Chapter 366: – A Prototype Slice of Life – I
A changed world. One where VTubers dominated entertainment media and the term was known to even the elderly grandparents who never visited the internet except to scroll through social media to catch up with what their grandchildren were doing.
It wasn't quite to that level yet, but it was getting there.
With the debut of V-ShowGirls, the ease of streaming with the MIRAIZ app, and the continuing growth of the group that started it all, Project MirAIs, VTubers had grabbed the spotlight and weren't letting it go anytime soon.
But as for the three girls who started it all, and in particular the one girl who started everything by meekly telling her wish about wanting to become an idol...
It was another weekday.
Rin slouched over the beanbag cushion in the Prototype lounge, idly scrolling through social media while she waited for Asako to finish her stream.
Terrorist organizations being dismantled in America by special forces, new VTubers making their debuts and pre-debuts on Tweeter, 10/10 ratings coming out for Mister Titor's VRMMORPG... and lots of fun reaction videos to people playing through the storyline for the Project MirAIs crossover in Mister Titor's game.
Flipping around on the cushion to lay on her back, Rin placed her phone against her chest and stared at the ceiling. 'I know Mister John says to just go with it... but this is still surreal.'
Rin thought that she had gotten used to weird things happening with Mister John. Between curing Rin's mother of cancer, his seemingly endless wealth, and also incredible talent in everything he did... not to mention his outstanding family, John had already cemented himself in Rin's mind as a person who could make anything happen if he wanted to.
Even still...
'The whole world is different now because of you, Mister John.'
It wasn't just Rin's world that had changed now. And it wasn't just the members in Project MirAIs either.
Although Mister John had definitely helped everyone in Project MirAIs, through that, he had helped a lot of other people too.
Like the Ohana.
Rin had never met most of the Ohana, but from their comments on the fan tags and all the Superchats, she knew that the Ohana got a lot out of watching their streams too.
Was it the joy and satisfaction of being able to cheer someone on?
Rin didn't know if that was completely true for the Ohana, but she could definitely see it in Alphy onee-chan's fans.
So that they could support Alphy and make sure she wasn't worried about them, the Alfis worked hard to improve their lives.
Then there were Asako Aneue's fans who accepted that they were 'trash', but rallied behind her because she accepted them for who they are while saying they could be better.
And for all the trolling and lewd comments the Ki-sama made during the stream, off it, they were every bit as supportive of each other as the Alfis were.
The world was a dark and scary place. While it was rare for most people to be in as desparate a situation as Rin had been before meeting Mister John, there were plenty of people in silent suffering who just went through the motions each day.
Rin had seen it. No, it was impossible not to see it.
Rin remembered all the times she rode back home on the train.
Tired, drained, lifeless... she remembered thinking that about all the businessmen and businesswomen riding the train with her.
And even until recently, you could walk around downtown and see more than a couple people walking around with listless expressions.
But that had changed now.
"Well, that's the fault of my role model, isn't it, Aneue?"
"...You're definitely Sakura nee-chan's daughter."
Rin stuck out her tongue and then started skipping towards the door. "Come on! It's the first time in a while we actually did something outside together, so let's go have some fun!"
Alphy smiled and walked after Rin. "Yes! There's a lot of shops I want to visit... and I want to get some gifts for Grandpa and Aurora as well..."
Asako walked beside Alphy and then muttered, "Why do I feel like the day's about to get hectic again?"
Rin puffed her cheeks and said, "That's because you keep jinxing it like that, Aneue!"
Alphy giggled and then said, "Don't worry, Asa-chan. Papa gave me a good luck charm, so everything will be fine."
Asako frowned and said, "...It's not something ridiculous like one of the Three Treasures, is it?"
"What?"
Asako waved her hand and said, "Never mind. Now, let's get going before either the three stooges or your crazy knights intercept us."
A discreet apartment building tucked away around the corner from Myth Inc. HQ.
There, sitting around a rectangular table, six individuals faced each other, divided in two groups of three.
The first group of three were all fit, possessing honed bodies with rippling muscles and a confident air. Knight, Hottie, and Couch.
The second group of three were a ragtag bunch that had nothing in common. Garbage, Foxy, and Orca.
And, just from a glance, that seemed to be true of both groups.
But at that time, the six had gathered together for a serious discussion about something very important.
As for the subject of that discussion...
Knight folded his hands together and leaned against the table. "So it is decided?"
Garbage sighed and ran his right hand through his hair. "I still don't think we're the people who should be doing this..."
Foxy rolled her eyes and said, "If not us, then who else, Garbage? I mean, degenerates can pick out degenerates, right?"
Orca adjusted a pair of golden whale cufflinks before saying, "I would object to that classification... but I suppose it is true that I am fairly familiar with sifting through the trash."
Garbage blinked and then gave Orca a sidelong glance. "...Are you talking about me?"
Orca smiled and said, "Of course not, dear friend."
"...You're being sarcastic right now, aren't you?"
Hottie ran a hand through his silver hair and said, "Can we be serious about this for once?"
Couch nodded from beside Hottie and said, "Yes. This is a matter concerning Alfi-sama's beloved imouto"
Knight nodded as well and then said, "While Alfi-sama's Papa is currently managing Alfi-sama's beloved imouto, he is a man fit to rule the world. At some point, she will need a team like us. Now..." He reached down to the floor beside him and then picked up a manila folder before sliding it across the table. "These three are our targets..."