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

Movgun was, at the very least, well-liked and aligned with Parallel, so he could be trusted.
Once Parallel vouched for him, a few days later he got summoned to Pazijik headquarters.
“…It’s been a while.”

Normally, when the platform Pazijik contacted you, and it was good news, they’d say something like,
“We have something exciting to share! Come collect your award!”
But this time, the only message he got was:
“There’s something important to discuss. Keep it secret from others and come alone.”
So even Movgun couldn’t help but get a little nervous.

He had more international fans, so as a partner he’d been granted permission to simulcast on both Pazijik and YouTube.
But still, he wasn’t completely immune to platform politics.
So there he was, waiting for the person who’d come to escort him, holding his temporary visitor badge, pacing awkwardly in front of the gate—
When suddenly, ding, the elevator opened, and out popped a tiny figure.
The moment he saw those expressionless eyes, Movgun couldn’t help but exclaim.

Last time he saw her at the Pazijik end-of-year party, she’d just seemed like a funny little brat.
But now, she definitely gave off a different vibe.
“What a surprise fan mee—”
Slug that he was, the words slipped out before he could stop himself, and he quickly clamped his mouth shut as he stepped forward.

Magia walked up briskly, stood in front of him, and tilted her head.
“Let’s go. To the meeting.”
“Meeting?”

“Yes. You’ve been called to attend the Neocal server meeting.”
Movgun tilted his brow skeptically and asked her,
“Are you messing with me?”

“I’m not. Just come along already.”
“No, seriously—just in case. If I walk in unauthorized and break some internal security rule, I’ll have to write a whole incident report, and I really don’t want that. The Pazijik staff said they’d come get me, so I’ll wait.”
Magia sighed and nodded toward the gate staff.
The man in full uniform nodded back and stretched both arms out as if to say, “Go on through, sir.”
Which meant Magia was the designated person to escort him.

Movgun, who had suffered his fair share of trollery from Slugs in the past, had been wary by default—
But now that there was no trick involved, it felt kind of anticlimactic.
He cleared his throat and stepped up to stand next to Magia.
“…I can’t believe this is real.”

“Do you just live your life getting tricked?”
“When ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) someone who constantly trolls people on stream says that, it’s hard to trust, y’know?”
“Maybe the problem is that you fall for it every time. Anyway, let’s head up.”

“…Excuse me?”
As Magia stepped into the elevator and tried to close the door, Movgun scrambled forward and hurled himself inside.
Magia, startled by his sudden lunge, pressed herself into the corner to avoid him.

Seeing how blatantly she avoided him, Movgun awkwardly shuffled to the opposite corner and muttered,
“Hey now, it’s not like I’m some kind of criminal. Why’re you standing all the way over there…”
Still, since Movgun hadn’t officially admitted to being a Slug, Magia didn’t bother commenting directly.

If she called him out, he’d just give some half-baked denial,
And watching that awkward flailing would just be exhausting.
If he’d picked her as his oshi, he could at least own it.
But here he was, pretending to be some regular viewer while sneaking glances like a closet fan.
Magia couldn’t stand that.
Embarrassed by your oshi?
Then maybe don’t make them your oshi in the first place.

Ugh.
People in their oshi-denial phase were always such a pain.
In the end, the two said nothing more as they rode the elevator to the conference room.
The moment he walked in, Lupko greeted him with a big smile.

“Oh, hey bro!”
“Yo. Been a while. Didn’t think I’d be seeing you here of all places.”
“Right? Last time was when you renewed your partner contract, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s right. So, where should I sit?”
“Right here, Movgun.”
“Thanks.”

Movgun sat down next to Lupko, diagonally across from Magia.
He looked toward the Pazijik representative and asked,
“So, can I ask why I’ve suddenly been called here…?”
The staff member shifted their gaze toward Magia, clearly handing the baton off to her.
Magia pointed at the stack of papers in front of Movgun.

“Go ahead and open that. I’ll explain while you read.”
Inside was a proposal and RP breakdown for the upcoming Neocal server, two months away—
A request for Movgun to take on the head of law enforcement: Chief of Police.
It was clearly a major responsibility.

As he skimmed through the documents, Movgun frowned.
“Shouldn’t this be handled by someone like Seungjong—or Lupko—or you, Gia? You two are directly involved in building the server. Why me…?”
Magia answered bluntly.

“The Chief of Police is basically the one responsible for all law enforcement in Neocal.
If someone with a domestic fandom takes the role and things get messy, it could spark controversy, shatter communities, and damage their brand.
But you—your audience is almost 80% international.
You’d take the least amount of damage.”
“I mean, I get the logic, but you don’t have to say it so bluntly…”
“This is all just worst-case scenario stuff.
Honestly, I don’t think it’d come to that with you.
You’ve played along in our boss’s roleplay stuff plenty of times—”

Cheon Do-hee, sitting next to Magia, nodded subtly.
Magia continued.
“More than anything, your overseas fanbase would give you the freedom to make emergency calls without major backlash.
That’s why we chose you.”

Lupko folded his hands like he was praying.
“You get it, bro. People low-key hate me, so the moment I screw up, there’s a whole army ready to bury me alive.”
“Yeah… that’s fair.”

“So please, man. Help us out here. When else are you gonna get a chance to be the top dog, huh?”
“Top dog? This is a freaking garbage fire waiting to happen. Ugh.”
But despite saying all that, Movgun never actually refused.

After all, he knew there weren’t many others who could realistically take on a role like this.
“Anyway, fine. I’ll take it. So, who’s taking the other positions? I skimmed through some of the other Neocal servers, and I saw stuff like hospital directors, mafia bosses, all that.”
Magia continued the explanation.

“The hospital director is our boss.”
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Since she already had a huge influence over the server’s creation, it was inevitable that Parallel would get some unspoken benefits.
But if Cheon Do-hee were to take one of the more dominant positions, like mafia boss or police chief, it would put others in a difficult spot.

If the plot required someone to kill or kidnap a Parallel member, they’d start holding back like,
“Am I gonna get flamed by Parallel fans if I do this?”
And then the whole thing would spiral into a one-sided, unfun mess.
So Do-hee was assigned the neutral role of hospital director—something that wouldn’t sway the power balance too much.
“As for the mafia boss, that’s not something we decide ahead of time.
As the server progresses, people will accumulate infamy through bad behavior, and the role will unlock naturally.”

“So people are just gonna do bad stuff on purpose to become the mafia?”
“The game inherently allows for evil actions, right?
As long as it’s done WWE-style and not as bad-faith RP, it’s fine.”
“And who draws that line?”

“You do, Chief Movgun. You’re the king of law enforcement, after all.”
“Ugh. So like… can I monitor other people’s streams while the server’s running? Normally RP servers ban that kinda spying to avoid meta interference.”
“Preferably, you’d work only with in-server intel.
But if a situation’s urgent, it can’t be helped.”

“Alright. So I can make judgment calls on my own?”
Magia nodded reassuringly.
“If things get too chaotic, I’ll step in appropriately.
So don’t stress too much.”

“…Speaking of, what’s your role, Gia? And Lupko?”
“I’m gonna be running a vehicle business.
As for him, that’s still classified.”
“What the hell does classified mean? You just said you’d step in when things get wild.”

“It’s nothing major.
Just think of it as a wildcard position—a cheat code to fix the vibe when everything goes off the rails.”
Hearing that, Movgun suddenly had a thought.
“Wait… are you like… the final boss of the server or something? Like in Wicker Town?
You gonna pull out some huge event right before everyone rage-quits to stop them from going full UFC?”

Magia let out a small laugh.
“Seeing how quick you catch on, I trust your judgment.
But you’re only half right.
Anyway, looking forward to your performance as Chief.”
“Come on, if you called me all the way here, can’t you just tell me the rest too?”

“Nope. You’re only here to be notified of your role.”
“If it’s just a notice, then why drag me out all the way here…”
“Because you also need to sign an NDA.”

Movgun muttered while fidgeting with the paper slid in front of him.
“Jeez… It’s not like I have a history of leaking stuff…”
“Hurry and sign. We all signed before the TF started, too.”

“…Tch. Alright.”
So Movgun signed the NDA, and was granted limited access to documents related to his new role as Chief of Police via a private link.
After that, he and Magia headed back to the lobby.
As they reached the glass doors at the entrance, Movgun turned and asked,

“Hey… Gia, you don’t even like me. Why’d you bother coming to get me?”
Magia scoffed, as if the question itself was ridiculous.
“Because there’s no way we were gonna send our CEO. I hate that idea even more.”

“But what about Seungjong…”
“Lupko’s swamped.
Most of this server’s dev team is from Mind Network, so it’s awkward for him to run around giving orders.
I was the freest one, so it made sense for me to go.”
There were Pazijik staff too, of course.
But their job wasn’t really to escort people—they were there as observers, ready to report anything to higher-ups and provide support if needed.

When it came down to it, only Magia could do it.
And once she realized that, she came on her own.
“Anyway, I’m counting on you.
Though I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
“…I appreciate the trust, but…”

Movgun lowered his voice and leaned toward her.
“What I said earlier… be honest. I was right, wasn’t I? You’re the main villain, aren’t you?”
Magia stared at him for a moment before replying,

“I didn’t think my usual image was that bad…”
“No, no, it’s not about your image being bad.
It’s an RP server, right?
You’ve been bottling up all that chaos energy from doing corporate stuff.
Isn’t this the perfect time to finally let it out?”
“If you keep saying things like that and I do turn into the server’s worst troublemaker, can you handle it?”

“Neocal’s gunplay is kinda trash, but…
I can still shoot better than you, so I’ll probably land a few hits.”
Magia grinned.
As if to say, good answer.

“That confidence. I like it.
Alright, I’ll be heading back up.”
As she walked away, Magia’s expression flickered—just slightly—but the emotion it showed was unmistakable.
It was close to joy.

Movgun didn’t know why…
But it sent a chill down his spine.
“…Shit. Shouldn’t have said that.”