Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber

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An Executive Room in the Tall Building, overlooking the city.

The lights here were off, but it was far from dark.

The faint morning sun filtered through the large glass at the back, and in front, a monitor that filled the center of the room emitted a dull glow.

“This generation is quite fun. What do you think, our secretary?”

A man receiving that light from both sides spoke in a deep voice. His face was obscured by a grayscale mask, hiding any expression.

“Ah, yes. It’s fun.”

Next to him, a beauty in a white shirt and black skirt replied with a dry expression, and the masked man chuckled softly.

“Looks utterly lifeless. How’s the audience reacting?”

“They seem to like this concept.”

“Is that so? Well, we did put in a lot of preparation.”

The monitor in front of this man showed people engaging in various types of games in real-time on each screen.

On one of the screens, a man and a woman were playing a game.

The game was called “Hammer and Pot.”

True to its cute name, it’s generally a game played by young children.

They would play rock-paper-scissors, and the winner would lift a hammer to hit the other’s head, while the loser would hastily put the pot on their head for defense.

However, the game these two were playing, although sharing the same name, was quite different.

Instead of the cute hammer, a real hammer was being used, and instead of the pot, a safety helmet lay on the ground.

[Thud!]

[Eek!]

With every round of rock-paper-scissors, the loser hurriedly donned the safety helmet, while the winner swung the hammer with all their might.

And eventually…

[Pow!]

[Crack!]

The man’s hammer struck the side of the woman’s head, who couldn’t even put on the helmet in time.

She collapsed to the ground, eyes rolled back.

[Ugh!]

Drunk on the thrill of victory and relief that she was alive, the man clenched his fists and stood up.

[Uh, uh….]

But soon after, he looked at the woman he had just “killed” and collapsed on the ground, retching.

“What a waste.”

The masked man watched the scene nonchalantly and turned his gaze upward.

There, another survival game was unfolding.

Countless sights of adults playing games reminiscent of their childhood, but this time, life was at stake instead of fun and pride.

And in this tall building, a man and his secretary observed it with emotionless expressions.

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“Okay, cut!”

As the director gave the sign, I relaxed the emotionless expression I had been maintaining.

They said it was just a test shoot, but they had filmed far more than I anticipated.

Thanks to the director, who kept saying it felt good and wanting to do it again, I was exhausted.

“Huff….”

Moreover, having stayed up all night didn’t help either.

No matter how much I concentrated, I was starting to feel tired.

Yet….

“Wow, it’s really coming out well!”

“Kim Soo-hyun, you’re shining on camera!”

Hearing such compliments from the staff made me feel good.

“Ahaha… Is that so?”

“Huh.”

“Oh… You look different when you smile.”

“Well, I’m not Jisoo anymore.”

While filming, I realized how tough Jisoo’s life had been.

Sitting there expressionless was much harder than it looked.

But at least today was over.

Just thinking about going home, taking a shower, and getting a good night’s sleep made me feel better.

Of course, considering the exhausting journey it took just to do this much filming, it felt a bit anticlimactic… but that’s the way filming goes.

Anyway, it was done, so just as I was about to head to the costume room to change back,

“Oh, Kim Soo-hyun.”

The director, who had been monitoring from behind, called out to me.

“Ah, yes.”

What could it be? Are we filming again?

I approached the director, my heart filled with anxiety from those earlier thoughts.

“Would you like to try this on?”

“Excuse me?”

But the director’s words were an unexpected suggestion.

“This wig.”

The director handed me a short-haired wig.

At first glance, it seemed to be of decent quality.

“Yes, I thought Jisoo would look good with short hair.”

“Hmm… I’ll give it a try.”

Is that so? Well, when it comes to a cold secretary lady, short hair is usually the rule.

So I headed to the costume room to try on the wig.

Having never worn such a thing before, I got help from a female staff member to put it on.

I roughly tied my long hair back, tucked it into the wig cap, fixed the wig, and looked in the mirror.

“Oh.”

“Wow, it looks good on you!”

The female staff next to me said that with evident awe.

With my pale, slender neck fully exposed and wearing a white shirt below, it suited the image of Kang Ji-soo rather well.

Wearing the short hair, I headed back to the filming set and felt all eyes on me.

Ah, so this is the attention a girl receiving a style change gets?

The familiar faces among the staff were surprised again, and it re-energized my somewhat tired body.

“Wow, Soo-hyun, I thought it would suit you, but it’s a perfect match.”

The director didn’t hold back his praise either.

“Does this mean we’ll be using this hairstyle from now on?”

“Ah. Not exactly. For now, keep your current style, but there might be a chance to change later.”

“Is that so?”

Later?

Would there be changes made to the script?

There was no scenario in the script I received where Jisoo ended up with short hair.

Anyway, after taking a quick picture, I returned the wig.

Naturally, the photo taken in Jisoo’s state couldn’t be shared anywhere.

For example, on Instagram.

Instead, I thought about posting something else, as it had been a while.

I’ve been a bit inactive on Instagram lately.

After heading out of the filming location and on my way home,

I hesitated for a moment in the car and spoke to Park Kang-seok, who was driving in front.

“Manager.”

“Yes?”

“What should I post on Instagram?”

Now that I think about it, wasn’t Park Kang-seok in charge of an idol?

He probably has some thoughts on Instagram and stuff.

“Well, many people tend to like posting daily life photos.”

“Oh, really? Then….”

Daily life photos, huh.

Hmm, that’s a bit tricky.

If it’s my daily life, I should be taking pictures of the soundproof booth.

Or maybe my work corner.

Should I take a photo of the car I’m currently in?

…No, I’ve posted a lot of those.

To the extent where comments like “Do you live in your car?” have been made.

Honestly, it wouldn’t be a big deal just to post anything,

But now I’m at a level where I need to be a bit more cautious.

That once small and cute Instagram account is long gone.

Like a chubby little pig, my followers have increased, so I’ve become a bit more careful.

Anyway, I thought for a bit more, but no good ideas came to mind.

So, I just put on my eye mask and fell asleep until we got home.

“We’ve arrived.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

After arriving home,

I took a shower and dashed straight to bed.

Even though I slept in the car, I had been dozing off so I was rather tired.

Once I washed up, maybe because I felt cozy, as soon as I lay down on the bed, sleep washed over me, and soon….

“Uh.”

When I opened my eyes, I felt a pleasant refreshment with sunlight streaming in through the window.

…What time is it now?

Checking the time, it was early afternoon.

“Sigh….”

I really did sleep all day long.

Feeling weak all over, I staggered out of the room and headed to the living room.

“Tut tut….”

Once again, Mrs. Jang shook her head at me.

“…Isn’t it a bit much for my daughter who worked hard yesterday?”

“That’s the gaze for a daughter who stayed up all night playing games.”

“That was work for me as well.”

“I got it, so just eat something.”

Goodness, huh? So staying up all night was work for me too…!

Adults really don’t understand.

Grumbling, I went to the living room table and saw Mrs. Jang had already prepared a meal.

After moderately filling my belly, I hurried back to my room.

By the way, I naturally took a break from the broadcast yesterday.

Well, considering I did a broadcast until morning, a break isn’t quite accurate?

“Yawn….”

After sleeping way too long, I yawned once more as I entered the soundproof booth.

Ahh, my body is stiff.

…But I need to do what I have to do.

I powered up my computer and logged in to Minecraft.

I planned to harvest the crops I had planted in my field yesterday morning.

As for the broadcast… I hesitated but decided to broadcast as well.

It’s better to stream rather than hear people say things later about how I didn’t.

-????

-Why are you finally here?

-I thought I would die waiting for you, you jerk.

“Hey, I got here pretty quickly for having just played until yesterday morning.”

-Really.. That’s true.

-Thanks for coming…

-Are we playing Minecraft today?

“Yes, yes, I’m already online.”

Saying that, I switched the screen.

The familiar Minecraft display popped up.

-Look at the balance.

-I really played a lot yesterday.

“Yeah, I played for a long time.”

I was going to dig up the crops I had just planted yesterday, but….

“…Was this originally a potato?”

There were other crops mixed in between my potatoes.

In fact, some of them even looked undeveloped, despite it being over 24 hours since I last logged in.

-Haha!

-M?

-Someone must have messed up with the planting.

Alba?

…That wouldn’t exist.

I could hardly keep myself fed.

Opening the chest, I found everything was as it was.

The only thing that changed was my field.

Well, I have some idea of what happened.

“…Looks like a sneaky cat got in.”

While I was busy working, a mischievous cat had tampered with my field.

-You’re getting a taste of your own medicine, huh?

-How does it feel?

…Isn’t this karma?

Well, it doesn’t matter that much even though some are underdeveloped, and there are other crops mixed in… I sowed new seeds afterward, so I won’t feel anything special.

Rather than that….

“But who did this?”

I felt only a bit curious.

Who on earth would think to rob Buhwang’s field?

Though I was a newbie on the set yesterday, here I am the legendary Lu Bu.

-Who do you think?

-There aren’t many people who would rob your field in this server.

-It’s me…

Looking at the chat, it didn’t seem like anyone was willing to spill the beans.

Well, actually, if they told me, I would be the one to get backlash.

This must all be for the show.

For now, I decided to harvest whatever had grown and replant before picking up my fishing rod.

I would figure out the field burglar later; for now, I planned to do what any fisherman would do—go fishing.

Armed with my fishing rod, I headed to the nearby lake.

[(Whisper) Anna: What are you doing right now, Miro?]

On my way, I received a whisper from Anna.

Was she already in the server?

[(Whisper) Me: Just logged in and heading to fish.]

Should I invite Anna to fish together to recreate yesterday’s fun?

From what I saw last time, Anna seemed to get hooked on fishing as well, so I was just about to propose when…

[(Whisper) Anna: Miro, how about we go whale hunting?]

Anna sent an interesting message.

[(Whisper) Me: When?]

Whale hunting?

My body instantly turned back towards the lake.

This is a massive event that Miro can’t just pass up.