I, the Rock King Emperor with 21 billion in power, have joined the chat group.

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Sato Mei managed to squeeze out a blessing.

My sister smiled brightly, her silvery eyes sparkling, and habitually opened her perfectly aligned teeth—unlike those of a typical Japanese person—in response with a grin.

"Thank you, Ming!"

She loves to laugh just as much as she loves to sing.

Sato Mei also liked that smile: "I'll give you a follow."

"I love you the most, Ming."

The older sister responded with a smile.

This is the second time the family has mentioned virtual streamers.

The third time was two months after the second.

At the time, Sato Mei was at home submitting his manuscript to the editor in charge of his work.

My sister suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. Her wine-red short hair had grown a little longer, and her half-shoulder hairstyle was messy and scattered on her shoulders.

Crescent Bay's clear eyes gleamed with confusion.

Her cherry-red lips were slightly pursed, and she didn't seem to be in a good mood.

She was wearing a light blue loungewear set today, which revealed her delicate collarbone and the slight curve below it.

"Ming-chan~~!"

A deep, mature female voice called out from the older sister's mouth.

Sato Mei frowned slightly.

If Sato Mei's enemies, and those he defeated by despicable means, heard this title, they would surely laugh and continue to mock him.

But the person in front of him was his family member, so he could only tolerate the nickname.

Sato Mei, his face cold, took a sip of the mineral water beside him, swallowed his anger with the cold water, and forced himself to calm down a little.

"what's up?"

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

The older sister's eyes, which had been somewhat melancholy, seemed not to be frightened by Sato Ming's actions and expressions; instead, they relaxed happily.

She exclaimed "Mei-chan is so cute!" and suddenly pounced on him, pulling Sato Mei into her arms.

The soft sensation brushed against his cheek, but Sato Mei was not happy at all. He struggled to break free from the woman's embrace, but regretfully discovered that he was not even as strong as his sister.

After being tormented once again, his sister finally let go of his head and lay down on his back on the bed.

She hugged Sato Shin's blanket and rolled around on the bed without any regard for propriety, leaving behind a lingering scent.

After a long pause, she sighed, "Alas, if it weren't for Mingjun's soft hair and tender cheeks, I would probably be feeling down today."

"Enough with the chit-chat! Let's get down to business." Sato Mei didn't have time to listen to his older sister wasting her time.

"Hahaha. Ming, you're so cute. Even when you're puffed up, you're still cute. Although you're puffed up and cold, you look like a Samoyed with its fur standing on end. It gives people a scary feeling, but it makes people want to hug you even more."

My sister is smiling very happily.

Sato Mei knew that in the past, such arguments only resulted in him getting hurt.

He didn't want to continue the conversation, so he asked in a low voice, "What happened? Is there anything you want to tell me? Did your uncle get scammed by the gangsters while playing pachinko and get involved in loan sharking? Or did your second brother get led astray by bad kids at school and start using drugs? Or was your fourth sister sexually assaulted by a teacher at school?"

"Don't talk about such terrible things!" The older sister's expression turned serious: "Japan isn't that dangerous yet."

“No, I don’t think Japan is that dangerous.” Sato Mei was convinced of this.

He turned on his gaming chair, turned on the computer with three monitors in front of him, and quickly Googled a series of heinous crimes.

"May 28, Kawasaki indiscriminate killing incident."

"May 23, Tokyo professional woman's attempted assassination of a male escort thwarted."

"On May 28, in Kitakyushu City, Fukuoka Prefecture, a father abused his children at home by using a pet electric shock collar."

"On June 1, Hideaki Kumazawa (76 years old), former Vice Minister of Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries of Japan, murdered his eldest son, Eiichiro Kumazawa, 44 years old, at home."

"Yesterday, in Kanagawa Prefecture, a man murdered and dismembered his wife..."

The list was laid out one by one, and each time I looked at it, it was shocking.

At least, to my older sister, these things looked absolutely terrifying.

"No way, is Japan really that scary?" She was starting to believe Sato Mei's words: "Is this why Mei-kun doesn't want to go out and just acts like a NEET?"

"No, it's not that scary. These are all cases that can be known through big data. Spread among the hundreds of millions of people in the Japanese archipelago, the odds are about as slim as winning the lottery." Sato Mei didn't care about such outrageous remarks: "Of course, as you know, the Japanese police system habitually doesn't file criminal cases... Wait, I'm getting off topic. Sister, you haven't said what you need yet."

The older sister was also stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and her expression visibly sombered: "Yes, the main thing is that I want to discuss it with Mingjun."

Sato Mei was not surprised by this.

Although for the past six months he has mostly stayed at home as a NEET, except when he went to Tokyo to handle matters for his own company and didn't even go to school, his family members are used to discussing things with him.

After all, his uncle and aunt didn't manage things very well, and his second brother was still studying for exams. Only he could be considered independent and self-reliant, and could offer sound advice.

"Speak," Sato Ming said, arms crossed, leaning back in his gaming chair with an arrogant air.

However, in her older sister's eyes, these behaviors were nothing more than precociousness despite being only sixteen years old. She was 1.6 meters tall, with delicate skin that was more beautiful than any girl's, smooth, short, jet-black hair, and soft, androgynous features.

If you don't look closely, you might even mistake the man named Sato Mei in front of you for a girl.

Therefore, Sato Mei's arrogant attitude was even somewhat cute in his sister's eyes.

"Then I'll tell you." The older sister sat on Sato Mei's bed and slowly revealed her thoughts.

"I think I told Mingjun a while ago that I left a virtual YouTuber company and was taken to a free community by a friend, right?"

Sato Mei nodded; he had heard about it.

"This month, my friend had a problem. She developed a sore throat and divorced her husband. She was devastated. I saw on her Twitter that she even seemed to have suicidal thoughts."

"what should I do?"

Sato Mei was momentarily stunned by the topic his sister suddenly brought up, but he quickly came to his senses.

“This is indeed a very real problem.” Sato Mei carefully considered his words: “So, let me ask you first, is she short of money right now?”

“This might not be too bad,” the older sister quickly replied. “At least she hasn’t mentioned it to me.”

“She hasn’t mentioned it, which means her financial situation is still manageable, which is good.” Sato Ming felt half relieved: “So, is the real reason for her sadness the divorce or a problem with her voice? By the way, does she like the virtual YouTuber industry?”

The older sister put a finger to her lips and thought for a moment: "It's probably a live broadcast. She and her husband separated amicably. There wasn't much of a commotion."

"Is she a good singer? Or is she very proud of her voice?" Sato Mei then asked.

"Yes, yes." Sato Mei's deep, beautiful voice reached his ears: "She sings incredibly well. She used to be a super famous singer on Nico Nico Douga."

Sato Mei revealed an expression of certainty: "When something that a successful person is most proud of is destroyed, and may never be repaired, or even if it is repaired, it will not be as good as before, this person will definitely break down."

"Those investors who commit suicide every year because of stock market losses probably share the same mentality."

"It's hard to persuade someone with this kind of problem; she can only get through it on her own. But to be honest, if her voice doesn't recover, I don't think she'll be able to pull through."

The older sister was stunned. After a long while, she slammed her clenched fist into the mattress, cursing, "She's the one who loves live streaming the most, loves the audience the most, and loves singing the most. Why did she have to suffer like this?"

"Clearly...clearly..." The older sister couldn't help but shed tears halfway through her sentence: "Clearly, her fans, her friends, and the members of the subtitle group were so...so good...so dedicated to comforting and helping her."

"I..." Faced with the sudden burst of tears, Sato Mei was clearly at a loss.

He hadn't seen his sister cry like this in a long time.

Mingming had made a promise with her older sister since they were little that she would never cry again.

When I was little...?

A flood of hazy memories assaulted Sato Mei's mind.

A series of sounds suddenly surfaced in his mind.

A strong desire was detected.

[Generating...]

[Multiverse Chat Group - Special Chat Group Section for Virtual Streamers is being generated...]

[Goal: To connect every person and every corner of the world with virtual love, so that the world will be free of sorrow and tears.]

[Current chat group member list...]

[-----The Promising Future True Lord joins the chat group----]

[-----100,000 priestesses join the chat group-----]

[A cute 17-year-old girl joins a chat group-----]

[-----The Darkness of the Ring enters the chat group-----]

[-----An incorrigible evil party has entered the chat group-----]

[----I can see that I've joined the chat group-----]

【……】

"Huh??? System???"

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