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

Movgun was, at the very least, well-liked and aligned with Parallel, so he could be trusted.

Once Parallel vouched for him, a few days later he got summoned to Pazijik headquarters.

“...It’s been a while.”

Normally, when the platform Pazijik contacted you, and it was good news, they’d say something like,

“We have something exciting to share! Come collect your award!”

But this time, the only message he got was:

“There’s something important to discuss. Keep it secret from others and come alone.”

So even Movgun couldn’t help but get a little nervous.

He had more international fans, so as a partner he’d been granted permission to simulcast on both Pazijik and YouTube.

But still, he wasn’t completely immune to platform politics.

So there he was, waiting for the person who’d come to escort him, holding his temporary visitor badge, pacing awkwardly in front of the gate—

When suddenly, ding, the elevator opened, and out popped a tiny figure.