Even when Sunday was already do her best to create Sael VTuber, as the owner and also an OCD shithead, I had to touch up everything that she had done, putting my input to ensure that everything was perfect and to my ver liking.
"[If the VTuber identity is to be a public-facing persona, why not delegate it to Emily and her Octopussy group?]". Sunday dimmed the hologram slightly, and asked.
"Because… if shit goes wrong, they'll catch the heat, And I don't want that…". I froze for a moment.
Sunday folded her arms. "[Elaborate.]".
"Look. Emily and her crew—Luxi, Amora, Millie—they're hot babes, great streamers, fun personalities... But that's where their talent ends, If I throw them into the fire as the Meteor Studio spokespeople, they'll be crucified the moment anything goes sideways….". I leaned back, sighing.
"[Crucified?]". Sunday voice piqued.
"Yeah," I said bluntly. "This world may be hypersexual, but it hates seeing women labeled as sellouts, sugar babies, or nepo brats… If I make them the face of Meteor Studio, the vultures will tear them apart. And Emily? My little sister? No way I'm putting her through that…"
Sunday hummed, considering. "[So instead, you create Sael the VTuber—a shield.]".
"Exactly," I said. "A shield, but also a magnet. The fans will throw themselves at him, praise him, demand more... And behind him? Meteor Studio can work without the distraction... and since Sael VTuber will be known as Meteor Studios employee, officially, it created a funnel for fans to gain connectivity with Meteor Studios…".
I rubbed my face, chuckling. "And hey, this way, I can still help Emily and her crew… Just not directly as Meteor Studio, But as Sael the VTuber. I can collab with them, boost their streams, help them grow—without them being called whores who slept with the boss…Which is something that bound to happen,".
Sunday's voice softened. "[Humans surely hard to understand…]".
"Yeah, that is what human are…" I admitted. "The girls had enough crap already…. I won't pile more on top, Meteor Studios grew too big and too fast… so, no matter what, things like this had to prepared…".
The hologram of my VTuber self-looked down at me, smiling faintly with that fake anime charm. For a second, I felt a strange sense of comfort—like I'd just given myself a guardian role in this insane, hypersexual world.
"Alright," I muttered, grinning. "Let's make some goddamn content."
"[Sir,]" Sunday said, her tone brisk. "[I've created the Chirper account and MeTuber channel under the VTuber Sael identity… Both are now linked to Meteor Studio's backend for security. No traceable connection to your real identity remains.]".
The holographic interface shimmered in front of me. Two shiny, fresh profiles, pristine and untouched.
"Goddamn. Feels like I just gave birth to myself, but hotter.". I grinned.
Sunday's eyes flicked upward as if rolling. "[Please refrain from phrasing it that way.]".
I cackled. "What? It's true! Look at that avatar! That's me but if puberty rolled a critical success."
She ignored me, as usual, and displayed the default "About Me" section. It was empty, waiting.
"Alright, let's keep it simple," I muttered, typing aloud as Sunday transcribed. "Artist. Writer. Singer. VTuber. Employee/Founding Member of Meteor Studio."
"[Minimalistic,]" Sunday commented.
"Yeah, I don't want to sound like I'm sucking my own dick on the first day."
"[A curious metaphor.]". Sunday chimed.
I smirked. "Don't act innocent. You know exactly what I mean."
"Sunday," I said, cracking my knuckles. "Let's do something simple for the debut, something calm but also masterful... Something that doesn't scream, 'Look at me, I'm a clout-chasing streamer.'"
Sunday tilted her head. "[You wish to avoid immediate spectacle?]".
"Exactly. We play the long game," I said. "Silent Hill was a nuke... Sael the VTuber should be a gentle ripple, but the people would never feel it was defeated by it…".
Her eyes flickered. "[Understood. Recommendation: music.]".
I snapped my fingers. "Yes! Perfect… A song, Something soft, melodic… Rivers Flow in You."
I could almost hear the piano in my head. Back on Earth, it was overplayed as hell—weddings, proposals, TikTok edits—To me, it was one of the greatest pieces that were made in my adulthood time, it is very good, in my old world this piece had to fight with a lot of many great pieces that exist before and during its time, but in this world? It was brand new, something that the people can really appreciate without anything to compare it to.
"[Purchase from the system mall for ten dollars?]" Sunday asked.
"Yup," I said. "And implant the information packet straight into my brain."
There was a brief static pulse behind my eyes, like my brain just got patched by Windows Update. Suddenly, my fingers itched, ready to play keys I didn't even own.
I flexed my hands. "God, that's trippy… I can feel the song in my bones… Sunday creates the scenery,"
Sunday gestured, and the virtual environment transformed. A soft green field stretched out, a river glistening under sunlight. Birds flew overhead. At the edge, a grand piano appeared, sleek and black. Just the way I wanted, a scenery that can attract eyes, and let them immersed on the music.
"This is gorgeous.". I whispered.
She simply inclined her head. "[Begin when ready.]"
I sat at the piano as my VTuber avatar mirrored me. When I pressed the first note, the sound rang out pure and crisp, enhanced by Sunday's algorithms.
"Plink."
The melody flowed. Rivers Flow in You filled the virtual space, delicate and emotional. My avatar's 2D hands moved gracefully, hair falling into his eyes as if he were truly there.
"Goddamn…" I muttered under my breath as I played. "This looks like one of those anime ending sequences."
"[Focus, sir,]" Sunday said, though her voice softened.
The river sparkled with each note. The grass swayed as if moved by the music. Sunday had gone all out—synching the environment to the melody itself. By the time the final note faded, the avatar looked up at the imaginary camera, eyes half-closed, almost wistful.
I exhaled, leaning back. "…Alright. That was fucking beautiful."
Sunday nodded. "[Editing complete. Shall I finalize and render?]".
"Do it," I said, smiling. "And make sure the sound hits harder than heartbreak at 3 A.M."
The video finished rendering in seconds. Sunday pulled it up for review.
On the screen: my anime self, sitting at the piano near the flowing river. The lighting was soft; the sound was crystal. He—I—looked so damn elegant it was almost ethereal.
I burst out laughing. "Holy shit, Sunday. I look like a Disney prince who just discovered feelings."
"[That was the intended aesthetic,]" she replied calmly.
I wiped a tear from my eye, still laughing. "I mean, it's funny, but also perfect. Nobody here's ever seen this style before. This will hit hard."
Sunday folded her arms. "[Shall I upload?]".
I leaned forward, grinning. "Do it."
The button pressed, and the video and my channel went live. And with that single click, VTuber Sael entered the world, and it was quite exciting.
I leaned back on the couch, stretching. "Well… that's it. I've officially debuted as a VTuber version of myself, somewhere out there, a poor bastard is about to cry to piano notes he doesn't know came from Earth…".
Sunday gave me a sidelong glance. "[Do you feel satisfied, sir?]"
I smirked. "Satisfied? A little? This is just the beginning…. I have a lot more to show this world,".