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83 – I’m Scared

83 – I’m Scared

The concert held the very next day for the closing ceremony was, well, a success.

While there had been instances of forcibly combining two songs as an illegal duet on YouTube, it was the first time we actually sang together, perhaps because of that.

Thanks to its symbolism, more attention was drawn to it.

Despite being a hastily arranged collaboration song and conducted as an in-game concert without 3D modeling, it achieved a remarkable viewership of 300,000 simultaneous viewers.

I was worried about how I would handle the nerves, but fortunately, everyone finished the performance cleanly without any major mistakes.

… ─ — Ppajijik Gallery ─ ─ — …

[Wicker Town is over, it feels so empty]

[When is the next season? ]

★[Wicker Town Season 2) Closing Ceremony Concert Full Replay]

[They’ll officially upload the collaboration song to YouTube, right?]

[Parallel Rapitz being friendly is surprisingly interesting]

[When is Majiya’s chat room?]

[BatchuKR) 4th generation ‘Reaper’ is scheduled to debut early next year]

[Is there any separate broadcast for the Ppajijik year-end party?]

★[January Tournament Schedule – Match Tournament (Battle Call?), Gamo Tournament (Naore)]

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I can’t say there weren’t any regrets at all.

The reactions from the gallery, the largest community on the Ppajijik platform, were also noteworthy.

Today, a day later, the Boss had a good expression throughout the Christmas party at his house.

The members were busy complimenting each other and chatting as usual.

However, even in such a situation, healthy feedback is necessary.

When everyone is laughing, it has always been my role to throw in a calm fact.

After all, the fate of a broadcaster is something no one can predict.

Someone who had only 100 viewers for three years could suddenly rise to stardom one day, while someone who was expected to break through the Clouds and soar into space could suddenly face a setback and fall.

“You did well this year. But you know there were many mistakes, right? The Boss was in a good mood today and let it slide, but I’m reminding you not to forget.”

After finishing the short party that lasted just over four hours, the kids were giggling and pointing at each other.

“Remind? What’s that?”

“Just being an idiot, idiot. You stone.”

“Not idiot, but remember.”

“Pffft…”

“Anyway, there’s only room to rise higher from now on. Keep doing well. I’ll continue to support you fully, just like now.”

The members rushed over and resumed that tribal ceremony they had done before.

… What on earth is the purpose of circling around me like this?

It never gets easier to adapt to everyone being so casual with me.

I wonder if I used to seem like someone hard to get close to.

Anyway, from today until the beginning of the new year, everyone is busy with their own schedules. We’ll meet at the year-end party, but by then, everyone will be preoccupied with meeting others, so I offered my New Year’s greetings in advance.

“Anyway, everyone worked hard. Let’s keep fighting next year.”

Maru reached out and gently stroked my cheek.

“Jia, you worked hard this year too. I hope for your support next year!”

Following that, the rest of the group also greeted me.

“Congratulations on turning another year older in advance!”

“You really worked hard this year, sis. I’m so grateful.”

“Jia! Hehe, Merry Christmas! Thank you so much this year~.”

As I waved goodbye to the girls getting into the taxi, I felt a chill run through my body since I had come out lightly dressed, and I dashed straight into the apartment entrance.

When I returned to the Boss’s house, he had already roughly tidied up the dining table and asked.

“Did the kids all leave?”

“Yes. I saw them off until they got into the taxi.”

“It seems the kids didn’t eat properly because they were busy with Wicker Town. I never thought it would all get wiped out like this.”

Up until the eighth day, I had been running the situation room and periodically poking them to go to bed.

But from the ninth day, I couldn’t manage them properly, claiming to be doing the Demon King RP.

Still, it seemed they went to bed on their own when they had the time.

This massive server makes it hard to take breaks because of the thought that taking a break means losing out.

Typical of Koreans.

We’re a crazy nation that thinks we can’t fall behind others.

Rain was pretty laid-back about it, but I didn’t expect even Dora to immerse herself in alchemy to that extent.

Later, I found out she had pulled all the competing alchemists under her feet and became the Grandmaster of Alchemy.

She raised the market price with that and was in a precarious situation, almost getting called to court due to conflicts with other professions.

She didn’t just give me potions for no reason.

She was laying the groundwork to side with me if necessary.

Dora, who always gets called a stone or an idiot, might actually be a genius, adding another case to my suspicions.

Anyway, the Christmas party I was forced into by the Boss has ended.

Now, after helping to clean up after the party, should I head home as well?

I returned the cushions that the members had moved around while watching a movie back to their places, adjusted the misaligned table, turned off the TV, and came back to the Boss, who was doing the dishes.

“I’ll do it.”

“You won’t reach without a stepping stool, right?”

Two months ago, I wouldn’t have backed down.

Now, I’ve gotten used to my small height and stepped back with a sulky expression.

I was supposed to do these chores.

It’s a bit heartbreaking to just watch the Boss do the dishes.

But as a professional in finding hidden tasks, I eventually found something I could do.

Wiping the dining table!

The Boss had been so focused on doing the dishes that he hadn’t paid attention to the table.

As I scrubbed the table with a wet cloth, I noticed that only Rain’s side was a complete mess.

I’d gained a story to tell fans during the monthly review later.

As I polished the entire table until it shone, it wasn’t long before the Boss came over and snatched the dirty cloth away.

A hand flew from a height I couldn’t reach, and it was so easily taken from me that it felt empty.

While washing the cloth at the sink, she asked me.

“By the way, do you have anyone you want to meet at the year-end party? If you do, I’ll go out of my way to set it up for you.”

Someone I want to meet.

I hadn’t really thought about that.

If possible, it would be nice to meet the big names of Ppajijik and form deep connections, and if I could extend those connections to the members, that would be great.

And if I’m going to meet someone, I’d prefer a place where the Boss hasn’t fully established herself yet.

Since the Boss is more of an expert in this area than I am, just following her around wouldn’t be efficient.

‘The Batchu Batchu side is a bit uncomfortable because of Taro….’

It would be nice to get closer to Rapitz’s first and second generation since we’ve already collaborated.

I’ve gotten somewhat close to Ronje, Rupko, and Kamik, the three I met during I’m Wolf, but we’re not at a level where I could just propose a collaboration or content, so it would be good to get closer here too.

The crazy dogs who often hang out with Rupko might be the main target, right?

I’m also tempted by Mugeon’s former pro-gamer squad.

But I’ll pass on this one since I just don’t like Mugeon.

Ah, right.

I can’t leave out the legendary KraeMang, who has 3 million subscribers on YouTube, and the ‘Makgeolli’ crew led by him.

They’re a bit older, so I’m not sure how well they’ll accept a Virtual Youtuber, but they didn’t show any discomfort when interacting with the members on the server.

‘Is this enough…?’

Since the Boss is quite well-connected, there weren’t many people on the list.

In fact, everyone I picked was either around a million or well over that.

It would be a disaster if I tried to catch multiple rabbits and ended up with none.

I’m not in a position to lead the conversation either…

I need to be prepared to keep the conversation going when the Boss introduces me.

Let’s do our best to form rapport while keeping an eye on the broadcasts of the people I’m targeting.

The crew I need to focus on preparing for is definitely the Makgeolli crew, right?

The Boss seems to struggle a bit more than others with them.

“I’m interested in the Makgeolli crew.”

“Oh. I’ve been wanting to chat with the uncles for a while. This works out well.”

“Have you ever had a proper conversation with them?”

“I meet them every year and always greet them. But since they’re all uncles, it’s hard for me to match their interests.”

“Just as I thought?”

“Anyway, if there are other people you’re curious about besides the Makgeolli crew, just let me know right away. I know about 80% of the people who come there.”

I realized once again how hard the Boss works in networking.

The Boss is really living life to the fullest.

… That’s the problem with her not streaming often.

I think about how to get the Boss to stream more often every day, but nothing comes to mind.

I’m just worried about how things will be after the second generation comes in.

Right now, she streams two to three times a week, but once the second generation debuts, she’ll probably barely manage to stream even once a week while taking care of the newcomers.

Oh dear, oh dear.

The Mong Mong kids will all wither away.

* * *

Of course, even if the Mong Mong kids wither away, I’m doing just fine.

Who has the right to go shopping with the Boss alone on a Tuesday afternoon?

That would be me.

And it’s not just about wandering around the shopping mall together; I also get to see the Boss’s casual clothes.

At work, the Boss always opts for a formal outfit, wearing a suit and jacket at all times.

But when going to a PC room or, like today, going to a shopping mall, I get to see her in a variety of outfits.

With just two minutes left until our meeting time, the Boss arrived,

and today she looked fabulous.

Her outfit was worthy of praise.

Indeed, in winter, it’s all about the padded sweater and jeans.

As I squinted my eyes like a critic and nodded, the Boss smiled and asked.

“You look like a fashion show judge?”

“It’s an outfit that makes it hard to hold back my evaluation.”

“Is that so? I just wore what I usually do.”

The Boss said that and stared at me intently.

“By the way, you did change your clothes, right? You didn’t come out wearing the same thing you wore two days ago, did you?”

Since becoming Majiya, my clothing style has completely inherited what I knew from this side.

Going shopping feels bothersome, and I feel like it’s a waste of time.

I could watch a few more broadcasts in that time.

After two months of living like this, it has simply become my style.

When going to work, I rotate between the same brand’s shirts (there seems to be a slight difference in decoration, but they’re almost identical) and skirts.

My outerwear is also strictly defined by the season.

In this cold winter, I’m wearing a fleece hoodie that covers about two-thirds of my body and fleece leggings.

“I changed everything except for the coat and scarf.”

“I thought it was the same outfit because the colors matched.”

“I have several pieces in the same design; I don’t rotate the same clothes.”

“Okay. That’s a relief…”

It’s a bit sad to think I was being evaluated like that.

Did I unknowingly drag down the average of the Boss’s fandom, the Mong Mong kids…?

Well, starting today, I can pay a little more attention.

When going to the office, I might wear the same clothes, but I should try to add some variety to my casual wear.

Since I hardly go out, I probably don’t need too many outfits.

But it might be good to have about three sets of outfits for each season.

However, I know nothing about clothes.

The clothes I change every season are the epitome of simplicity.

So getting recommendations from the stylish Boss is the best I can do.

“I don’t know much about clothes. I’ll just buy whatever you coordinate for me, Boss.”

“… Really? Can I put my taste into it freely?”

“Yes. I don’t really know what’s what anyway.”

“Hmm. Is that so…?”

The Boss scanned me from top to bottom, then pouted her lips and diligently searched for something on her phone.

Then, with a sly smile I had never seen before, she said to me.

“Did you say? You’ll leave it all to me?”