"Now what?" Max asked his friend, he sat on the soft sofa across from him. "I haven't livestreamed anything today. And... yeah. I also pause my Mercenary Quest for your sake, buddy. So, if you showed me something pathetic like earlier, I would immediately call this quit."
Scratching the back of his head, Flexy leaned against the sofa's backrest.
"Yeah, I know. I wanted to blame my lack of sleep and frustration, but I was just too immature earlier. Sorry, bud. It won't happen again. I promise."
"Nah, you can do it again," Max said, looking at his fingers as if he was uninterested in the topic, much to Flexy's surprise.
A smirk crept onto his face as he turned to the orange-haired streamer.
"That way, I can properly record it and use it as blackmail material. Hahaha, I bet Lisa will like seeing your pathetic display. I wonder how she would react. You were just lucky that we didn't livestream it earlier."
"Wha–" Flexy jumped from the chair with a pale face. It was a wonder that it was so clear in the VR world like this. "Buddy, you won't do that to me, right? Not to Lisa, please. I was already punished and got beaten by a pillow two days ago for whining!"
"Hoh, that's new." Max's grin widened. "You know what, I actually recorded it. I wonder how she will react. That would be funny." An evil laugh escaped his lips.
Of course, that was a lie. And Flexy knew about it too.
However, he still played along.
"Don't you dare!" The orange-haired streamer jumped onto him and was about to tackle him, but he resisted by raising his hands.
They were locked in a pushing position, and both tried to get the upper hand.
Even so, they seemed to enjoy it. Laughter echoed in the bar as two young men engaged in mock wrestling to decide Flexy's fate.
***
[Do you know where Breeze is?]
— I've followed his Strike, but there is no news about him
— Maybe he's tired? He could also have a secret project that takes more time than he thought
└ Makes senses. But even when he's in Paperful City, he still updates his Strike and even livestream his activity
After getting tagged many times and having notifications popping up, BloodSucker replied to the comments while getting annoyed. He clicked his tongue and closed the forum after blocking the notification from it.
"Those bastards are so annoying. I am busy here. How dare they tag me many times like that! I still have one video left!"
Inside his room, BloodSucker's complexion wasn't pretty good. The bags around his eyes were pretty heavy and dark, signing that he hadn't slept for a few days already.
The white sclera around his pupil now resembled his red irises.
However, he didn't stop there. He was on a mission. An important mission to break his limit and reach a new height.
"I will make this the greatest video ever. I won't lose to that guy."
Still, he had something that the other fans didn't. Now that he had seen the thread, it bothered him so much that he couldn't concentrate. His source of amusement was also gone for two days, and that irritated him further.
Clicking his tongue once more, BloodSucker opened a message application and found Breeze's name in it. He sent a message that conveyed all his viewers' requests.
[BloodSucker: I am doing my job here, so do your job! Get up and make a Strike status or turn on the livestream.]
Initially, the vampire-like man didn't expect an immediate reply. He knew the other party, his boss, had a lot of stuff going on besides streaming. But he didn't know that it was morning.
And the morning was when Max checked all his emails and messages. So he could reply at a lightning-fast speed.
[Breeze: I will make a status on Strike. Hahaha, I have been a bit of a wreck in the last two days. Thanks for reminding me, sucker.]
When BloodSucker read that message, a chill sent down his spine. Who the heck was this? Breeze wasn't like this!
With trembling fingers, he typed a reply.
[BloodSucker: I don't know what happened, but get yourself together. And it's not my job to remind you like this. Get yourself an assistant, secretary, or manager who controls your schedule and social media.]
'Tsk, everyone is so dependent on me.' He shook his head.
No one seemed to be able to do anything themselves without him, whether it was the Fans or Breeze himself.
'I am just too amazing.' He smirked.
And thus, he continued doing his job, tweaking with videos to make it amazing.