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

The opening day collab had been planned for three months, ever since the Pazijik year-end gathering.

A lot of preparation had gone into it.
First, memorizing the KG Dragons’ cheer songs.
Magia had never been to a game, but from what she had heard, knowing the chants could make or break the experience.

Crkemang, a KBO-obsessed baseball fanatic, had not only memorized every cheer for his beloved KG Dragons but also those of their rival teams—just so he could curse them in song when they were winning.
Whenever the Dragons were losing, he would parody opposing teams’ chants, turning them into mockeries like missed pop-up, bobbled double-play, wild swing—essentially baseball-themed jinxes.
Magia had been tempted to look up the meanings of those terms, but since Crkemang would undoubtedly explain the rules to her during the game, she decided against it.

It would be easier to learn in real-time, making their conversation flow naturally for the collab.
The second preparation step was choosing the right outfit.
Since she needed new spring clothes anyway, Magia had dragged Momo along for a shopping trip.

Together, they had put together an outfit in the KG Dragons’ signature colors: red and black.
This was in anticipation of a tradition Crkemang followed.
Each season, he gifted his guests team merchandise—a jacket in fall, a short-sleeved jersey and cap in spring and summer.

Naturally, the KG Dragons' gear was designed in black with red accents.
Momo had advised Magia to match her clothes accordingly so that when she put on Crkemang’s gift, the colors would blend well.
That way, he’d be pleased with how good she looked in it.

And sure enough, the moment they met, Crkemang handed her the jersey and cap.
Since Magia had worn a black turtleneck, she ended up looking like a longtime KG Dragons fan.
“Whoa. Did you try this on in advance or something?

The cap, the jersey—everything suits you perfectly.
Well, how about it, kiddo? Why not just become a KG Dragons fan for real?”
Magia shook her head.
“I already have an oshi. Sorry.”

Crkemang let out a hearty laugh.
“Loyalty, huh? You know, sometimes I envy Momo.
I’d love it if my daughter adored me like you do her… Sigh.”

“You’re working on it, aren’t you?
She’ll come around eventually.”
“Damn, you really know how to say nice things.

Alright, let’s head in!
Can’t be chanting cheers or banging clappers on an empty stomach.”
The third preparation step was simply this:

Speak loudly.
From the game-day videos Magia had watched, one thing was clear—stadiums were loud.
People had to practically yell to communicate.

And considering Crkemang’s age, she didn’t want him straining to hear her.
So today, she made a conscious effort to tighten her vocal cords and project her voice.
Like so—

“Yup!”
Crkemang chuckled, visibly amused by the change in her tone.
“For a second, I thought my daughter was yelling at me to stop watching baseball.”

But when they arrived at their seats, Magia was met with a completely unexpected sight.
She had assumed they’d be sitting in the crowd, packed shoulder-to-shoulder with other fans.
She had expected high-fives, cheers, and jumping around together when a home run was hit.

Instead—
Crkemang had rented out an entire VIP suite.
She had seen outdoor table seats where people could grill meat, eat pizza, and drink beer.

But a climate-controlled, soundproof private suite with floor-to-ceiling windows?
That was new.
The stadium noise still filtered in, maintaining the atmosphere, but the space itself was completely separate.

It was perfect for streaming.
But for Crkemang, it was also a huge sacrifice.
Whenever he attended games, he usually announced his seat location so fans could come take pictures with him.

He would also livestream from the stands, engaging with viewers in real-time.
But today—he had worn his cap low and booked a private suite just to keep things low-key for Magia.
“Keep your hat pulled down, kiddo.

Wouldn’t want anyone recognizing you.”
Magia nodded twice in appreciation.
She wasn’t in full VTuber mode today, so it wasn’t strictly necessary to hide.

But ignoring Crkemang’s consideration would have been rude.
***
This year, Crkemang was forty.

Among internet streamers, he was on the older side.
But interestingly, his audience skewed younger.
Why?

Because people tuned in to watch—
“Baseball Rage Crkemang”
or
“Gaming Rage Crkemang.”
When people get mad, they usually just curse or yell.

But Crkemang didn’t curse.
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Instead, he unleashed eloquent, rapid-fire tirades that left listeners stunned in admiration.

Take a common baseball fan complaint:
"Jesus Christ, these idiots. I could play better than this."
Crkemang’s version?

"Oh wow, did this guy get LASIK but forget to reinforce the cornea?
Is that why he can’t tell the difference between a baseball and a stadium light?
At this rate, he won’t even recognize his own damn teammates and will just chuck the ball at anyone in a helmet. Screw it—why not aim for their heads and see what happens?"

He never stopped talking.
His ability to keep up a nonstop rant was legendary.
— LOL
— It’s starting…
— This is peak baseball rage
— Even worse than a Golden Glove error
— LMAO, classic KG performance
— We’re already at the furious stage, huh?

Young streamers couldn’t match this level of energy and wordplay.
It was entertaining, yet comfortably familiar—a mix that attracted viewers of all ages.
Originally, he had just been a grumpy baseball fan.

But as he expanded into playing rage-inducing games, his unfiltered complaints became his trademark.
And somehow, in the process, he had grown to three million subscribers.
The Curse and Blessing of the KG Dragons

Crkemang often said—
"Half the reason I got famous is because the KG Dragons keep sucking."
Ten years ago, the Dragons were a championship contender.

Now, they were struggling to even make the playoffs.
It was pure luck that his team’s downfall coincided with his rise.
But he acknowledged it.

That’s why he even donated a portion of his streaming income to the team.
Funnily enough, his name “Crkemang” came from a joke.
Originally, it stood for “Crashed and Burned”—a reference to his failed business ventures.

But fans twisted it into:
“KBO is a trash league. Let it burn.”
Even though he had long since evolved into a variety streamer, his roots had always been in baseball.

Somehow, next to Crkemang—one of the most die-hard baseball fans out there—I found myself singing along to team chants and absorbing every bit of baseball knowledge he threw at me.
By the bottom of the fifth inning, when half the game had passed, I was cheering at the sight of a baseball soaring through the air in a perfect arc.
To my ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) surprise, it felt a lot like competing in the Combative tournament.

That pure thrill—
The same rush as when I had spent an entire match stuck in the wrong loadout, only to finally grab my favorite shotgun and start dominating.
It was just like watching a team struggle with strikeouts and weak grounders, only for someone to finally land a clean, powerful hit—

And suddenly, everything felt right.
That’s why people cheer at the sound of a bat cracking against a ball.
Because finally, something clicked.

Crkemang must have picked up on my realization because, during the fifth-inning cleaning break, he smirked and said—
“Looks like my niece is finally getting baseball.”
Of course, I still couldn’t reveal my identity, so I had to phrase my response carefully.

“Well… I don’t know if I completely understand it yet.
But it kind of feels like…
You know how your mom won’t let you play video games all week, so you hold it in and hold it in—

And then, on the weekend, you finally get to play?
That feeling.”
“PFFT—HAAAH!

Now that makes sense!”
Fortunately, the viewers seemed to agree.
— LOL, true
— Not exactly the same, but I get what you mean lmao
— Ah, that suffocating frustration and then the sudden breath of fresh air… Yeah, I feel that

But while Crkemang and I were busy chatting, the audience was getting suspicious.
After all, he had invited a guest but hadn’t properly introduced them.
Instead, we were just casually talking, leaving viewers to guess who I was.

Who the hell is this ‘niece’ he keeps talking about?
Did he actually bring his real-life niece on stream?
Wait, listening to her voice… She does sound like his niece, right?
Nah, don’t be stupid. He calls a bunch of female streamers his ‘niece.’
Oh. Yeah, you’re right. But… her voice sounds kinda familiar…
Some people even started suspecting me.
But that theory got shut down quickly—

“No way. Magia is swamped with second-gen debut preparations. There’s no way she’d be here.”
Plus, because I had adjusted my tone to cut through the stadium noise, most people weren’t entirely sure it was me.
Some trained voice-detectives still had their doubts, though—

"It feels like Magia."
But since Crkemang had already announced that he’d reveal his guest’s identity after the game,
Most people dropped the speculation and just focused on watching the match and listening to our conversation.

Still, a few clues kept them engaged.
The camera occasionally caught glimpses of my lower body—which meant I was definitely a real person sitting next to him.
At least, that proved the stream title wasn’t clickbait.

🔴 (Live) KBO Opening Game with Adorable Niece 👪
👀 30,021 viewers
#ProBaseball #OpeningGame #Crkemang
And holy hell, the viewer count was insane.
Apparently, this was twice his usual numbers.

Crkemang said that whenever he had a guest, he easily broke 30,000 viewers.
For someone with three million subs, that kind of turnout was insane.
When the most popular female idol in the country had appeared on his stream, he had even hit a record-breaking 90,000 viewers.

For streamers hoping for a breakthrough, getting invited to a Crkemang collab was like winning the lottery.
Especially for VTubers.
Even though Crkemang tried to understand the VTuber world and was respectful of it,

He was ultimately a traditional facecam streamer,
And his primary audience—along with most of his collab guests—were not VTubers.
Honestly, if I had still been just a regular VTuber,

I wasn’t even sure if this baseball collab would’ve been possible.
That’s how exclusive this space was.
If I had to compare this situation to something, it would be Batubachu.

Batubachu’s first-gen and second-gen members had debuted three years ago and two years ago, respectively.
All of them had 1-2 million subscribers each.
Yet, despite their fame, only ONE of them—Taro—had ever managed to collab with Crkemang.

Just one.
Even after accidentally accepting his baseball collab invitation at the Pazijik year-end party,
I hadn’t realized just how rare of an opportunity this was.

Thinking back, it was kind of hilarious—
I had casually tossed Crkemang’s past embarrassments onto the fourth floor of Maou Castle,
And that tiny snowball had rolled all the way here.

Would there ever come a day when my team—
Not just me, but my actual members—
Would get a chance to sit in this chair instead?

***
As expected, the moment the baseball game ended, the real collab finally began.
Riding shotgun in Crkemang’s SUV as we left the stadium, we kept chatting about the game.

But the moment that conversation ended,
it was my turn.
Crkemang sighed, rubbing his temple as he muttered—

“Ugh. Seriously, every year I donate to this team, and every year they just get worse.
At this point, wouldn’t it be better if AI-controlled drones handled defense?”
— LMAO, today’s performance was absolute garbage
— Do these guys even train?
— At least they gave us good content lol
— Crkemang, you’re grinning. The team lost, but you’re smiling, huh?

He shook his head.
“Sorry, kiddo. It’s been forever since I last brought a guest to a live game, and of course, our team had to play like this today.
I was worried your bright, sparkling eyes would turn into cold, dead fish eyes watching this mess.”

I chuckled.
“It’s fine. I actually had a lot of fun.”
“Well, as long as you had fun, that’s all that matters. But man… I feel bad.

Tell you what, I’ll make it up to you with a Parallel World Cup sometime.”
Casually, like it was nothing, Crkemang laid out our deal.
I had come as his guest to keep him company.

And in return, he would do something for me.
Immediately, some sharp-eyed viewers caught on.
— Wait, why’s Parallel being mentioned all of a sudden?
— Hold up
— No way

And that’s the power of 30,000 live viewers.
If fewer people were watching, fewer people would piece things together.
But with so many eyes on the stream, some were bound to be Parallel fans—

And some of those fans were the hardcore ones constantly nagging me to stream.
Then, it happened.
:: An anonymous viewer has donated 1,000 Clouds! ::
:: Wait… is today’s guest Magia?! ::

Even though I had already switched back to my usual soft-spoken voice,
People finally started recognizing me.
— Wait a sec
— Oh shit, now that I think about it, that voice really IS Magia
— ???

Watching the chat explode, Crkemang gave me a knowing nod.
Now’s the time.
And, of course, as a seasoned host who had invited countless guests,

His timing was flawless.
I had no reason to hesitate.
Smiling slightly, I spoke—

“What do you mean, keeping you company?
I just happened to see you at the year-end party, and since it had been a while, I simply suggested we meet up for a game.
Honestly, I should be the one thanking you for inviting me, Crkemang.”

“Pfft—Nuh-uh. That kind of guts? That’s impressive.
Let’s be real, it must’ve taken serious courage for you to make that proposal.”
“Well, I am always desperate for my members.”

Smoothly, I kept the conversation flowing—
And then, finally,
I introduced myself.

“Hello, everyone.
I’m Magia, an assistant manager from the VTuber group Parallel, here today as Crkemang’s guest for the Pro Baseball Opening Game.”
Now, since a lot of his audience wasn’t familiar with VTubers,

I usually introduced myself by mentioning Maru’s "Finally"—the only first-gen song to surpass five million views—
Or by referencing our anniversary track, "One Other," which hit three million views in just four months.
But before I could even get to that part…

The chat had already exploded.
— LMAO WELCOME
— I was wondering when you’d show up
— We've been waiting for a legendary scumbag like you
:: An anonymous viewer has donated 1,000 Clouds! ::
:: No wonder you weren’t showing your face, LOL ::

— Wait, so it really WAS Magia?!
— Holy shit, I NEVER expected a baseball stream collab
— I saw a glimpse earlier, and she really IS tiny, LOL
— ???
— Wait, what?
And then,
I finally noticed what was happening.

Because, unlike me,
These viewers hadn't forgotten.
They still remembered how I had dragged the failing Youngun team from dead last to first place—

How I had smoked my opponents and carried my squad to tournament victory.
And they had been there.
During the final match, when the viewership had peaked at 250,000,

20,000 of those viewers had come from Crkemang’s audience.
They had watched it all happen.
And now, they recognized me.

:: An anonymous viewer has donated 10,000 Clouds! ::
:: The GOAT of shotguns. The one and only legend. ::
— The savior of Youngun's team
— D A G I A
— I still rewatch the finals to this day. Absolute insanity.
:: An anonymous viewer has donated 10,000 Clouds! ::
:: Thanks to you, my brother now roasts every viewer who talks about winning in Combative, saying, “Have YOU ever won a tournament? No? Then shut up.” ::

— Welcome, our human fireworks display!
— MAGIA! MAGIA! MAGIA!
— Mom, when I grow up, I want to be Magia’s shotgun!
— I NEED Magia’s smoke grenades!!!
— Damn it, Magia, are you cute in real life too?!
— Wait, isn't she a VTuber? Can she just show up on a half-cam stream like this?
— No, she’s not a VTuber.
— Yes, she is.
Originally, my plan was simple.
Keep talking with Crkemang,

Wait until Parallel fans started showing up,
And then, at the right moment,
Casually mention that next week, we had a big announcement.

I never expected the entire audience to immediately focus on me.
But even in the chaos,
I saw my angle.

Just because someone knows me
Doesn’t mean they know Parallel.
And these huge content creators have audiences that rarely move.

But they do remember guests who make an impact.
If they already know me,
Then some of them might have heard rumors about my second-gen debut speculation.

Because people don’t usually care about random VTuber gossip.
But if they recognize someone, they’re more likely to click on a thread—
And if they only half-know a situation, they’re more likely to believe rumors.

So, without hesitation,
I dropped a bomb.
“Oh, um.

Thank you so much for the warm welcome.
By the way—
Next week, on the official Parallel channel,

We’ll be making a special announcement.
I hope you all look forward to it.”
Exactly as I had expected—

The chat went nuclear.
— Huh?!
— A surprise announcement?!
— ?
— Wait, are you REALLY debuting?
— WHAT
— Did she just confirm it here?!
— Suddenly? Out of nowhere?!
— Holy shit, what’s happening?!
— MAGIA, YOU SLY BASTARD—!
— WTF WTF WTF