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

"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...]

[Virtual Anchor Producer System Initializing...]

[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.]

"Huh??? System???"

.....

--system?

---Virtual Anchor Producer System?

---No way?

Sato Meiji remained where he was.

---Is this funny?

The system that suddenly appeared a year after he transmigrated made him slightly flustered.

However, he has always been a calm person who does not show his emotions outwardly, and he has perfect control over his facial expressions.

He merely frowned slightly.

In his view, the so-called virtual streamer industry is far too insignificant.

Having traveled to this world and learned about the differences between the two worlds, Sato Mei was already confident of his success.

Whether it's novels, movies, variety shows, animations, or songs, he has a wealth of high-quality works in his mind that are completely different from this world.

Not to mention that his original world was more advanced than this one, and the technological information he possessed could easily propel him to heights he never dared to imagine before.

Compared to the prospects of a tech elite, a literary master, or a financial tycoon, the so-called virtual streamer industry is far too insignificant and uninteresting.

This is just an even smaller circle within the anime and manga community.

Its global share of output is less than one billion US dollars.

This tiny thing, compared to any of the industries he envisioned, no, not even any of the products, could compare to its global market share.

But the voice of the inorganic system continued in my mind.

[Virtual Anchor Producer System: The purpose of this system is to connect every person and every corner of the world with virtual love, and to build bonds and friendships with seven billion people.]

[Implementation: When a user needs to make an important decision, undertake a project, or face other crucial choices, this system will provide ten options and select the appropriate option based on the user's dice roll.]

[Note 1: Some options may contain technically impossible methods or logically flawed solutions, but rest assured, if selected, these options will definitely be implemented. For example, one option states that in a highly successful scenario, the virtual idol will appear in the real world with its own personality! If this option is selected, this will definitely happen.]

[Note 2: No matter how absurd it may be, this is your fate]

[Let's begin the first die roll.]

[At this moment, please roll the dice to assess the current status of your sister's virtual anchor colleague (otome voice).]

[1/ Due to throat and marital problems, she is experiencing extreme self-loathing, with a low level of misanthropy and a 10% chance of suicide. (Credit Points +10)]

[2/ Due to throat and marital problems, she is experiencing extreme self-loathing, with a low level of misanthropy and a 20% chance of suicide. (Credit Points +10)]

[3/ Due to throat and marital problems, she is experiencing extreme self-loathing, with a low level of misanthropy and a 30% chance of suicide. (Credit Points +10)]

[4/ Due to throat and marital problems, she is experiencing extreme self-loathing, with a moderate level of suicidal ideation and a 40% chance of suicide. (Credit Points +10)]

[5/ Due to throat and marital problems, she is experiencing extreme self-loathing, with a moderate level of suicidal ideation and a 50% chance of suicide. (Credit Points +10)]

[6/ Due to throat and marital problems, she is experiencing extreme self-loathing, with a high level of misanthropy and a 60% chance of suicide. (Credit Points +10)]

[7/ Due to throat and marital problems, she is experiencing extreme self-loathing, with a high level of misanthropy and a 70% chance of suicide. (Credit Points +10)]

[8/ Due to throat and marital problems, she is experiencing extreme self-loathing, with a high level of misanthropy and a 80% chance of suicide. (Credit Points +10, Item Acquired: Nightmare of the Eastern Jin Dragon Girl)]

[9/ Due to throat and marital problems, she is experiencing extreme self-loathing, with a high level of misanthropy and a 90% chance of suicide. (Credit Points +10, Item Acquired: Nightmare of the Eastern Jin Dragon Girl)]

[10/Due to throat and marital problems, she is currently experiencing extreme self-loathing, but thanks to the support of friends and fans, and the recovery of her vocal cords, she is overcoming the self-loathing. (Credits +10, Item: One Free Item Dice Roll)]

This is the user's first time using the dice system, and they will be automatically given one guaranteed roll. (Please note that this guaranteed roll can be carried over to the next use.)

After the system notification ended, Sato Mei fell into deep thought.

The potential shown by this system is so great that it exceeds his imagination. If what it shows is true, then this chance to win the dice roll is especially rare.

If we save the money this time and use it later, if...

He thought about many things, but looking at his sister who was crying incessantly in front of him, he just couldn't bear it.

If that virtual YouTuber named Otome really committed suicide, my sister will probably be plunged into a long period of grief.

Since that's the case, there's nothing to hesitate about.

[Use the guaranteed hit die and select the tenth option.]

As I whispered this in my heart, the dice of fate began to spin.

A virtual die appeared in Sato Mei's field of vision. It bounced a few times, as if being grabbed by a large hand, and then the number ten appeared on it.

【...】

[The dice are rolled]

[Guaranteed hit dice detected]

[...The system has entered special logic processing...]

[Locked to option 10]

[World Line Development Successfully Completed]

[Begin closing the contraction.]

【...】

A series of notification sounds rang in Sato Mei's ears.

He seemed to have sensed something, as if the world had changed, yet it also seemed as if nothing had changed at all.

The older sister was still sitting on Sato Mei's bed, crying incessantly, while Sato Mei himself sat motionless in his gaming chair.

After a while, the crying gradually subsided.