREAM? TOGETHER? WITH HIM?? AM I TURNING BLACK??? SHOULD I JUST LOSE???

Even Magia herself—

and Cheon Do-hee, watching from the sidelines—

found the chat reactions baffling.

'What the hell is wrong with these people...?'

Magia had actively used aegyo and fanservice to retain her audience.

She had milked the gachikoi fanbase with lines like:

"I will always look only at you, my dear Puddles."

She had never changed.

She was, and always had been, a Momo loyalist.

Her sole existence was dedicated to worshiping Shirahoshi Momo.

Most of Magia’s fanbase were MomoGia shippers anyway.

So who the hell were these people freaking out over Movgun?

Even Pino, who was usually one of the first to simp and drop massive donos whenever Magia got emotionally cornered,

was acting completely normal for once.

— 🗡PIN0: Why are people getting mad over this?

— 🗡PIN0: So many casuals here...

Momo quickly figured it out.

Pino’s message was a hint.

"Casuals."

It wasn’t existing fans causing the meltdown.

It was the huge influx of new viewers who didn’t understand Magia.

The long-time audience was unshaken.

They knew Magia was a Momo-obsessed lunatic, who lived and breathed Parallel content.

They knew she was a behind-the-scenes worker, who literally had no time to interact with male streamers.

She was socially awkward, barely engaged with chat outside of structured content, and the moment she did, she became a goofy couch potato reviewing VTuber clips like a fan on a sofa.

Above all—

Movgun was her mortal enemy.

Whenever Momo collabed with Movgun in Battle Colosseum, Magia would instantly show up, glowering in silence, radiating pure annoyance.

(Though, she never actually crossed the line and started drama.)

There was no way she’d suddenly start being friendly with him.

The real fans knew there had to be a deeper reason for her karaoke proposal.

And sure enough—

[CEO. Let’s kill this bastard.]

“...Gia. Your mic is on.”

[Let’s absolutely destroy Movgun.]

— SHE GOT CAUGHT LOL.

— LOLOLOL.

— LOOK AT HER TRYING TO PLAY IT OFF.

— CUTE LOL.

Magia had zero intentions of being friendly.

The karaoke proposal?

That was just a scam.

She was milking Movgun for clout.

Since he had killed off so many viewers, she was pretending to "balance" the match by accepting the singing punishment.

But Movgun sucked at singing.

He was infamous for dodging karaoke segments. Even in collabs, he always stayed silent or just mumbled along.

If she forced him to sing for an hour—it would become a legendary meme.

There was no way he could get out of it.

And as for the "duet" part?

Please.

It was clearly just a trade-off format:

"You go, I go. Taking turns."

「We can split it—half an hour each.」

Momo instantly saw through it.

It was just a roundabout way of dumping the responsibility on Movgun.

She knew Magia too well.

But Momo had bigger concerns.

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Magia was storming through the battlefield, heading straight for Movgun,

And the viewership numbers were about to triple the original estimates.

It was Monday night—

People who just wanted to unwind after work were getting pulled into the chaos.

They had already milked the first-gen new outfit promos.

And at this level of exposure, Magia had completely cleared her name as Contestant F.

But...

If her karaoke stream went viral, the demand for her debut would skyrocket.

People would mistake her for a VTuber, and the "Make Magia Debut" movement would explode.

'...Well, guess I have to handle it.'

Momo stood firm, like an unshakable mountain.

If Magia didn’t want to debut, Momo would tank the damage for her.

She’d done it countless times in Battle Colosseum—why not do the same in real life?

"Gia, just trust me."

“...With what?”

"I’ll body-block for you. Do whatever you want!"

Normally, Magia would’ve taken the opportunity to mess with Momo.

But not today.

"Not now."

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Magia may have sacrificed Momo before, like a signal flare to divert chaos.

But in the end, she had always come back to save her and win the match.

And this time—

The opponent was Movgun.

If she messed up, Momo’s head would be sent flying.

She couldn’t let that happen.

Because that’s just who Magia was.

"Stay behind me. Don’t go out there and... die to that bas—... to Movgun."

*

In a normal FPS match, a shotgun vs. pistol duel would almost always favor the shotgun.

If it were an open field with no cover, the pistol’s longer range might provide an advantage.

But in any close-quarters fight, a shotgun’s raw stopping power was overwhelming.

However—

The pistol user here was Movgun, a former pro with insane headshot accuracy.

And the shotgun user was Magia, a smoke-god monster who had defeated Movgun in both official and unofficial kill wagers before.

This was a clash of titans—

A blade vs. blade battle where no one could predict the outcome.

Since they had only met Movgun at the very end, it had turned into a 2v1 fight.

Even if Magia went down, Momo could still revive her.

Meanwhile, Movgun had wiped out his entire team the moment the match started.

If he got knocked, he was instantly dead.

But Movgun had the positional advantage.

The final safe zone was shrinking toward a single house—a house that Movgun had already secured.

The final circle would kill even max-shielded players in seconds.

Magia had no choice but to take the house.

But since only smoke grenades were allowed, this would be a pure smoke-combat fight.

It was as even as a fight could get.

The chat was a disaster.

They didn’t want Magia to do a karaoke stream with Movgun.

But they also had no choice but to cheer for him to win.

— Please.

— Please, Movgun.

— Win. Just this once.

— If you win, I swear I’ll become your man just for today.

— PLEASE!!!

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:: I'M FREAKING OUT. WHEN IS MAGIA GOING TO ATTACK? PLEASE DON’T RUSH IN FIRST AND DIE. ::

— Momo’s still alive, so she won’t rush.

— She’s turret-playing. She’s gonna wait.

— This is a rare sight, LOL.

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:: They can’t even force Movgun to attack first. Nobody knows what’ll happen in the smoke. ::

— I CAN’T BREATHE.

— IF MOVGUN LOSES, I’M DONE.

— JUST LIE DOWN.

— I’M READY TO DIE.

Since Movgun wasn’t streaming, all the viewers could do was watch Magia’s movements and curse her name under their breath.

Please die.

Please get your head blown off.

Please make a mistake.

If Magia died—Momo wouldn’t stand a chance in a 1v1.

Game over.

Solo karaoke stream.

Pure fan happiness.

So please—

A tense silence.

A smoke grenade shattered a window and filled the house with thick white fog.

At the exact same moment, Magia moved.

The house was a rectangular structure, with windows on the east and west, and doors on the north and south.

She had clearly entered with the confidence that as long as the smoke was up, she had the upper hand.

But—

PEW!

A pistol round zipped through the smoke—directly hitting Magia’s head.

Her shield dropped from full to two bars instantly.

Magia immediately pulled back, activating a shield battery to recover.

"Ho..."

— WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

— Did he just shoot based on sound?!

— This insane bastard, LOL. He actually landed that?!

— MAGIA SMOKE GAMING, LET’S GO.

"You’re shooting based on sound, too, huh?"

"What? You’re serious?"

"You practiced pistol headshots like crazy before, and now you’ve started training for smoke fights, too?"

"Damn... this bastard’s sweating, huh?"

Movgun usually held back his full power.

If he focused too hard, it brought back stress from his pro days.

So he normally played at 90% effort.

But right now—

Movgun was at 100%.

Because he, too, was a Parallel fan—and wanted Magia to lose.

He didn’t show it much, but losing to Magia twice in kill wagers had bruised his pride.

And it was clear that he had been grinding in secret just to pay her back.

But there was no time to stall.

The safe zone was shrinking fast.

If they didn’t breach the house soon, they would roast alive in the circle.

The next smoke push had to end it.

"Alright, let’s do a pincer attack. I’ll go through the window."

"No."

"What? Why? You’ve used me as a meat shield this whole time."

"I don’t care about other people. But I don’t want you getting shot by Movgun."

"That’s dumb. If you die first, I’ll be alone. That’s fine with you?"

"......."

"See? You don’t like that, right? So just listen and let’s do a synchronized push."

"No. I’m just going to win, so we don’t have to worry about that scenario."

But Magia was stubborn.

"I’m going in alone. You stay outside— even if it means burning to death in the circle."

"ISN’T THAT WORSE?!"

"I said stay outside, even if you die in the storm."

Momo pouted but ultimately decided to listen to Magia.

After all, Magia was the one leading today's content.

"...Fine. I’ll stay outside."

— LOLOLOL.

— INSANE TURRET STRATEGY.

— TWISTED POSSESSIVENESS, WTF.

— I FEAR HER.

Magia rushed into the remaining smoke.

She could have moved slowly, suppressing her footsteps. But she deliberately didn’t.

She had only ever bothered with stealth play in one game—Combative—the military FPS that disgusted her.

Even if it meant revealing her position, Magia never backed down.

A pistol needed three headshots. A shotgun only needed two.

Even if she took a hit, she just needed to land two of her own.

BANG!

The moment she stepped in, a pistol round slammed into her head, shattering two shield bars and leaving her with two left.

Movgun shifted position, his footsteps echoing through the smoke.

Now it was Magia’s turn.

BOOM!

A loud crash—

Movgun’s shields were completely broken.

One more solid hit, and he was dead.

But—

A pistol’s fire rate was way faster.

BANG!

The second shot landed.

Magia’s shields were now completely gone.

Now, they both had just one hit left.

— OH SHIT, THE SMOKE—

— HUH?!

— WE CAN SEE THEM?!

— WAIT?!

The smoke cleared.

Its duration had expired.

The fog lifted, revealing both players’ crosshairs aimed directly at each other’s heads.

But—

Movgun’s aim was faster.

Unlike Magia’s prediction, where any former pro would naturally reposition to cover for the smoke timing,

Movgun had faked her out completely.

He had stood completely still.

In a split-second reaction fight, if both players had the same speed, the one with the farther crosshair lost.

Magia realized it too late.

She fired anyway, knowing that even if she got shot first, she would at least land a final hit.

BOOM!

——BANG!

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The shotgun pellets missed by a fraction—

not enough to take down Movgun.

Instead—

Magia took a direct headshot.

She collapsed.

"Kh...!"

— HOLY SHIT.

— INSANE.

— THANK GOD.

— HOW DID HE SURVIVE THAT?!

Movgun immediately scanned the house.

The circle had completely closed in.

A transparent blue wall was seeping into the house.

But—

Momo was nowhere inside.

He checked the windows.

Nothing.

He heard footsteps—but far ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) away.

Momo was somewhere outside, slowly burning alive in the storm.

He didn’t need to do anything.

If he stalled for just a few seconds, he would automatically win.

The final zone killed players in seconds.

Even though Momo could snipe him through the open windows— Movgun didn’t care.

The Momo he knew was not the type to land a clean shot while panicking and burning alive.

But then—

RATATATATAT!

A sudden spray of bullets ripped into Movgun’s body.

Already on the verge of death, Movgun stumbled forward and collapsed.

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Magia, barely conscious, watched the screen in shock.

She had expected Momo to be hiding behind a rock, crouched in fear.

But instead—

Cheon Do-hee had stood up.

And landed every single shot.

Right before burning to death.

"...Didn’t see that one coming."

!! VICTORY !!

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