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

First of all, this handsome man named Parry looked a little unhappy, and his speech was full of dejection.

The woman beside him, named Otome Oto, looked to be around thirty years old. She was wearing a black casual dress, with long, straight, jet-black hair. Her delicate skin contrasted beautifully with the lace trim on her top, making her appear mysterious and elegant.

However, she was surprisingly cheerful when she spoke.

Although his voice was hoarse, one could still hear the hope in his words.

On the other side of Otome-on, the girl named Chirei-mei should be the youngest.

She looks to be around twenty-two or twenty-three years old, or even younger.

Today she wore her hair in pigtails, naturally tied with a burgundy hair accessory. She was petite, dressed in a school-style short-sleeved shirt and long skirt, and had delicate, small features that made her look quite cute.

My sister and her friend chatted for a while, and somehow the topic turned to the virtual YouTuber industry.

Although their conversation was full of industry jargon, Sato Mei could understand it basically after a little thought and a quick Google search.

However, the more Sato Mei listened to their conversation, the stranger it seemed to him.

...。 。 。

Although he found it strange, Sato Mei did not intend to interrupt.

To be honest, he was still a little disappointed.

On his way here, he had already looked up a lot of information about the artist Parry.

Many members of the virtual YouTuber group that Parry formed had considerable fame in mainland countries across the ocean and on 404 (a Chinese web browser website), so he originally thought that Parry would have good insights into the virtual YouTuber community.

I didn't expect that upon meeting him today, I would find him to be nothing special, even a bit too ordinary.

Both the emotional intelligence revealed in the conversation and the understanding of the VTB profession were rather unsatisfactory.

Is this guy just an ordinary person?

Lost in thought about all sorts of things, Sato Mei had already finished a cup of coffee.

Just when he was getting a little bored, his sister suddenly brought up the topic with him.

"Pari's mom, do you have any new debut plans lately? My little brother is quite interested in being a virtual YouTuber."

"Ahhh! Pfft!"

Sato Mei almost threw up the coffee he had just drunk.

He quickly waved his hand: "I can't!"

Parry looked at Sato Ming seriously, then seemed to think for a moment and said with some hesitation, "There is no precedent for male V in Parry and Chocolat, and I have no intention of adding male V to them."

"However, since it's Elio's request, well, if your younger brother is willing to practice his voice a little, perhaps... he could... his voice has the same potential as yours, Elio, which is quite good."

Sato Mei was genuinely frightened and quickly waved his hands and shook his head: "No, no, no, I have no intention of becoming a virtual streamer, please let me go."

Hearing this, his sister seemed a little surprised and raised an eyebrow: "I've noticed you seem quite interested in the virtual YouTuber industry lately. I thought you wanted to become a virtual YouTuber too, didn't you?"

Sato Mei paused for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "No way, it's just that after you talked to me last time, I specifically looked up some information about virtual YouTubers."

"Okay, looks like I misunderstood." The older sister waved her hand dismissively.

However, her sister's suggestion stirred something in Sato Mei's mind.

Perhaps becoming a virtual YouTuber wouldn't be such a bad thing?

So, he didn't make any definitive statements in his next sentence: "Of course, I might become a virtual YouTuber too, since I find this format quite interesting. However, even if I were to become one, I definitely wouldn't be one of the 'Eight Meat's'."

Parry nodded calmly: "Yes, what a pity."

Since the conversation had progressed to this point, the woman with long, straight black hair and an otome voice, who had been silent until now, chimed in with interest: "Sato-san also wants to become a virtual YouTuber? Why? Was it inspired by Eriol-chan?"

Her voice sounded very hoarse, and the sickly feeling was still there.

However, he seems to be in good spirits.

When asked about her efforts to get closer to him, Sato Mei didn't mince words.

He thought about it carefully: "Perhaps it's because of the virtual nature and the experience."

“I’ve been a long-time Nico Nico Douga user for a while now. For the past year or so, due to some family issues, I’ve been working as a NEET at my sister’s house. Although I’ve accomplished some things and made some money, I’ve had less and less interaction with friends. Apart from the occasional video chat and meeting with some people, I haven’t really communicated with the outside world.”

"And one very important thing is that although I long to communicate with friends, I am also afraid to communicate with strangers. If my sister hadn't dragged me here, I probably wouldn't have come."

"So, I find the way virtual YouTubers interact in front of the camera—using a created avatar instead of the real person—particularly interesting. Ugh! In VTubers, I'd probably be called... a 'shady character'... right?"

Otome waved her hands repeatedly, and with her sweet and gentle smile and husky voice, she said softly, "No, as long as you can say it, you're considered a 'positive angle' (positive angle). We don't tell others about 'negative angles' (negative angles)."

"Yes, yes!"

"Yes, it is."

The older sister and another cute girl named Qian Lingming nodded in agreement.

"Haha~~!" This kind of praise is comforting—at least, to Sato Mei, it was a nice compliment.

Since his soul merged with Sato Mei's after he transmigrated to this world, he has always felt out of place no matter how he looks at it.

Therefore, he dared not go to school.

In the early days, I didn't want to talk to my relatives even when I was at home.

If it weren't for his sister's help, who forcefully pulled him out of that gloomy corner, his autism might still be going on now.

The thought of the terrible consequences he might bring sent chills down his spine.

"By the way, Sato-san, what kind of virtual YouTuber do you want to become?"

After one topic ended, Otome quickly brought up another.

It seems that, just as her sister said, she is a person with a strong sense of control and is very good at managing topics.

However, it feels good.

Sato Meiya responded happily.

After observing them for a while, he was able to conclude that these people in front of him were all good kids, and there would be no problem in becoming friends with them.

"Otome-senpai, are you referring to my character design?"

“No, although it’s not quite that, your concept is pretty good. You might not know this, but the concepts for Chocolat are all drafted by us before Pari draws them. It should be easier for you to draft a concept first and then find someone to draw it.” Skillfully leading the conversation, Otome took a sip of water to moisten her hoarse throat, naturally tucking her long, dark hair behind her ear to reveal her fair neck, and looked at Sato Ming with great interest.

Sato Mei didn't think for long.

"If I were to set myself up, I would probably portray myself as an ordinary man who came to this world from another world. In that other world, I was an investment banking elite, a rising star in the capital market, and a representative of the younger generation; but because I did too many things that I didn't strive for, I was hated and killed by someone, and came to this world as a useless NEET, spending my days at my uncle's house, only eating and not doing any work, relying entirely on my family for support."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ms. Qian Mingling, who was sitting a little further away with pigtails, covered her mouth and chuckled secretly.

Otome voiced a slight smile, jokingly saying, "This is too realistic; I doubt many virtual YouTubers would like it. Or you could call it a kind of realistic chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur)."

Sato Mei took a sip of coffee, unsure whether to accept such teasing, since even if he told the truth, probably no one would believe him.

He retorted nonchalantly, "The concept of virtual YouTubers is just a form of adolescent delusions in real life. Let me think about how I was an investment banking elite in my past life, that wouldn't be so bad, would it? In today's society, capitalists control everything. If you can't beat them, you can only join them. Isn't that simple?"

"Yes!" This sentence seemed to touch a nerve with Otome.

She nodded gently, placing her hands clasped in front of her eyes. Her long, dark hair, reaching her shoulders, swayed gently with her movements. Her pure black dress gave her a charming look, yet it was also serene and mysterious.

Her expression was also full of emotion: "I share the same view as you. Becoming an individual is to avoid being arbitrarily disposed of by companies."

"When I was at the fairy tale publishing house, their business philosophy was very different from my live streaming philosophy. That's why I left."

"If you're a virtual anchor in a company, you'll face far too many rules and things, making it far less free than being an individual."

Miss Otome seemed to be touched by Sato Mei's words. She gave a wry smile with a hint of emotion as she spoke, and continued to express her thoughts in her still hoarse voice: "Of course, leaving the fairy tale club was a huge risk for me. Although the company has all sorts of problems, at least it has resources and can form a relatively solid alliance."

"But now that we've all become individual artists, we have to work hard for everything ourselves. Whether it's planning, selecting live stream content, or dealing with online backlash, we have to rely on our own abilities, which is really, really tiring."

"Although we have the traffic and collaboration from Pari's mom, it's really hard to say whether we can succeed."

At this point, she glanced at her older sister, then at Chilingming, and finally sighed, "I really don't know if bringing Eriol-chan and Ming-chan out of the fairy tale club is a good thing or a bad thing. If they don't succeed on this path and graduate instead, I'm afraid I'll be extremely sad. I might even want to die."

These heartfelt words, spoken so casually by Otome Oto, clearly surprised all three people except for Sato Mei.

The older sister was the first to speak up and comfort him, sounding like a perfect scumbag: "Don't worry, Oto-chan, I'll always be with you. You're my favorite person, the person I respect the most."

“Me too!” Qian Lingming quickly grasped Otome On’s other hand.

Parry watched the three of them interact and gently shook her head. I sighed as well, spoon in my hand: "Alas, I'm so sorry! There's only so much I can do."

His eyes were also full of frustration.

Otome shook her head: "No? Mama Parry, you've done very well."

“No, I didn’t do well enough.” Parry seemed to recall something, his expression growing more somber. He took a sip of coffee and suddenly stood up. “Alright, let’s stop here for today. I need to go back to my commissioned work.”

After saying that, without waiting for the others to react, he put a thousand-dollar bill under the cup and left the coffee shop.

It took less than half a minute from start to finish, so fast that Sato Mei didn't even have time to react.

A moment later.

Otome voice was the first to recover and whispered to Sato Mei, "Sato-san, if you've looked into WIKE, you should know that the Pali organization recently disbanded two people in Palipo, and he's still a bit sensitive. What I just said might have triggered him, which is why he got up and left. It wasn't because of you, Sato-san."

"Okay, I understand." Sato Mei nodded, then glanced at the time, looked at the three girls beside him, thought for a moment, and took out a thousand-yen bill and placed it under the coffee cup.

"I have some other things to do in Tokyo today, so I won't bother you sisters any longer."

"Is something the matter?" the older sister asked, turning around with a puzzled look.

"Yes, it's just a routine business question. As you know, I have a side business in Tokyo." Sato Mei didn't want to explain too much.

Otome Oto laughed, tugged at her sister's hand, and said with a smile, "You're already sixteen. As long as nothing goes wrong at night, you don't need to worry about it so much."

"Hmm~~~??" The older sister glanced at Sato Ming, then suddenly a smile appeared on her lips: "That's right, you'll be coming back with me tonight. Remember to wait for me here before five o'clock."

“No problem.” Sato Mei nodded to his sister, then nodded slightly to Otome Oto and Chireimei before getting up and leaving the coffee shop.

Watching him leave, Elio turned his head.

The youngest of the three, Qian Lingming, also came to her senses at the same time.

She rested her chin on her hand, turning her gaze away from Sato Mei's back. After a long while, she whispered, "So handsome, so gentlemanly."

"And so cute."

"It feels fluffy and tiny. Hehe~~!"

Otome-on smiled and took a sip of coffee, her composure slightly fading. She gently waved her finger and said, "This guy is just being polite; he has absolutely no intention of getting to know us."

"Huh??" Eriol was a little stunned: "Eh??? Is that so? I didn't even see that. Oto-chan, you're really amazing."