I May Be a Virtual Youtuber, but I Still Go to Work

A short while later, once he'd calmed down a bit, Movgun turned to Magia and asked,
“So, what’s your plan now?”

“Well, first, I’m going to take what the East Mafia has.”
“You’re just gonna take it? Just like that? Then UF—no, the whole city’s gonna blow up!”
— Movgun's panicking lmaooo
— Did he just say UF? 😂
— Bro almost snapped back to reality LOL

:: An anonymous sponsor has donated 1,000 Clouds! ::
:: An outrageous statement for a police chief and a server mediator 😂 ::
— How can you not be shocked lol
— Seriously though, what’s the plan here? Without a good reason this is just UFC 💀
— At least last time there was some villain-back-against-the-wall justification
— You can’t just jack a bomb now that you’ve got the cops on your side smh
Magia, unfazed, pointed at the stack of empty boxes piled up in the corner of the warehouse.

“Don’t worry. I’m not just going to take them. It’s going to be a fun little game. I’ll even leave a note when I do—‘Just borrowing these for a bit!’”
“…A game?”
“There’s a festival on the final day next week, right?”
She was referring to the last day of week three, when Lightning Metropolis would come to an end.

A grand server-wide closing ceremony where everyone would gather, sing, and celebrate, wrapping up their entire storyline.
“If they manage to find all the surprise treasure chests I hide across the city before then—Lightning Metropolis wins. But if they don’t…”
“…If they don’t?”

Magia threw her arms up in a Y-shape and hopped in place.
“Boom, boom, boom! On the day before the joyful festival, the city will have a bloody prelude instead. Sounds epic, right?”
“……”

“On the flip side, if I get caught by someone before then—boom! I vanish from this city. Just the thought of getting caught by these pathetic nobodies makes me wanna puke! Kihihih!”
To sum it up: if the treasure hunt fails, there would be a citywide massacre. If it succeeds—or if Magia got caught—Red Hood disappears.
Movgun’s first thought when he heard that was: Is this chick insane?

His second thought was: Actually… this could be kind of fun?
And it wasn’t because he was some diehard Slug Squad fanboy.
Nor because he believed in Red Hood’s ideals or anything.
It was just… as a server admin, it sounded perfect.

Week 3 of the server was essentially the wrap-up period. Aside from the large-scale faction war on Day 3, the schedule was mostly light events.
Players spent that time tying up their personal storylines, preparing for the finale and server shutdown.
But as it stood, the West Mafia was severely on the defensive—there was even a risk they might boycott the faction war entirely, or that it’d fizzle out in boredom.

Now here comes Magia, planning to cripple the East Mafia’s power, inject new tension into that war, and sacrifice herself to create one last giant event for everyone.
In a way, maybe she felt responsible for how things had turned out.
“Kid. You realize how people are going to see you if you go through with this, right?”

“They’ll see it as a fun game of tag, of course! But honestly, I don’t think people even realize I’m around yet.”
“What are you talking about? The assistant hospital director already found you out.”
“She said she’d side with me, though?”
So she really had pulled Red Hood over to her side already.

Movgun cradled his forehead with a groan.
“Even if that’s true, you said you’re leaving notes behind. Once people start putting the clues together, it’ll all lead back to you. You know those videos of you babbling at the hospital are making the rounds on social media, right?
And if we team up to hit the Mafia, your tactics are gonna stand out like crazy. What, you gonna collapse another building? Blow up another car?!”
“Aha!”

Magia chuckled, feigning complete innocence.
“Then it’ll be even more thrilling, won’t it? What’ll happen in the end? Will they find all the treasure? Or will they catch me first? Heeheehee.”
At that, Movgun had to discard his earlier thought.

Responsibility, my ass.
Magia was just thrilled to finally have the leash off, running wild for the first time in ages.
If anything, it was only the years under Momo that had taught her restraint. That’s probably the only reason she hadn’t caused some major incident already and had instead been steering things with semi-controlled chaos.

One small misstep, and she could’ve blown the server sky-high long ago.
But this was Movgun.
There’s no way he was going to let this unpredictable little maniac run loose unsupervised.

“For this treasure hunt plan of yours to actually work, it’s important you don’t get caught too easily.”
“Exactly! You’re sharp, Chief.”
“But with the current resources, there’s almost no way we can protect you. Realistically, your only backup is that woman.”

Pino, hearing herself called out, smiled with delight.
She loved being seen as Magia’s brilliant right hand.
“If push comes to shove, I’ll bring in a helicopter and weapons from the police force.”
“Gasp! You’d go that far for us?”

“Now that we’re on the same boat, there’s only one ending left for me. Same goes for you.”
Magia swatted his pointing finger aside and smirked.
“Well, that’s still better than our indecisive boss. At least you know how to dig your own grave.”

“I was raised to believe it’s not how you live that matters, but how you die.”
Magia tugged her lips into a stretched-out grin.
She was genuinely pleased to have found such a dependable partner for her final event.

Of course, he was still an insufferable bastard—
Crack!
“Gah—”

She whacked him on the head with the grip of her handgun and said,
“Don’t get cocky. You’re just a little puppet, after all.”
— Magia keeping Movgun in line as always 😂
— Imagine thinking you could sass the Ma-Hwang
— If you’re a Slug, act like one!

***
Ever since Red Hood joined the fray, the police crackdowns on the mafia had become absolutely brutal.
The main reason? Tia kept blowing up buildings and vehicles, blocking key roads, which constantly wrecked the East Mafia’s arms smuggling and strategic operations.

They could no longer use their safest planned routes.
And the alternative paths? Already occupied by police—who were now working hand-in-hand with Red Hood.
So the East Mafia would try to smuggle weapons, only to walk straight into ambushes.
Even during faction wars, the police legally intervened, completely halting any expansion attempts from the East into the West.
But strangely, the West Mafia didn’t seem to be facing the same level of pressure.
Rumors started flying.

It felt like someone had it out specifically for the East Mafia.
Sure, they’d grown too powerful—that much was true.
But still… it didn’t feel fair.
Right after the Day 6 regional faction war ended, the bosses of the East Mafia requested a meeting with Police Chief Movgun.

“Isn’t this a bit much lately, Chief?!”
Bang!
Even Dingsam, the usually mild-mannered boss of the Shooting Club, lost it and slammed his hands on Movgun’s desk.

“Doesn’t it feel like you’re going after just us?! What, are we like Red Hood now—wrecking the city or something?! All we did was grab a little turf from those West-side punks! Seriously!”
The boss of the Taeho faction, Horang (also known as Ootora Haroko from Bachubachu’s 3rd generation), wasn’t silent either.
“Grrrr. Grrrrrrrr! GRRRRR!! HRRK-HRHRRK!!”

These two were so loud and theatrical that the third boss, Jubi, leader of the Mamang faction, ended up seeming like the timid one.
“I... I think it’s kinda unfair that only we keep getting punished...”
She had her speakerphone on, connected to her members during the meeting.

“We agree!”
“Our boss is sad!”
“Don’t cry, Boss!!”
“The police are being mean!”
“Uuuu!”
The reason Jubi had even become a boss in the first place was thanks to her fanatical members.
Once people found out Jubi was just a teenager, a whole bunch of streamers started calling themselves her “uncles,” swearing they’d never let her cry, and rallied around her like bodyguards.
With the three bosses cornering him with complaints, Movgun listened quietly—then stood up.

“So?”
Dingsam scoffed in disbelief.
“So?! You’re just gonna play dumb now? We came to ask for a solution, and your answer is basically, ‘Suck it up’?!”

“I’m not playing dumb. We’ve simply been cracking down on illegal mafia activity—completely within the law.”
“…Huh?”
Dingsam wanted to push back, but that damned word—legal—cut him off.

Just like when the police raided the Shooting Club’s hideout under the pretext of dealing with Red Hood.
They couldn’t storm a base just for housing weapons… but actual smuggling? That was allowed under Lightning Metropolis rules.
The police hadn’t been ignoring it—they’d just been focused on chasing Red Hood and Darai.
According to Movgun, this crackdown was nothing more than business as usual.
Same went for the faction war.
Fighting in a city full of civilians gave the police legal grounds to step in at any time.

That’s why each mafia had to strategize carefully—sneaking around police lines, pulling off hit-and-runs, and escaping before backup arrived. That risk and timing was all part of the game.
“As for the faction war—West Mafia has their base right nearby, so if they duck inside, we can’t really do much.
But the East pushed deep into West territory. If you didn’t plan a good escape, it’s natural things didn’t go your way.”
“…Tch.”

Even Dingsam, usually smooth with words, couldn’t find a legal angle to keep arguing.
Still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t suspicious.
He stepped back and muttered,

“Fine, you’re just doing your job—I get it. But don’t you think something’s a little off?”
“What do you mean?”
“Every time we try to smuggle weapons or launch a faction push… our ops get ruined. Not for any random reason either—buildings collapse.”

He lowered his voice and stared at Movgun.
“Starting to feel like that Darai kid is helping the cops shut us down…”
And honestly, he wasn’t just being paranoid.

Every time a mission got wrecked by a collapse, the mafia would return to find their storage raided.
Weapons would be gone. Notes left behind. Total mess.
The silence between Dingsam and Movgun stretched out.
Until Movgun’s phone buzzed.

[Small-time Punk]
Seeing the name, Movgun muttered under his breath.
“Let’s not get carried away with wild accusations. We’ve been trying everything to catch Darai. You think we’d seriously team up with her?”

“Well, yeah… you’re probably right. Just thought I’d say it.”
But that answer gave Dingsam just the confirmation he needed.
He smirked.

“You could’ve just said ‘no’ and moved on. But you got all defensive… Anyway, let’s go. If the cops say they’re clean, what can we do?”
“Grrrrr...”
“………”

The three mafia bosses left the commissioner’s office and headed toward the elevator.
After they were gone, Movgun checked the message.
[Small-time Punk]
[Treasure Hunt stream setup complete]

He immediately called Darami.
“Hello?”
“Yo, everything’s ready. Those bosses still upstairs?”

“They just left. You set the explosives at the base?”
The weapons Red Hood had stolen were now loaded into trucks and scattered across Lightning Metropolis.
Today—last day of Week 2—they’d blow up the East Mafia’s base, grab everyone’s attention, and kick off the treasure hunt live.

Darami sounded pleased with herself.
“Of course! Who do you think we are? Just let us know the moment they’re really out of sight!”
“I’m not your subordinate. I’m your collaborator.”

“Does it matter? Just signal when it’s go time!”
“Fine—”
Movgun opened the office door, heading for the rooftop to watch the explosions himself.

But in the hallway—where no one was supposed to be—stood three people.
— gasp
— oh no
— LMAOOOOO
“Knew it.”

“GRRRRRRR!! GRRRAAAHH!”
“…Shit.”
The three East Mafia bosses. They’d never actually left.

As if perfectly timed, they each drew their guns and pointed them at Movgun.
Dingsam spoke for the group.
“Let your guard down, Chief? Can’t believe you let us catch you like this.”

“Didn’t expect you to still be listening, honestly.”
“Let’s go downstairs. We’ve got the whole thing recorded. Time to show our people what kind of scumbag you are.”
But Movgun was frighteningly calm.

His years of FPS experience kicked in.
This wasn’t checkmate. Not yet.
“What if I say no?”
He said it just to grab their ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) attention—

Then, in one smooth motion, he whipped out a taser and zapped Dingsam.
ZAP!
“KYAAAAAAHHHH!!”

As Dingsam collapsed in convulsions, Movgun rolled toward Haroko and punched her hard enough to stagger her.
“RAHH?!”
Before Jubi could even steady her aim, Movgun reloaded and fired again.

“I-I’m gonna shoo—AAAHHH!!”
Down went Jubi, tasered and twitching.
Haroko recovered and fired, but Movgun rolled again—dodging cleanly.
BANG BANG!

He jumped up, punched her square in the face, and fired another taser shot while she reeled.
“GRAAAAAAGHH!!”
— holy sh*t
— he’s insane
— bro turned into John Wick with a taser
— MOVGUN GOT THE MOVES
— look at him go
— of course he zapped Dingsam first 😂
— tactical taser god

While chat went wild, Movgun handcuffed the three bosses and locked them inside his office.
Then, he grabbed a stash of hidden weapons and rushed to the rooftop.
THWUP-THWUP-THWUP — the helicopter’s blades spun into motion.

Police officers, hearing the gunshots, burst in asking questions—
“Chief! What’s going o—ZAP!”
“Sir, are you alrig—ZAP!”
Both zapped. Both down.

Then the bumbling duo of recruits arrived late to the rooftop.
Movgun turned to them and shouted:
“Wolf-Wolf! Dolphin!”
“Y-Yes, sir!”
“Yes—what?!”

And like the whistle of a train screaming toward the finale—
“Sorry for lying. I am Red Hood.”