Chapter 1
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Chapter 1. [The End and The Beginning]
This is a story about a reincarnated elementary school girl who is a VTuber.
Lots of linguistic elements.
“Please let me go to a VTuber’s live concert!”
I was tied to a chair in an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere.
Around me were men with guns in their hands.
“Hey, you! ▲□●+!”
“Wah, waht?”
“*▲□●↑→！！！！”
“Hiccup!”
I don’t know what it is, but he’s really angry.
Why am I in this mess?
This morning I crossed the ocean because the first large-scale international VTuber event was to be held in the United States.
I got lost on the way and ended up in a shady alleyway a while ago.
I was hit on the head, passed out, and just came to my senses now.
I don’t even know what time it is.
Maybe the concert has already started.
If so, I am in despair.
“Way, English □★●+”
“Okay, □★↑*●……”
The men were arguing about something.
I couldn’t understand what they were saying at all.
Maybe it was because they were talking too fast, or because they were using a lot of slang.
I wish I had studied English more if this was the case.
I usually watch English-speaking VTubers without understanding what they are saying.
Still, it is fun. Even if I don’t understand a word, just watching their reactions, or just a few words at a time is enough to make me enjoy watching them.
This is just an excuse.
I once tried to study English to enjoy their streams more, but I failed in the end.
……Ah, how did I end up like this?
Today is the day of their big event. It was supposed to be a happy day.
“~★↑↑*●□!”
“↑*●↓←★!”
The men were giving off a swarthy vibe. I don’t know what it is, but I have a bad feeling about it.
I want to hear their beautiful voices.
“~★↑↑*●□…… okay.”
They seem to have reached an agreement.
One of the guys walks up to me. No way, they’re going to kill me!
“Hey, Guy. You*▲□*.”
“No! Help me! I Am Japanese! Not Kill! Please!”
“Okay, okay, *●up* ……”
“Stop it! …… Eh? What? Help me, will you?”
He is trying to remove his shackles. It seems that he is going to release me.
With relief, all of my strength drained from my body at once. Just as I exhaled a sigh of relief, another man pulled out a gun and pushed me between the eyes.
Another man pulled out a gun and pressed it against my brow.
It was only a moment.
There was a dry roar, and a bullet smashed through my head.
My precious parts are scattered in pieces.
My vision slowly turned to the ceiling, and the entire chair I was strapped into fell over onto its back.
Rapidly, my consciousness, my vision, blackened from the edges.
Out of sight, men were arguing with each other.
Is this the end of my life?
The VTuber industry will continue to develop in the future.
I can’t even see them through, and in the middle of the road like this?
The sound of footsteps moving away from me.
Someone had said it before. Someone once told me that in death, the only thing that remains until the very end is the sense of hearing.
No, no. I see something.
In my pitch-black vision, I see a white figure. Is that?
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Chapter 1. [The End and The Beginning]
This is a story about a reincarnated elementary school girl who is a VTuber.
Lots of linguistic elements.
“Please let me go to a VTuber’s live concert!”
I was tied to a chair in an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere.
Around me were men with guns in their hands.
“Hey, you! ▲□●+!”
“Wah, waht?”
“*▲□●↑→！！！！”
“Hiccup!”
I don’t know what it is, but he’s really angry.
Why am I in this mess?
This morning I crossed the ocean because the first large-scale international VTuber event was to be held in the United States.
I got lost on the way and ended up in a shady alleyway a while ago.
I was hit on the head, passed out, and just came to my senses now.
I don’t even know what time it is.
Maybe the concert has already started.
If so, I am in despair.
“Way, English □★●+”
“Okay, □★↑*●……”
The men were arguing about something.
I couldn’t understand what they were saying at all.
Maybe it was because they were talking too fast, or because they were using a lot of slang.
I wish I had studied English more if this was the case.
I usually watch English-speaking VTubers without understanding what they are saying.
Still, it is fun. Even if I don’t understand a word, just watching their reactions, or just a few words at a time is enough to make me enjoy watching them.
This is just an excuse.
I once tried to study English to enjoy their streams more, but I failed in the end.
……Ah, how did I end up like this?
Today is the day of their big event. It was supposed to be a happy day.
“~★↑↑*●□!”
“↑*●↓←★!”
The men were giving off a swarthy vibe. I don’t know what it is, but I have a bad feeling about it.
I want to hear their beautiful voices.
“~★↑↑*●□…… okay.”
They seem to have reached an agreement.
One of the guys walks up to me. No way, they’re going to kill me!
“Hey, Guy. You*▲□*.”
“No! Help me! I Am Japanese! Not Kill! Please!”
“Okay, okay, *●up* ……”
“Stop it! …… Eh? What? Help me, will you?”
He is trying to remove his shackles. It seems that he is going to release me.
With relief, all of my strength drained from my body at once. Just as I exhaled a sigh of relief, another man pulled out a gun and pushed me between the eyes.
Another man pulled out a gun and pressed it against my brow.
It was only a moment.
There was a dry roar, and a bullet smashed through my head.
My precious parts are scattered in pieces.
My vision slowly turned to the ceiling, and the entire chair I was strapped into fell over onto its back.
Rapidly, my consciousness, my vision, blackened from the edges.
Out of sight, men were arguing with each other.
Is this the end of my life?
The VTuber industry will continue to develop in the future.
I can’t even see them through, and in the middle of the road like this?
The sound of footsteps moving away from me.
Someone had said it before. Someone once told me that in death, the only thing that remains until the very end is the sense of hearing.
No, no. I see something.
In my pitch-black vision, I see a white figure. Is that?
Chapter 1. The End and The BeginningThis is a story about a reincarnated elementary school girl who is a VTuber.Lots of linguistic elements.Please let me go to a VTuber's live concert!I was tied to a chair in an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere.Around me were men with guns in their hands.Hey, you!+!Wah, waht?*Hiccup!I don't know what it is, but he's really angry.Why am I in this mess?This morning I crossed the ocean because the first large-scale international VTuber event was to be held in the United States.I got lost on the way and ended up in a shady alleyway a while ago.I was hit on the head, passed out, and just came to my senses now.I don't even know what time it is.Maybe the concert has already started.If so, I am in despair.Way, English +Okay, *The men were arguing about something.I couldn't understand what they were saying at all.Maybe it was because they were talking too fast, or because they were using a lot of slang.I wish I had studied English more if this was the case.I usually watch English-speaking VTubers without understanding what they are saying.Still, it is fun. Even if I don't understand a word, just watching their reactions, or just a few words at a time is enough to make me enjoy watching them.This is just an excuse.I once tried to study English to enjoy their streams more, but I failed in the end.Ah, how did I end up like this?Today is the day of their big event. It was supposed to be a happy day.~*!*!The men were giving off a swarthy vibe. I don't know what it is, but I have a bad feeling about it.I want to hear their beautiful voices.~* okay.They seem to have reached an agreement.One of the guys walks up to me. No way, they're going to kill me!Hey, Guy. You**.No!Help me!I Am Japanese!Not Kill!Please!Okay, okay, *up* Stop it! Eh?What?Help me, will you?He is trying to remove his shackles. It seems that he is going to release me.With relief, all of my strength drained from my body at once. Just as I exhaled a sigh of relief, another man pulled out a gun and pushed me between the eyes.Another man pulled out a gun and pressed it against my brow.It was only a moment.There was a dry roar, and a bullet smashed through my head.My precious parts are scattered in pieces.My vision slowly turned to the ceiling, and the entire chair I was strapped into fell over onto its back.Rapidly, my consciousness, my vision, blackened from the edges.Out of sight, men were arguing with each other.Is this the end of my life?The VTuber industry will continue to develop in the future.I can't even see them through, and in the middle of the road like this?The sound of footsteps moving away from me.Someone had said it before. Someone once told me that in death, the only thing that remains until the very end is the sense of hearing.No, no. I see something.In my pitch-black vision, I see a white figure. Is that?
