Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 82 - 82 65 Suzukawa Kiyo

82: Chapter 65 Suzukawa Kiyo 82: Chapter 65 Suzukawa Kiyo Nidelaide was charging his implant at the outlet under the dining table when he heard the name Suzukawa Kiyo, and immediately felt a twinge of tension.

The live streaming room of the Suzukawa family is arguably the most complex area of the internet, with extremely passionate fans who go crazy with donations as soon as she starts streaming, earning her the nickname “cash transport vehicle.” Yet, it also harbored a mix of sorts, with fans split into different factions warring against each other, where a slight misstep could ignite a cyber war.

Among her fans, there were many wealthy people, especially the aged energy tycoons and spice tycoons from the Near East Providence District, who were extravagantly generous in their donations.

They were older and thus often referred to as “old men.”

Spices are precious substances unearthed from the deserts of the Near East Region, conducive to eternal life and exorbitantly priced.

“Sending bullet comments in a live stream…” Cui Junyou was somewhat puzzled.

When he was young, virtual idols had not yet become popular, and people tended to be unwavering in their beliefs from their youth, becoming set in their ways in middle age and skeptical of new things, “Is that really useful?”

“What’s a virtual idol?” Farosa asked curiously.

“It’s an industry,” Xu Yang thought for a moment, “basically just moving around in front of a personal terminal, being recorded, but the feedback on the screen isn’t yourself, it’s an animated character that can move, very cute and popular, and then you can just make money sitting in front of the computer every day.”

“Don’t be negative,” Nidelaide said, “you have to perform stunts, or who would donate?”

“So you’re saying, you don’t know what the person actually looks like,” Farosa speculated, “Could be a man, or some kind of freak.”

Asa Katsuragi thought back to an experience from long ago when Nakano Osamu had posed as a pretty girl, and he shuddered.

The online world was truly too terrifying.

“Anything is possible.” Xu Yang explained, “Now, the only company going the route of real human stars is one called Modern Entertainment, but they too are gradually declining.”

Real human idols were becoming less and less popular because being a fan was an exhausting activity and purely a capital competition.

Most people were increasingly poorer and more tired; they preferred spending their limited time watching Suzukawa Kiyo in the virtual world, seeking beauty.

“Let’s do it then, but I have another question, how did you get involved with Black Fire Innovation?” Cui Junyou asked with a hint of unease in his expression, “They’re all genuine killers and maniacs, of course, I’m not saying I’m going to run away.”

“Personal vendetta,” Xu Yang summarized, “Not just with me, but also with Farosa.

Aizu City’s Underground City is like a black box, free from external interference, so they act with impunity.

It’s time to change that.”

He took out his phone and opened the live streaming room, with 25 million viewers in real-time, and the live comments flooding the screen like a torrential river.

Farosa leaned in, saw the URL, and opened it on her own phone.

In the live streaming room of Suzukawa Kiyo, countless messages flitted by, and on the screen, a captivatingly charming girl was amusing herself, emitting coquettish, bone-tingling sounds.

“So…

so beautiful.” Farosa watched Suzukawa Kiyo intently, “But where are her clothes?”

“Yeah,” Nidelaide sighed, “That’s the kind of streaming, she’s a god, mother, love, a Bodhisattva, accompanying us through countless moments of loneliness and despair.”

“The miracle of the internet.” Xu Yang remembered numerous things about her, “Pretty, isn’t she?

The company wanted to launch a similar virtual idol project in the past, modeled after the likes of Suzukawa Kiyo, but it was destroyed by her fans.”

“How did she make her fortune?” Upon seeing Nidelaide lingering in Suzukawa Kiyo’s live streaming room, Cui Junyou had previously thought he was watching adult videos, only to realize it was an idol online, “Why need an idol when you can just get a happiness chip implanted and be happy on your own all day?”

“No, no,” Nidelaide hurriedly said, “That’s without interaction.

Suzukawa Kiyo is different, words can hardly describe her beauty; there’s no one who doesn’t love watching her live stream.”

Watching patiently for a while, Cui Junyou’s expression went from impatient and embarrassed to serious, and finally, his gaze softened.

“What a pure girl.” Cui Junyou remarked sentimentally, “Watching her do that, I don’t feel any filth, only that she has come to this world to liberate us.”

“Pretty much,” Xu Yang said, “The company has a rule, even if someone is identified as being severely addicted to Suzukawa Kiyo, they’re only allowed to watch 3 minutes of her daily in a designated environment, under the supervision of four security personnel.”

He had a special affection for Suzukawa Kiyo, as did everyone else; all could see the special beauty in her image.

Beneath her related information were endless positive comments; any detractors were tracked down by Suzukawa Kiyo’s fans in real life and destroyed.

She was the pioneer of the virtual idol industry, the first to design her virtual image and broadcast it publicly.

Vulgar content had been around before, but it was all real people; using animated figures was new.

Suzukawa Kiyo was incredibly dedicated, never missing a day in 10 years.

Every day’s content was the same: the audience would send her paid messages, and she would construct scenarios according to those messages and perform, fulfilling viewer demands for solo, duo, multiple, and even animal acts.

If there were multiple paid messages at the same time, she would pick the most expensive one to act on, which often led to bidding wars.

The world’s inclinations had all been played out in Suzukawa Kiyo’s live streaming room at least once; her streaming recordings had become the complete reference for human civilization’s inclinations.

Any fetish could find its corresponding playback in her stream; after all, it was a virtual figure, so even clips of insects, dogs, and brains in extreme scenarios were once performed.

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Her livestream’s address quickly spread across the world, and people flocked to it, frantically donating money and leaving messages to see if she could really do anything, just as the legends said, and she would loyally fulfill their needs.

After Suzukawa Kiyo appeared, the global marriage and birth rates plunged once again, as everyone preferred to spend their lives devoted to Suzukawa Kiyo.

As the number of fans increased, Suzukawa Kiyo’s fans also distinctly split into three factions.

The first faction was the Pure Love Faction, who believed the great Suzukawa Kiyo was the goddess of the internet, selflessly and loyally giving back to the online masses.

She never stopped streaming and never ended early, broadcasting over 18 hours a day.

Only when the barrage of donations reached tens of millions begging her to rest would she sleep, always energetic, sunny, and cheerful, never bringing negative energy into her livestream.

Their paid messages were all words of encouragement, continuously praising and cheering for her.

The second faction was the Retro Faction, who used paid special messages to forcefully demand Suzukawa Kiyo to stick to her early philosophies and satisfy the masses, sometimes even ordering her to lick postage stamps.

Whenever their paid messages dominated, it would collectively break the Pure Love Faction.

The third faction were the Freeloaders, who watched without spending money, claiming to be pure Kiyo fans, only sending free messages to keep her company.

These people had an extremely high level of loyalty, most having been with Suzukawa Kiyo for seven to eight years, making it a daily routine to watch her whenever they found the time, setting alarms at night to watch her due to time differences.

In their view, sending paid messages asking Suzukawa Kiyo to work was a form of harm, and praising her did not need to cost money.

They just needed to type messages and battle with those slanderers.

Special messages stayed on screen for a limited time, and sometimes the old men would create a timing gap with their money, leading to a period of no paid messages, or the offered money was too little for her to care for.

During these lulls was the Freeloaders’ blissful time; Suzukawa Kiyo wouldn’t perform but would just quietly sing or play games until the next round of paid battle began.

“Why do I also find her so beautiful?” Farosa wondered, “I’m a woman.”

“Mr.

Suzukawa’s beauty is universally appealing,” Nidelaide said.

“However, I have outgrown those most obsessed years.

I, have matured.”

“Have you ever sent a special message?” Xu Yang was curious about which faction Nidelaide belonged to.

“No,” Nidelaide replied with a hint of resentment, “Every day countless people send special messages, and many corporate people use channels to get them.

You can’t get yours seen without spending at least 5 million, and it usually takes over 10 million for a message to even make a splash.”

Although operating independently, Suzukawa Kiyo also needed to cooperate with Corporate Alliances to avoid annihilation.

Some companies used special messages as a reward to attract customers, but they were relegated to a separate area without actual effects, generally used by fans to show their love.

To this day, Suzukawa Kiyo’s livestream remains the hottest, her channel full of showmanship.

“It’s still because she earns too much, with everyone crazily spending money,” Xu Yang said.

“She built her own livestreaming platform, beyond governance.

Then, with her own money plus the armored cash transport vehicles, she spent a total of 1.5 billion to hire a world-renowned technical team and art designers to create a perfect female image.”

She had a sweet and lovely appearance with a hint of sanctity; some might not find her stunning, but no one thought this image was unappealing.

She was a pinnacle of human civilization’s artwork, worthy of being etched onto disks and sent into the stars.

Ever since Suzukawa Kiyo’s image was created, it has been entered as the first lesson in textbooks of all art schools, a model of modern art design.

Farosa observed closely; on the smartphone screen, Suzukawa Kiyo boasted an impressive figure and a captivating face.

Looking away only momentarily, her image would resurface in one’s mind, impossible to erase.

What ‘virtual host’?

Clearly, a demon that had turned its existence into an illusionary message, implanting itself into the subconscious of the observers.

How did I fall for it!

Unwittingly, they had all been ensnared by Suzukawa Kiyo’s livestream, unable to extricate themselves.

This was not about being a “virtual host”.

Farosa thought darkly.

Provide feedback to followers, gain adoration, expand the base of worship, acquire true faith, then use Divine Power to enhance one’s own attraction, thus creating a continuous cycle.

Behind this virtual image, there must be a being skilled in the art of Ascension.

That tempting image couldn’t possibly be drawn by foolish Humans alone; it must be the result of her own Divine Power being imbued.

“Comparing financial resources with those Energy Tycoons is still difficult,” Xu Yang saw some of the special paid messages, the most expensive one being 75 million just for the pleasure of seeing Suzukawa Kiyo touch herself, “It seems like my plan is about to fall through.”

The messages below that spent 10 million or 3 million, or those sent through corporate privileges, might show up, but Suzukawa Kiyo wouldn’t act on them, and the audience didn’t care either.

If the effect of spending money wasn’t good, then it seemed somewhat wasteful.

“I have a message you can send, she will definitely look at it,” Farosa frowned.

“What is it?” Xu Yang didn’t know Farosa had such a trick up her sleeve.

“Ask her if the Dewdrops taste good, wicked woman.”

The so-called Dewdrops are crystals of faith, long consumption of which can break through the threshold of Ascension.

If Farosa’s speculation was correct, during Suzukawa Kiyo’s long career as a livestreamer, she had collected a large number of Dewdrops.

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