Once you decide to become a VTuber and start streaming, choosing the right platform is critically important.
'Each platform has a completely different vibe.'
Some channels are advantageous for VTubers, while others are specialized for streams with face cams.
Some capture the raw, unfiltered sensibilities of their specific communities, while others are dominated by adult-oriented content that's hard for the general public to access.
Green, blue, yellow, purple, and so on.
While there are countless streaming platforms, many people agree on one thing.
-That red one... isn't it a bit off for live streaming?
YouTube Live.
Since YouTube is fundamentally a platform for uploading pre-made videos, it naturally offers a live streaming function as well.
However, those who stream there unanimously point out a problem.
-The chat scrolls way too slowly.
Chat delay.
Even when an incredible play happens, the chat explodes with reactions a full two or three seconds later. This phenomenon is particularly severe on YouTube.
It might seem like a fleeting moment, but for live streaming, where the immediate back-and-forth between the streamer and viewers is crucial, it's a significant drawback.
So, what are its strengths?
That anyone can easily upload videos?
'For now, that's its greatest strength.'
The live stream had begun.
Rasian had already started the game, and the chat was flooding with all sorts of comments.
-Are you really Rasian?
-Did you start a live stream to verify yourself because of the fabrication controversy?
-At least a hand cam, please.
While some people were reacting to the fact that she had started a live stream at all...
-Why are you streaming here of all places?
Others reacted sensitively to the choice of YouTube for the live broadcast.
"Producer. I've found a match."
"Right. I'll get to my part."
While Rasian was matched and entering a duel, I had my own task to handle.
'Alt accounts.'
I took out another smartphone.
Slipping in among the other viewers who had found the stream, I subtly began typing in the chat.
-Isn't this guy clueless about streaming?
First, I establish an initial image.
Like he's not a streamer, just a guy uploading game footage.
'Quickly, the second one.'
I took out another phone and typed a different message.
Since the accounts were different, there was no issue posting from both.
-Did the old man get pissed and turn on the stream? lol
-This burner account sure talks a lot.
The only problem was that, despite preparing them in advance, they were brand-new IDs with no prior comment history.
'Fast. Are they already digging into whether it's an alt?'
It seemed someone had clicked on my alt account's ID to check its comment history.
'Did I draw aggro from someone in the industry?'
The reaction was faster than I'd expect from simple trolls looking to expose the person behind the avatar.
Seeing how the viewer count was climbing now—
"Ah, damn."
"Is there a problem?"
"No, it's nothing major... Can you talk while you play?"
"Yes."
As the effect for Master Kim's super special move began to play out on screen, Rasian extended a hand to her side.
Fwaaaah.
Something like mana shimmered, and a mist-like substance quickly began to coalesce into Rasian's form.
"The main body will handle the opponent, and the clone will handle the conversation."
"...Is it okay to use mana on something like this?"
"The matched opponent is better than I expected. I need to focus with this character pool, so I apologize, but I will face him with my main body."
Rasian's eyes remained fixed on the monitor.
"So from now on, I, the clone, will speak with you."
As if to shield the original, Rasian (the clone) stepped in front and bowed her head.
The clone was nearly identical to the original, but I wondered if I should start calling the original 'The Rasian' to tell them apart.
"What is the issue?"
"It looks like other streamers were watching our channel. As soon as the 'Live' icon lit up on our channel's profile, streamers and their viewers flooded in."
"...Technically, that's restreaming, isn't it?"
"It is. It's restreaming, but it doesn't really matter."
YouTube Live, approximately 300 viewers.
But the actual audience was likely more than ten times that.
Though it was something they shouldn't do, if you included the viewers of the streamers who were restreaming, the number would grow exponentially.
'Drawing 300 viewers on a first stream is no small feat to begin with.'
Initial hype is crucial for a reason.
Mobilizing 10,000 viewers from the very first broadcast is usually reserved for debuts of rookies from top-tier companies in the industry.
'It's a success.'
I had drawn the attention.
Regardless of how they got here, the atmosphere of this stream was now—
-Rasian, please say hello!
-Would it kill you to say something?
-Playing hard to get, huh? lol
-Go back to your own cesspool.
-FR, I came here to watch the game, not to see if it's a girl.
-Is there no moderation in this chat?
A complete mess.
I knew this wasn't ideal, but I was letting it happen on purpose.
It wasn't that I was aiming for a trashy stream filled with degenerates.
Although all sorts of curses like 'f*ck' were popping up, I couldn't use functions like chat restrictions or temporary bans.
-Is the host not reading chat?
-Looks like they're not even looking at the chat because the opponent's a pro.
-Too busy mashing supers lmao
Who would be banning people in the middle of a sacred fighting game match?
If anyone were to impose chat restrictions, it would be a moderator, and that would ruin this entire plan.
'If the existence of a moderator is revealed, they'll know it's a planned broadcast.'
This stream needed a strict separation between the streamer and the viewers.
Because—
-Feels like I'm watching a god-tier player at an arcade, for real.
Just like that comment, the viewers' current position was akin to standing behind Rasian's main body, watching her play.
"The chat is certainly chaotic. People have come from all over... Ah, there's Japanese, too?"
"Pros. It was a good idea to stream on YouTube Live."
Among those who had come to watch the master player's game from behind her back were other masters from different neighborhoods.
Before long, the viewer count surpassed 1,000.
Those who had been watching through other streamers' restreaming began to join the YouTube stream directly.
"The viewer count is rising rapidly. Isn't this... a bit too fast? Is a flame war breaking out somewhere...?"
"There's that, but they're also here to see if their streamer can successfully snipe us."
I showed Rasian (the clone) a certain streamer's channel.
"There are more than a few people gunning for you, but as you can see, this one is making a real scene."
"...Isn't that CantEvenHit?"
"That's him."
A malicious stream sniper had latched on.
A streamer who was restreaming her broadcast in real-time and immediately started searching for an opponent the moment Rasian hit the 'Find Match' button.
"Besides him, there's also the rankings... what is it now?"
"I just took some points from the opponent I beat, so I've just reclaimed the number one spot."
"Right. There are also people sniping the queue to leech points off the number one player. This sniper is the prime example."
Rasian found a match.
The opponent's username was
Although he had muted his mic, the sniper, who immediately started spewing profanities when he didn't get the match, canceled his queue and began waiting again.
"Rasian. There's a mission over there called 'Deliver justice to the faker'."
"How much?"
"One million won."
"Ha."
Rasian, who had instantly gotten behind Crucible and was chaining combos, scoffed.
"Producer."
"Yeah."
"I think I've proven I'm Korean enough by now. I don't need to use the Korean team anymore, right?"
Although she had just secured a 3-1 victory against Crucible, Rasian released her grip on the fight pad and straightened her posture.
"I will release my seals, just this once."
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At the same time a certain YouTuber's live chat was turning into a dumpster fire...
"Fabrication, my ass. The fact that a person like this gets over a thousand viewers is the real fabrication."
In a conference room in a Japanese company building, a middle-aged man watching the Korean streamer's broadcast shook his head.
"We're already getting complaints about the grab hack, and now a so-called 'named' player is crying 'fabrication' just because he lost..."
"So, is this a problem?"
"!!"
An old man leaning on a cane appeared behind the middle-aged man.
"Ch-Chairman!"
"I've heard the gist of it. So, there's a hitch with the tournament."
"I apologize! I tried to prevent any issues from arising...!"
"No, no. It's not something for you, the director, to apologize for. If something blows up, we can just dance and sing like that one guy."
"Pardon?"
"A joke. So, what's the situation?"
The old man naturally took the seat at the head of the conference table.
Those who followed him in either stood by his side to assist or sat in the other chairs, while the middle-aged man straightened his tie and adjusted his posture.
"Reporting, Chairman. Currently, the number one ranked player,
"It seems the named players from the Korean side have also started sniping."
"...Yes."
"Especially that punk."
The chairman leaned toward the monitor with a weary expression, pointing at the streamer who was mouthing a stream of curses.
"We can't have the image of fabrication attached to our first offline international tournament in a long time, can we?"
"Well..."
"I went to the trouble of securing a major sponsor. What do you think will happen if we lose that sponsor because of some fabrication scandal?"
"..."
"So, let's use this opportunity wisely... Oh. Perfect timing, it seems."
The young man who had been throwing a tantrum sat down with his pad, and the two screens began to sync up and intersect.
One screen was that of a typical streamer.
The other screen had no chat, no face cam—only the game, set to fullscreen.
"If that number one player succeeds in, what was it, 'delivering justice'..."
The chairman calmly raised the side of his hand like a blade.
"The one who uttered the word 'fabrication' will be banned from our tournaments for life... hmm?"
"...Huh?"
Just as the chairman was about to speak...
"W-Wait. Suddenly?"
"Hah..."
The games on the two screens were becoming like a decalcomania, mirroring each other.
Even the characters being selected on the left and right sides.
"Right now..."
"Those three are the characters CantEvenHit used to become a ranker. It's the same lineup he lost to Rasian with before."
"...Well, I can tell one thing for sure about this Rasian friend."
The chairman shifted in his seat.
"You have to take down an arrogant punk with a mirror match."
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