Ch.236231 – Racial Discrimination

At the design factory of “Artireal,” an avatar creation company.

“This really came from semi-automatic avatar generation?”

A dwarf-like man examined my World of Arsheria avatar model, rotating it with his mouse while offering his critique.

‘Semi-automatic avatar’ refers to technology that detects the user’s brainwaves to reflect personal preferences.

When I first created my WoA account, I was quite surprised when silver-haired saint Sylvia Alpenheim popped up.

“Is that really so special?”

“Of course! Kid, you’ve hit the jackpot.”

There’s the ‘automatic’ method where AI handles 100% of avatar creation.

Then there’s the ‘manual’ method where humans directly adjust settings, either through in-house craftsmanship or outsourcing.

Compared to these, the ‘semi-automatic’ method is notorious for producing crude results, requiring either massive time investment or complete faith in one’s aesthetic sense.

“Creating an accurate human form is something only a chosen few can do. For example, who wants to try imagining a beautiful hand using the semi-automatic method?”

Yoonseul volunteered, attaching the brainwave electrodes to her forehead for the experiment.

Then a skeletal monstrosity suddenly appeared on the screen.

“This is a common mistake regular people make. When thinking of beautiful hands, they only imagine thin, long fingers. The AI directly reflects this, resulting in that skeletal mess.”

I roughly understand what he means.

Without specific knowledge of human anatomy, AI always interprets literally, producing such grotesque results.

That’s why when creating avatars through the semi-automatic method, it’s essential to study the desired model beforehand.

“But this model is so original. Samuel, do you know any celebrity or actor who looks like that?”

“Not in Hollywood, at least.”

“So it was created by breaking through extremely low odds. How disappointing. I thought there was some amazing secret technique.”

“I’m jealous. Kid, consider yourself at least 100 million won richer with just one click.”

I felt uncomfortable with them putting a price on my former body, but I couldn’t think of any grounds to protest, so I kept my mouth shut.

“So you want a safari animal-themed VTuber avatar, and what else?”

“Adella.”

“Adella?”

“Yes, the World of Arsheria NPC Adella. Please allow Adella to debut as a VTuber.”

“Please allow it! I’m begging you!”

Yoonseul knelt beside me, bowing her head as if ready to prostrate herself. Actually, she did prostrate herself.

‘Was your sister’s knee always that light?’

‘Shh, be quiet!’

And that’s not bowing, that’s dogeza, right?

This feels like meeting the parents before marriage.

“Adella? That’s a deleted character from World of Arsheria.”

“She was deleted from WoA. But Adella is still active in VR.”

I took out the hologram projector I had prepared.

[Scan complete.]

[Hologram will be projected according to the coordinates. Please do not move the device.]

I had Adella wait in a private room while we traveled from the hotel to Artireal.

The private room scene appeared brightly, revealing a figure with twitching cat ears.

Adella glanced around nervously.

[Just do as we practiced.]

We all silently mouthed encouragement to Adella.

“Ah. Hello, everyone at Artireal. I am Adella, the Dawn Cat. Getting here involved many twists and turns. At first, I was just a game character—”

“Wait wait wait!”

The man suddenly interrupted her.

‘We’re doomed.’

‘What went wrong?’

‘Oh no! I forgot my next line!’

The ominous atmosphere lasted only briefly before he glanced at Adella and said:

“The translation magic doesn’t work with her? I only understood ‘hello’ and nothing else.”

“Ah…! Right, Adella was in VR.”

This chimera hybrid cat, born from German design, transplanted with British software, and raised by American hands, unfortunately…

“Uh, guten tag everyone? Is this right? Hehe… he…”

Had been patched in Korean.

* * *

While Kariri and Adella were busy discussing avatar design with the production team at the Artireal factory, I received a “child prevention sticker” from Principal Gu On-yu before he left for the Frankfurt Consulate General. How tacky.

Daniel and I returned to the quiet alley connected to Römer Square, where we were pickpocketed yesterday, and leisurely fed pigeons.

“Do cats live in the savanna?”

“I talked with the CEO yesterday, and he said we could just claim Adella is a Savannah cat.”

“That was just a joke… Wait, sis, aren’t Savannah cats brown?”

“I looked it up and found there are gray ones too.”

“Oh, really?”

“And the animal you’re thinking of is probably a serval. Savannah cats are hybrids between servals and Siamese cats.”

“So Savannah cats don’t live in the savanna?”

“Probably not?”

The ecosystem is truly profound.

I can’t believe there are still so many animals I don’t know about.

“Did you sleep well last night, Name?”

“I slept alone with the principal. Obviously it wasn’t comfortable.”

“Same here.”

Principal and student, CEO and employee.

Neither relationship is particularly comfortable.

While Principal Gu On-yu and I discussed academy life yesterday, she said they had an in-depth discussion about future plans.

“Did Yoonseul give you any advice as a VTuber?”

“That’s the problem, Name. The CEO didn’t tell me anything. She just said to show myself as I am on stream.”

That’s strange. The Kariri character that Seol Yoonseul plays is practically the opposite.

It was unexpected that she would give such advice to Daniel.

“She must have her reasons.”

“What should I do! Is it too late to back out now?”

“Sis, Yoonseul already paid for your plane ticket.”

“Huhuhu… sniff… I’m ruined…”

She has already crossed a river of no return.

The path to VTuber corruption.

“Nobody does well from the start. Everyone experiences failure—”

“The CEO said if I fail, she’ll hire me as a maid.”

“Then you absolutely cannot fail.”

I can’t even imagine what conversation took place between them.

In truth, Daniel was so strikingly beautiful that it seemed wasteful to make her a VTuber.

Since VTuber debut means starting without one of her strengths, finding charm elsewhere was the urgent priority.

But even the introverted Yoonseul shows an extremely extroverted personality in front of audiences, making it truly difficult to judge someone’s character.

Ding-

A text from Yoonseul.

She sent news that they just finished discussing the avatar design.

“Sis, they’ve decided on your VTuber outfit.”

“What animal is it?”

“Do you know what a black mamba is?”

“Black what…?”

“The second longest venomous snake in the world after the king cobra.”

“W-what is that! How am I supposed to roleplay something like that!”

There’s always another mountain beyond the mountain.

Since it’s not my problem, I had to hold back my laughter.

“Don’t laugh… This is serious…”

“Cute but deadly concept? Something like that, right?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know, don’t know, don’t know.”

“Oh, it actually suits you, Daniel. Confidence is most important for streaming anyway.”

“Confidence?”

“Yes. Confidence to captivate your audience. Confidence to ban viewers who slightly annoy you. Confidence to break your streaming schedule just for one day.”

“Ha! What’s that supposed to be!”

“I’m just saying.”

The pigeons that had eaten all the bread crumbs we scattered suddenly flew away.

I thought they were ungrateful, leaving as soon as the food ran out, but that wasn’t the case.

“Eh yo! Nihao!”

Four well-built men approached us.

They were all wearing black tank tops, striking poses with strange smiles that concealed their intentions.

“Die Chinesen sind wirklich überall.” (The Chinese are really everywhere.)

“Ching chong! Ching chang chong!”

They even threatened us by pulling at the corners of their eyes with their fingers.

“Name, let’s quietly ignore them and go… They look dangerous.”

Daniel took my hand and tried to walk away with her head down.

But the men kept blocking our path, laughing loudly.

“You mother? Ah know? Where is mama?”

“Vielleicht ist er bereits krank und gestorben!” (Maybe he’s already sick and died!)

“Hahahahaha!”

“Cough cough! Corona! Corona!”

I think I’ve been patient enough.

I shook off the man who kept pulling at my sleeve and said:

“Hau ab, bevor ich deine Eltern töte und sie in Sauerkraut verwandle.” (Get lost before I kill your parents and turn them into sauerkraut.)

“…?”

“Huh?”

The men were all speechless, probably not expecting me to understand and speak German.

As they became serious and pushed their faces closer to ours, Daniel whispered in my ear:

“Name… what did you say to them?”

“I told them we need to go eat sauerkraut, so please move aside.”

“A-are you sure? They seem to be taking it very differently.”

What does it matter how they take it?

“Having the confidence to stand up against racism is also a basic quality for a VTuber. Watch and learn.”

Can’t use magic in this country?

Instead, there’s aura.

How many independence activists shouted “Long live Korea” with just a tiny bit of aura in harsh environments where they couldn’t use magic?

Now is the time to follow their will.

Although I was also part of imperialism in my past life, as Shin Chae-ho said, “there is a self within the non-self.”

Even as a foreigner, if I share the ideology of resisting unjust violence and oppression, they should understand my situation.

However, my body is still weak.

I’m not even strong enough to physically defeat a nineteen-year-old Ban So-wol, so I was considering using Corrosion if necessary.

Golden aura swirled explosively, gathering in my right arm.

Looking closely, these men were also dangerous people who knew how to handle aura well.

The snake tattoos covering both their arms had mana flowing through them in an orderly fashion, like magic circuits.

They had engraved the circuits themselves onto their arms.

If that’s the case, there’s no need for mercy.

“Sorry? Name, they just said sorry—”

“If saying sorry was enough, why would we need laws or fists!”

I should have just killed that pickpocket back then too.

Putting up an aura barrier. Talking about particles and mana particles.

Come to think of it, modern dueling has completely rotted.

In reality, the only barrier you can trust is your own aura.

And now that I’ve charged this far, I can’t turn back.

[Rage: Sekhmet]

[Kaizen-style Straight Punch]

* * *

“Scheiße, we’re screwed!”

German TikToker Mackey, who ran the channel “Justice Mackey,” faced the biggest crisis in his broadcasting history.

His popular format involved hired actors threatening vulnerable people, with Mackey stepping in to save them.

This created a sense of emotional connection and vicarious satisfaction with the hero.

But “prank” content always required caution.

Sometimes actors got hurt when they targeted the wrong person, and they’d been reported to the police more than once.

That’s why, after gaining some recognition and making money, Mackey started hiring skilled security guards as actors.

“How on earth…”

The scene was horrific.

The largest man, nearly 2 meters tall, took a hit to the solar plexus and “flew” to the opposite wall, immediately losing consciousness.

The other men tried to restrain the rampaging girl but got punched in the face, falling to the ground with nosebleeds.

Mackey had never seen so much blood come from someone’s nose before.

A man who barely regained consciousness helped stop his colleague’s bleeding, but the stone floor was already soaked with dark red liquid.

If they had messed with someone from a high-ranking political family or an aura martial artist, Mackey would have fled without looking back.

But in Germany, seeing four grown men taken down by a girl young enough to sit in a car seat, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

The purple electric sparks in the golden aura gradually subsided.

The cameraman, who had been waiting about a hundred meters away to avoid being spotted by passersby, hurriedly joined at that moment.

“Mackey! What happened here! You’re not pulling a prank on me, are you?”

“Ambulance.”

“What?”

“Shut up and call an ambulance, you idiot! Someone could die here!”

Mackey anxiously bit his fingernails, unable to abandon his security guards or approach the frightening girl.

The girl exchanged a few words with the men on the ground, then looked around and spotted Mackey.

He cursed internally.

‘Why is she coming here…! Don’t come!’

The Asian girl looked even younger than Mackey had thought.

With each step closer, his estimate of her age dropped by a year.

He unconsciously bit his lip hard.

’11 years old? 10? No, even an 8-year-old wouldn’t be that small…!’

When she finally stood right in front of him, her height barely reached his waist.

The girl skillfully operated the translation magic on her phone and spoke:

“Let’s go to the police station together. I know the police chief here. Though we haven’t gone to restaurants or saunas together yet.”

Something had gone terribly, terribly wrong.