Chapter 119. [Last Live!]
“I’m sorry, Mai. I couldn’t keep my promise.”
I had promised to make Mai my manager.
And… it’s a bit disappointing, to be honest.
Lately, I’ve thought that being on the streaming side isn’t so bad.
If I were with Mai, it would have been even more fun.
I’m sure.
“No… Iroha-chan, stop it!”
I clicked on a link sent by a viewer and landed on a website.
I scrolled through the page and started learning Urdu.
“U… Ga… Aaaaah!”
I held my head and writhed in pain.
It was no longer just a fever.
It was close to excruciating pain.
I couldn’t even have thought about where I had heard Urdu before.
But…
〘I… I’ve learned it.〙
I muttered in Urdu while exhaling rough breaths.
With my blurred vision, I somehow managed to follow the comments.
>Iroha-chan, did you learn it!?
>Two languages in such a short time?
>She must have received a blessing from the Goddess of Language (U.S.)
My consciousness was hazy.
There was no time to spare, and that meant two things.
First, I didn’t know how long my body would hold up.
And second… It was no longer strange for a nuclear strike to get launched at any moment.
〘Can you hear my voice? Can our words reach you?〙
This is truly the end.
Because it’s the end, just a little more.
As if shattering my wish, people posted more chats one after another.
They came in rapid succession.
>Iroha-san, please help me too.”
>I received a similar message from my friend earlier (U.S.)
>The same thing is happening in my location. Please stop it.
>Please help my friend!
>Please save us too! (Turkish)
>Please make my country’s people stop! (Russian)
“…Huh?”
I stared in disbelief at the flowing comments.
Voices seeking help were coming from all over the world.
>Are all these countries trying to launch nuclear weapons? (German)”
>No way, it’s impossible with this many. It’s malicious prank comments! (French)”
>Iroha-chan, you can ignore them. (Korean)”
>But if it’s true, isn’t the world coming to an end…? (Hindi)”
>Aren’t you all ashamed to seek help from such a child? (U.K.)”
Viewer opinions were divided.
Voices were questioning the facts and voices acknowledged the facts and criticized them.
The discussion became heated, and the comment section became chaotic.
In a trembling voice, I asked.
“Where are all of you from?”
The answers that came back were varied.
It included Ukraine, which was the incident’s center, Afghanistan from earlier, the Philippines, Turkey, Palestine, and more.
“No way…”
I hadn’t understood at all.
Despite having connections with people from so many countries, I always averted my eyes.
I had only seen the beautiful parts.
In my case, I had only focused on being a VTuber, only the parts that suited me.
No, I wasn’t the only one.
If I lived in Japan, everyone was the same.
I should have known it as knowledge, but I had forgotten.
Or perhaps we were pretending not to know.
The world was overflowing with hell.
It was an ongoing reality, with conflicts and seeds of war still present.
The notion of peace, the laughing facade of the world… behind it all, “killing each other” had been happening.
The situation in Ukraine was just the tip of the iceberg.
I had mistakenly believed that the information given to us by the media was the entirety of the world.
I had convinced that if I couldn’t see it, it didn’t exist.
“Give me the URL of a site where I can study! I’ll learn them all!”
I clicked on the link the viewers had posted, which could save the world.
I would learn a new language and convey my thoughts to those people in the language they understood the most.
And I would repeat that process.
I would keep appealing to everyone.
If I did that, things would work out.
I would do it.
Advertisements, news, social media—this livestream was being spread through all channels.
The place that was now the center of attention in the world was like a microcosm of the entire world.
Even as I watched, the voices seeking help increased in the chats.
They were countless.
“Ah… Ugh, aaah…”
Tears streamed down from my eyes. I couldn’t catch my breath properly.
As if turning away from reality, I covered my face with both hands.
“This… is impossible.”
How many countries are there in total?
And all of them with minor languages.
I have already crossed the line.
So now, I have no intention of getting scared or hesitating.
I don’t want to die either.
But if this life is necessary, then I will make it the foundation of VTuber history.
I have already prepared myself for that resolution.
But that alone won’t be enough.
“…There’s not enough time.”
I murmured in despair.
For example, even if I start conveying my thoughts and words to one country, will other countries patiently wait their turn?
The answer is no.
Undoubtedly, before that happens, some countries will press the “launch button.”
So, even if I manage to learn all the languages, it would be meaningless if my body can’t hold on.
In this state, I won’t be able to reach all the countries with my words anyway.
“…Hahaha.”
Should I continue avoiding reality like this?
Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
In any case, the world will end. There is nothing more I can do.
In that case, who can blame me for wishing to have a happy dream end?
If I were to dream, what would be good?
It’s obvious. Something like a VTuber’s live performance.
“…A live?”
I slowly lifted my face.
