My Vtuber System Wants Me to Stream in a Dungeon?!-Chapter 42: Elf Idol Forced to Dance and Sing for 24 Hours Without a Break.
Chapter 42 - Elf Idol Forced to Dance and Sing for 24 Hours Without a Break.
After Sparrow’s group had left, new subscribers joined Parita’s game. However, they were complete strangers. Not minding the new faces, Parita talked to them.
"Hi. Care to introduce yourselves?"
"..."
Nobody talked. They looked around in a daze, similar to Sparrow and others when they entered the ship the first time.
Parita shrugged. "Oh, well. Typical reaction. Let’s head to the bridge so we can start a new mission."
"..."
The crowd looked at each other and followed Parita to the bridge. They imitated Sparrow and others, standing on the launch pads.
Since these people resembled online introverts, Parita pranked them. She sent them to the monster-infested world and raised the difficulty to level 9.
As she had predicted, the mission was a wreck. The new people didn’t last five minutes on the monster-infested planet.
Parita finished the mission by herself and called for reinforcement, summoning them back. Everybody managed to return home. The new subs obtained used guns and ammo as souvenirs, and they vanished from her game.
Nothing seemed unusual, she thought.
More subscribers showed up, replacing the second batch. Parita greeted them at the entrance.
"Welcome to my toilet destroyer. Please do not take a dump in here and bring your shit back home."
"..."
Again, the new people had no concept of speech. They didn’t react to Parita’s weird greetings.
Parita didn’t think much. She let them play the game normally by sending them to hell. Once more, Parita completed the mission by herself while her subs spent all the reinforcement quotas, being eaten alive over and over again. As kind as she was, Parita made sure to summon them and let them return home with the souvenirs.
Not long after, the fourth team showed up.
Again, nobody wanted to talk.
The first time could be bad luck. The second instance might be a coincidence, but the third time is a pattern.
Parita had a hunch. Typically, subscribers should be thrilled when they can play the same game as their Oshi. However, these guys were too quiet.
Her suspicious grew. Before sending them on a mission, she asked them.
"Say, did you come here unwillingly?"
"..."
"Hello? DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. WHAT’S. COMING. OUT. OF. MY. MOUTH?"
"..."
Nobody answered. They looked at her as though they were robots.
Parita pursed her lips and asked her system.
’How much did they pay to join my game again?’
[10 gold coins per person.]
’Did they pay to join my game or did they accidentally get in?’
[They paid the gold coins.]
’With their own money? Willingly?’
[No.]
Something went wrong outside, and the system seemed sketchy. Parita frowned and pressed on for more information.
’Is someone hiring them or forcefully sending them here?’
[Yes, a viewer from a private broadcasting site has been sponsoring memberships to his subordinates.]
’Who?’
[Bald Eagle.]
"..."
It was the lizard lady!
Parita frowned. She understood the predicament.
’They are exploiting you, I see. Are you letting this slide?’
[Don’t worry. A defensive mechanism has been installed on every distributed item. The weaponry is only effective against the Hungers, the Starves, the Deprives, and the Scorches. No guns can harm innocent people.]
’...Oh.’
[In addition, the players so far are not bad people. They were commoners before they joined the Eagle Clan. Let them have the weapons.]
’...If you say so.’
Parita was still skeptical about it, but she let the system manage the subs for the moment. She refocused on her stream and continued playing the game normally, granting her subs free passes.
.
.
11 hours passed by. Parita ended the stream after no more subscribers joined her game anymore. She gazed at the reward.
[You have obtained 8,215 Idol Points.]
[150 gold coins have been deposited into your inventory.]
Aside from the gold coins, Parita brought back a collection of new armory, such as grenades, rifles, ammunition, and some cute bugs. She now had enough points for the fourth-dimension dance room.
Parita lay on the ground and stared at the ceiling, exhausted. She glanced at the log message and asked the only chat partner—her system.
"Hey, last time, I only got 2,000ish Idol Points from 11 hours of streaming. Why did I get 8,000 this time?"
[You have earned 30 new subscribers in today’s stream, and they completed their missions. You earned bonus points.]
Parita thought back to when she was scraping for 200 Idol Points at the elf’s mansion. She smacked her lips.
"I should move out. Working with those dirty elves isn’t worth it anymore."
[A reminder. You’re under a job contract. You should at least stick with them for a year so that they will not resent you for leaving them behind.]
"Let them hate me. I don’t care."
[Drama is bad for an idol. Please be nice.]
"...Tsk. Fine."
Being reminded of a potential drama backlash, Parita accepted the system’s suggestion. She shifted her gaze to the exchange store and purchased the dance room.
She had about 4 days before the release date. She didn’t have much time to prepare for the concert.
The item she wanted cost 10,000 Idol Points. Although it was pricey, Parita paid it in full.
DING
[You have purchased the 4th-Dimension Dance Room (Level 1)!]
[The 4th-Dimension Dance Room (Level 1) has been installed.]
[Please be advised. Once you activate the 4th-Dimension Dance Room, you will fall asleep, and your soul will be transmigrated to the fourth dimension. Please ensure that your physical body remains in a safe place before you use this feature.]
"..."
* * *
4th-Dimension Dance Room (Level 1) (Upgradeable)
Size: 30 x 30m
Time Dilation Ratio (Outside: Inside): 1 Hour: 2 Hours
* * *
Parita glanced at the rough description of the new feature. She snorted and found the new tab in her system menu. After pressing on it, she found a simple activation button. Parita pressed it without hesitation.
Instantly, Parita fell unconscious. Her mind drifted to a new world.
.
.
.
Parita awoke and found bright light piercing her eyelids. She covered her eyes and sat up, avoiding the blinding neon lights. She rubbed her eyes to get her eyesight back.
When her sight adjusted to the environment, she found a wall entirely made of mirrors, reflecting her current appearance. She noticed her long black hair and human ears. However, she had nothing to cover her body.
Not ashamed of her naked appearance, she got on her feet. She turned around and inspected her surroundings to find white walls, which trapped her in a strange place.
Her mind registered the environment instantly.
’Oh, is this the place?’
Parita returned her gaze to the mirror to admire her appearance.
The short, skinny, malnourished woman from Earth had a glow-up. Although she was still short, standing 160cm tall, her hips and chest grew a lot bigger and healthier. The sunken cheeks were replaced by smooth flesh that she could pinch. The black areas under her eyes were also gone.
Still, Parita’s real appearance was as unfriendly as ever. Her mouth curved downward as though she were a grumpy old man. Some bangs of her long hair covered 70% of her face.
Parita swiped her hair away from her face and admired her transformed face one more time.
’Well, damn. I’m pretty.’
[Narcissist, aren’t you?]
The voice of the system echoed in the room. It sounded exactly like her voice.
"Shut up." Parita scoffed. "I’ve always been beautiful, and I know it!"
[Yeah, right, Miss Former 1-Point-Charm.]
"..."
[Do you want me to remind you of the beauty chart and the meaning behind the Charm Stat?]
"Shut it."
Parita rolled her eyes, not wanting to argue with the system anymore. She knew that she would get roasted instantly. She changed the subject.
"So, what are we doing here? What are we doing here?"
[Of course, you will be practicing dancing and singing, starting now.]
"...Sure. And what song? Where is my dance coach?"
The answer revealed itself instantly. Parita’s body moved by itself, and her vocal cords vibrated. A melody came from her mouth.
"???!!!"
Parita couldn’t resist. Her body was no longer hers. It felt like she was being moved by invisible strings, and it hurt. Moreover, she couldn’t utter a word of protest.
’Hey, what the helly? Stop this! Give me an explanation!’
[We don’t have much time, so you will be dancing and singing for 24 hours straight. You will memorize the songs and the moves with your own body and soul.]
’HEY! THIS WASN’T OUR DEAL!’
[Yes, it was. Now, focus or your "SOUL" muscle might get cramped.]
’Dafuq, soul muscle...? OW!’
Parita’s shoulders moved at an unnatural angle, and a sharp pain coursed through her back. She wanted to yelp, but her throat maintained the lyrics of a game song.
[Focus.]
’...Fuqus.’
[No Italian accent or puns. Concentrate, you ugly goblin!]
’You...OW!’
Her head rotated 270 degrees, and her knees bent forward.
Despite the injuries and the loose joints, Parita’s torn muscle, dislocated joints, and severed ligaments were healed instantly. Her body flowed, and her mouth sang until the end.
After finishing the song, Parita got a moment of peace. She panted and turned to the floating system message, wanting to protest.
However, the previous game OST was played again. As the notes dropped, Parita’s legs moved, and her throat trembled. She sang.
"I feel like I’m losing hope..."
The lyrics came from her soul, literally.
The torture continued for 24 hours.
.
.
.
12 hours quickly passed in the real world. Parita woke up, but her mouth automatically hummed the tune of the first song.
"Tell me, God, are you punishing me?"
[Nope. Less than punishing you , I’m granting your wish with all my might.]
"I’m not asking you. I was singing."
[Oh, how diligence of you. If you want to sing that hard, why don’t you stay in the dance room for another 24 hours?]
"...Is this the price I’m paying for my past mistakes?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Parita wanted to cry in anger, but she had no tears. She regretted not wishing for money, rather than pursuing a career as an idol or streamer.
