I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work Chapter 244

Of course, we called it Fantasy World Red Hood...

But like all TRPG-style gas, phisto relied heavily on probability.

Rule the Dice.

In TRPGs, the one who controls the dice controls their fate.

Even Red Hood, who shook the world of Thunderbolt tropolis with sheer skill, often ran into trouble here.

Take this kind of situation, for example:

[Narrator: The thug you knocked out... wasn’t just an ordinary punk!]

[Narrator: They were the top gang in the region!]

[Narrator: If you don’t clean up the scene properly, there will definitely be retaliation later.]

[Rolling for ‘Disguise’ to clean up the scene.]

[Success on 16 or higher.]

In TRPGs, every action and its outco is determined by the dice.

When a situation cos up, the narrator (or ga master) sets a number threshold. The player then has to roll that number or higher—or lower, depending on the situation—to succeed and keep the story moving in their favor.

Viewers watching the stream all thought, “It’s Magia—she’ll definitely get a good roll.”

But...

“Hngh!”

[Result: 1]

[Critical failure!]

— ?

— 😂😂😂😂😂

— Needed 16, rolled a 1—LMAO

— Where’d Magia’s luck go? 😆

— Maybe she’s just cursed in phisto 🤣

Unlike her usual performance, Magia’s dice rolls in phisto were absolutely awful.

The bad on started when she tried to talk her way out of a fight with a group of thugs—and failed.

Sure enough...

Even while trying to clean up the aftermath of beating them up, problems exploded.

She had once detonated Thunderbolt tropolis as a bomber—but now, she was blowing up sessions in phisto.

(TRPG players often call each play session a “session,” aning the entire block of gaplay ti.)

[Narrator: At this rate, the gang will find out.]

[Narrator: The boss still has a chance to cover their subordinate’s mistake.]

[Rolling for ‘Disguise’ to clean up the scene.]

[Success on 16 or higher.]

Darami muttered in disbelief.

“How many 1s is that already...?”

“Ha... maybe it’s destiny—no matter the world, the genius girl has to be number one.”

— Why does she sound like she caught Darami’s bragging bug? 😆

— 😂😂😂

— It’s like they’re contagious to each other now 😄

— anwhile Darami’s gotten more calm 🤣

— Darami got a brain and Magia threw hers away 🤪

Darami sighed and rolled.

“Watch this. This kind of thing, y’know, it’s all about spirit. HRYAAAAAH!”

But strangely enough, ever since Magia joined the party, the dice that used to behave just fine started misfiring.

[Result: 1]

[Critical failure!]

[Narrator: Your attempt at disguise was terrible.]

[Narrator: Not only did the gang realize their beloved youngest mber was dead, but they also identified you as the killer.]

[Narrator: All three mbers of Red Hood are now officially wanted.]

— 😂😂😂😂😂😂

— Totally screwed

— Is this for real? 🤣

— BOOM 💥😂

— You’re wanted now! 😆

From Darami’s point of view, this was utterly absurd.

She’d been running clean sessions by herself just fine—

But the mont she added Magia and Pino to the party... this happened.

“What the hell?! We’re wanted again?!”

“Kyaahaha!”

“What are you laughing for?! This is not the ti to be laughing!”

“Why not! It’s not that different from Thunderbolt tropolis anyway!”

At this point, so viewers started suggesting maybe Magia should just change her job class.

Originally, she was supposed to use her high intelligence to lead the party out of tough situations strategically.

But if the dice won’t listen...

— Might as well just go with a cursed sorcerer class 😆

— For real 😂

— Wasn’t that the one where lower rolls are better?

— Yep 🤣 You succeed with rolls under 4

— Honestly, that might actually be better 🤔

Even Darami, who had been enjoying phisto on her own, had similar thoughts.

She offered Magia so polite, constructive feedback:

“Tia, maybe you should just switch classes?”

“Switch my class? Can you even do that mid-ga?”

“You can. It’s not easy, but if you keep going like this, the whole campaign’s just gonna be you running away from your bounty.”

“Wow. Just like Thunderbolt tropolis!”

“You’re not supposed to be happy about that! What’s fun about running for your life all the ti?!”

“Ah. So what you’re saying is... you didn’t enjoy being in Red Hood with back in Thunderbolt?”

But Darami was still a novice strear, and got swept up in Magia’s teasing way too easily.

Compared to Cheon Do-hee, who had gotten used to Magia’s patterns and could dodge or counter them, Darami’s reaction was hopeless.

Even now, as Magia pouted and acted heartbroken, she imdiately mistook it for sincerity and started panicking.

“No, no! That’s not what I ant! How did you even twist it like that?!”

“Ugh... you liar.”

“W-Whoa! Calm down, calm down! I’m weak against sad girls crying...”

Viewers who knew how cold Magia had been on the final day of Thunderbolt tropolis were already reacting with: “Here we go again.”

But Darami had spent that day being dragged around to different streams, praised for her performance by people she didn’t even know.

Basically, most of the high-profile Pazijik strears, led by Mugeon, had all taken turns shaking her hand at least once.

And she wasn’t the type to show much interest in others.

She never pushed people away, but she also didn’t go out of her way to approach anyone herself.

Case in point—she didn’t even know that Magia was Tia until today.

So there was no way for her to know if Magia cried on the last day or not.

Whether she made everyone else cry while staying perfectly fine herself?

Darami had no clue.

“T-Tia? I’ll buy you sothing delicious, so cheer up. No more tears, okay?”

This situation was an opportunity for Magia.

It wasn’t intentional, but still—Darami had ghosted all of Magia’s ssages until now.

If they exchanged phone numbers in person here and now, Magia wouldn’t have to rely on things like Wiksuit or Discord to reach her again.

They didn’t know how often Red Hood—Magia, Pino, and Darami—would end up tangled together going forward.

So deepening the friendship wasn’t a bad idea.

“You’ll really buy it for ...?”

“Of course! Your boss never goes back on her word, right? You know that.”

“Then... wagyu beef... AAA-grade, please...”

“?”

“I’d like, maybe... enough for three people?”

“Wha—you... you can’t even finish three servings!”

“You could’ve just said you didn’t want to buy it. Boss, you really suck at being honest~.”

“N-No! That’s not what I ant!”

— Oh no

— She got played...

— Took the bait big ti

— She can’t even finish one portion anyway 😂

— What’s she doing asking for three 🤣

Viewers felt sorry for Darami falling into the trap—but what could you do?

It was only natural for a newbie in the internet broadcasting scene, who didn’t know what kind of person Magia was, to get played like this.

Having already achieved most of her objective, Magia grinned and said:

“So you’re really gonna buy it?”

“Haah... fine! I’ll buy it! You think your boss can’t afford sothing like that?!”

“Pino-unnie too?”

“Waaah~.”

“Ugh, so that’s why it was three portions?”

“Of course! What, were you only planning to buy it for and leave unnie out?”

“Huh?”

“And you’re saying that out loud? How do you think Pino-unnie feels hearing that?”

“Yeah, Tia. I was so upset I almost smashed your boss’s head in~.”

“Ghh... No, that’s not what I ant... God, this is driving nuts!”

Darami looked overwheld by how quickly things escalated.

But even her viewers seed to be rooting hard for this offline et-up to happen.

And after all, wasn’t Magia soone who liked all VTubers, regardless of status?

Her viewers had faith: no way would she deny a cute little hobby strear—whom she’d dragged around all through Thunderbolt tropolis—a al.

The whole “buy Hanwoo beef” thing was clearly just a pretext to et in person.

— Honestly I support this combo

— Fr tho 😂

— Darami needs to get out and socialize a bit 🤣

— This girl is a total shut-in recluse on a deserted island—we gotta drag her out sohow

— She finally has online friends but refuses to talk to them 😭

— For real though 😭

— Still mad she blew off actual corporate collab offers 😭😭

:: Anonymous donated 10,000 Clouds! ::

:: Please, Gia-nim... I beg you... Get our girl OUT OF THE HOUSE 😭😭 ::

Everyone was having a blast.

Everyone... except Darami.

She was the only one filled with stress and anxiety.

Maybe she really hadn’t been out much lately.

Flustered, Darami shouted in protest.

“Hey! It’s not like I never go out! I still live my life, okay?!”

— Yeah right 😂 Miss “goes outside twice a month”

— Co on, go OUT already 😂

— She doesn’t have friends so she never joins etups anyway...

— This is the perfect ti to actually make a real friend 👌

:: Anonymous donated 1,000 Clouds! ::

:: Be real, if Magia asked us to go out for food, we’d drop to our knees imdiately... wait, I shouldn’t say that, should I? ::

— 😂😂

— Please, just go

— Honestly Magia could treat her to a Michelin full course and it still wouldn’t be enough 🤣

— But does Darami even know why people care?

— Uh-oh

— 😂

— Probably not 😂😂😂

While the viewers were off predicting Darami’s next move...

She finally made up her mind and mumbled, half-defeated:

“Fine... okay. I’ll go. If you’re buying.”

“Yaaay!”

* * *

To everyone’s surprise, the Red Hood IRL et-up ca together very quickly.

They’d expected it to take a week to set the date, another to decide the location—

But they were all hyped and trying to push the tiline forward.

And then, boom.

Darami made the most unexpected decision.

[Red Hood]

[Darami: Are you both free tomorrow, by any chance?]

The mont I said “O,” Pino reflexively jumped in.

[Magia: I’m good to go.]

[Pino: Absolutely yes.]

So, just one day after the phisto collab...

The three of us really did end up sitting together at a Hanwoo BBQ restaurant.

Darami kept sneaking glances at the grinning Pino next to and quietly asked :

“So... you two are really ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) adults, right?”

“Yes.”

I was kind of worried she’d look at and go ‘Who are you?’

But even Darami wasn’t that bad at recognizing people.

Still, both Pino and I were short as hell—

So the awkwardness was kind of inevitable.

But even flustered, Darami wasn’t exactly a normal person.

Her overall appearance was that of a sharply-dressed beauty.

With her hair cut short and dyed bright white, she looked like a pretty boy straight out of a shoujo manga.

Her voice was high-pitched and light, which probably made it impossible to hide even if she wanted to.

A plain white tee, a bright denim jacket perfect for spring, well-fitted black jeans, and just enough accessories like bracelets—

You could easily imagine a casting agent mistaking her for a boy group trainee on the street.

I’d always figured she preferred male characters in RP on purpose, but I didn’t expect her to actually look like this in real life.

“Wow... people like this really exist.”

There’s usually a reason people like her naturally reject “normal.”

To break the ice, I casually tested the waters.

“So, Darami-nim, I don’t an to be rude, but with the way you’re dressed, I have to ask— You’re not a guy... right?”

She quickly shook her head.

Then, with zero hesitation, shoved her hand under her shirt and cupped her own chest in demonstration.

“Would you still think I’m a guy after this?”

“I was mostly joking, but your first impression did give off ‘idol sneaking out for secret cheat-al’ vibes.”

“Pffft!!”

Darami burst into loud laughter, then said:

“Okay yeah, I’m not a guy—that’s definitely a misunderstanding. But I did run away, that part’s true.”

Now I was the one caught off guard.

I an, tomboyish female idols do exist, so it wasn’t completely far-fetched...

“Wait, you’re seriously an idol?”

“No, no. Not that. I ant the running away part.”

“Running...?”

Darami gave a crooked smile and shrugged.

“From ho. When I said I wanted to do streaming, my parents were completely against it.”