Chapter 60 : Crew_

Reincarnated with a talent for singing? Honestly, it was absurd, but not entirely unbelievable.

‘My body changed, so it’s possible.’

It wasn’t like I came to Earth in Miley Saintrefuge’s body, unable to sing. I was reborn in a new body, Miley Mackey.

Human physical abilities are heavily influenced by genetics. A talent for singing could be seen as genetic.

‘But…….’

It feels like I’ve practiced.

I watched Miley and CEO Cha.

* * *

“Hahaha! I never imagined, Butler, you could sing so well. You’re as good as any singer! You could seriously debut.”

“You flatter me. It’s nothing special.”

CEO Cha’s gaze at Miley was strange, like he’d found a treasure. He was clearly signaling something.

Frankly, it’s strange, isn’t it?

Singing isn’t an innate ability. The bearded studio owner said so himself. An uncut gem is just a rock. Talent is one thing, but skill without training?

‘Did Miley and CEO Cha plan this to get me on a singing broadcast?’

Some things don’t add up.

And why would they scheme? I may be against it, but I’d do anything, singing or dancing, for the broadcast. CEO Cha knows that.

‘Then what is it?’

Oblivious to my suspicion, CEO Cha chuckled.

“Haha, I was serious. But if you don’t want to, I won’t force it……”

“I’d be open to other methods.”

Huh?

Everyone froze at Miley’s sudden declaration. CEO Cha blinked, then his eyes sparkled.

“O-Other methods, you say…?”

Miley turned to me.

Why is she looking at me?

Blushing slightly, Miley murmured,

“Appearing as a guest on the Chairman’s broadcast…… I wouldn’t mind, no. I want to.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on.”

I jumped up.

“Cut, cut! What are you saying, my precious?”

CEO Cha’s eyes widened.

“My precious?”

Oops, I said that out loud.

“Forget it. Miley, you want to join the broadcast?”

“No, not exactly.”

Miley stood straight, hands behind her back.

“Just as a guest.”

“……That’s the same thing.”

I glanced at CEO Cha. His gaze was intense, but it didn’t seem planned.

So this is Miley’s own doing…….

‘Why suddenly?’

Her thought process isn’t hard to understand.

She was obsessive back in the other world.

But joining the broadcast is different.

“What about your work?”

Miley’s workload is excessive.

She seems attached to my hip, but that’s her main job, assisting me.

Besides that, she leads the legal team, sues troublemakers, handles miscellaneous tasks, and manages my life.

Essentially, she’s my external life-support system.

And now she wants to add broadcasting?

‘Did she awaken some otherworldly power?’

Miley coughed at my question.

Then,

“Assisting you, Master, won’t change. For general affairs, we’ll hire a chief secretary. Legal matters only require my oversight. My partial broadcast participation will create synergy. A new face will attract viewers, and since I sing well, as Master’s skills improve, I can sing along for a unique……”

“Wait, wait.”

I stopped her endless explanation.

Miley took a breath. Was she even breathing? I had a staff member bring water. After chugging a bottle, she tried to continue, but I cut her off.

“Dizzy.”

I frowned, then asked,

“So, music-related videos and guest appearances. Right?”

“Yes, Master.”

Miley nodded.

She pretended to be calm, but she was trembling like a wet retriever. Maybe I should get a retriever.

“……Whatever. Do what you want.”

It’s fine.

No reason to stop her.

‘This is a chance to think about a crew.’

I planned to recruit after revealing my face and some info, but if it’s internal, it’s fine.

It’s Miley, after all.

‘And that Japanese employee. She dreamt of broadcasting.’

I’ll ask her.

The crew doesn’t need only gamers. Pachichik has variety. Art streams, etc.

Gaming skill isn’t everything.

‘She’s not bad looking, so, it’s fine.’

I explained my plan to CEO Cha.

“Hmm, not bad. We have ample resources for easy control, and after acquiring Pachichik, managing problematic users will be simple.”

“Good. Then internal staff……”

Suddenly,

“Excuse me……”

The bearded studio owner spoke from behind.

I turned to see him nervously fidgeting.

“If you’re done, could you please leave……? We have others booked……”

I looked at CEO Cha.

“Didn’t we rent it for the whole day?”

“Ah, no……. We only needed to check your singing, no need to rent it for so long. Best to save money.”

“Hmm.”

I told the owner,

“I’ll pay for the remaining bookings, including cancellation fees. We’ll stay longer. Miley, transfer the funds.”

Miley immediately sent the money.

The owner’s attitude flipped.

“Oh my! I didn’t recognize such an important guest……. Hahaha! Can I get you a drink?”

“Do you have Pepsi Lime Zero?”

“Uh, we have Coke Zero……”

Don’t need that.

Coke Zero? Heresy!

* * *

The basic plan was complete.

We didn’t need the tiny studio, but it worked. We had staff.

I dismissed the staff, sending them home, and returned to the company with CEO Cha and Miley.

“Seeing them go home makes me want to leave. My adorable children are waiting.”

“Act according to your salary, CEO Cha.”

Like a communist robot, I used my chairman powers to dismiss the HQ staff.

Then I called Kawasaki Shigure, now a content team member.

“Kawasaki-san?”

“Y-Yes!”

Kawasaki sat at the conference table, nervous. The CEO, Chairman, and Butler likely intimidated her.

“W-Why am I here alone……?”

“Nothing much. Just a moment.”

Miley handed me Kawasaki Shigure’s resume. I skipped the Japanese university details. She had internet broadcasting experience and two two-year stints at companies, both now defunct. Seriously?

One wasn’t even a resignation, the company went under. How sad. She probably didn’t get paid, as the team leader said.

“You have broadcast experience. What kind?”

“I-I was a VTuber!”

“I mean, what kind of broadcasts?”

Kawasaki’s eyes darted around. She trembled, speaking cautiously.

“I, I did various things……. It’s hard to say specifically……”

I’m not going to eat her. Why so scared? It’s like I’m about to fire her on the spot.

CEO Cha whispered, taking pity,

“Chairman, VTubers don’t usually have a main focus. It’s more about character, so it’s hard to define.”

“Ah, I see.”

“T-That’s right! I drew, did ASMR, and…… I’m bad at games, but I tried my best!”

She bit her tongue. Must hurt.

Wait, she drew?

“Drawing, like an illustrator?”

“Yesh. I made my own avatarsh.”

I checked the attached illustrations.

“Oh……”

I don’t know much about art, but it looked good.

“CEO Cha, is this good?”

“I’m not an expert either……. But it seems well-done. Kawasaki-san, any other samples? Like a Pixiv account?”

Kawasaki Shigure froze. She shook her head rapidly.

“Uh, no.”

I searched online.

A Pixiv account popped up. Google, amazing!

“Oh, found it.”

“Huh?”

Kawasaki started hiccuping. Her face darkened, like a guilty criminal. Her heartbeat was racing. She probably had NSFW art on there.

Understandable. I shrugged and explored the suspected Pixiv account.

And.

I became speechless.

“……Uh, um.”

“…….”

“K-Kawasaki Shigure-san. Just in case……”

I dropped my phone on the table.

“This… It’s not me and Miley, is it?”

Kawasaki Shigure fainted.