Novel Full Chapter 55: Saturday Night Lover
Chapter 55: Saturday Night Lover
The top floor of Myth Inc. HQ.
Sitting at his usual corner, John cracked his neck and muttered, “Finally finished.”
After an hour and a half of watching the video on 3x speed to find clippable moments to translate, he uploaded the videos onto John Titor’s channel.
Going along with the theme of him being the director of Project MirAIs, the video titles were in the form of NOV9_KSTREAM1, NOV9_KSTREAM2, etc. He also added captions to English, Chinese, and Japanese.
If he wanted to reach an even wider audience, he would have added more… but that should be enough material for any avid fan translators and clippers to use as well.
The most important part was that all of the songs Hana sang were there, as well as the emotional breakdown from when Superchats opened.
The videos weren’t live just yet, but it shouldn’t take much longer for them to be available to the public to watch.
Seeing that, John took a quick look around the room.
It seemed like Alphy took John’s words about relaxing to heart as she had on a pair of headphones, playing Animul Crossing on her switch, and lay on the bed nearby. It also seemed that she really enjoyed the panda outfit Rin got her since she had changed back into it.
John smiled.
It was cute. Seeing this relaxed and adorable side of his usually harsh and cold daughter was nice.
As for his other daughter… Betty was deep in work as usual, currently watching all of the channel analytics and metrics while taking down notes. From what he could read, they seemed to be about potential trends and predictions on what would be good for streaming. There was also a window filled with emails, messages to various game developers and music artists asking for permission or licenses to use their creations.
In the middle of typing an email, Beta paused and glanced back at John. “Finished, Father?”
“It’s still processing, but everything should be good to go.” John stood up, scooting out from his chair.
“Then you are free to go as well, Father. Though I caution you to be mindful. After all, you tend to draw trouble.”
John changed his clothes out back to the black suit and pants and nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m just going to go pick up our latest staff member. Shouldn’t be too much trouble.”
After all, that Asako woman seemed honorable enough. And with the people trying to off her in her own family, he doubted that she would refuse taking on a staff position in exchange for some loyal men.
Also, she owed him a debt for saving her life. That should be enough to convince her.
Beta paused and then gave John a sideways glance. “…Is this new hire a woman?”
John paused. “…Perhaps?”
Beta sighed. “Well, I suppose that is inevitable… And better than hiring a male to work with female idols. Better to avoid trouble now rather than risk a scandal later on, even if we are doing virtual idols.”
“…So I’m good?”
Beta went back to her work and shooed John away. “Go pick up the new staff member. Maybe then I can finally play some games like Eldest Sister.”
John smiled and said, “Love you, Betty.”
“You too, Father. Try to avoid causing too much trouble.”
John walked off, sighing. “That’s always the plan…”
He held up his hand and waved, warping out to the red-light districts to go info hunting.
—–AI|IA—–
“…Is he gone, Beta?” Alpha lowered her Switch and took off her headphones.
“Indeed, Eldest Sister. Father has left.”
Alpha got out of the bed and then walked over to Beta’s side. “T-Then… About my idea earlier…”
Beta glanced at the wall monitors and said, “It is doable. Father has already set up the equipment and models for us. However, the premier and debut material has yet to be drafted. More importantly however…” Beta looked to Alpha and said, “Are you certain of this, Eldest Sister? It would indeed be a great help to Father’s business, but…”
“Hmph.” Alpha crossed her arms and said, “Do you think that I can’t do it?”
“Yes.”
Alpha blushed but then quickly covered it up with anger. “W-What’s that supposed to mean?!”
Beta sighed and lowered her hands to her waist. After that, she turned around to stare at Alpha. “Eldest Sister. You are abrasive, violent, and bluntly fragile. Moreover, your social skills are non-existent.”
“Which is why this is the perfect opportunity to practice!” Alpha glanced at where John vanished and said, “I… can’t keep relying on you and Father forever. And I can’t ask him to teach me when he’s so busy…”
Beta blinked and slowly said, “I do not believe that the interconnected web of human knowledge where anonymity provides a shield against responsibility is the proper environment to learn social cues, Eldest Sister. Father would absolutely be against it.”
“B-But you’ll help me convince him, right?”
“…Do you truly wish to be part of this, Eldest Sister?”
Alpha nodded. “I do.”
“And you are not satisfied with simply supporting Rin from behind the scenes?”
Alpha frowned and said, “Am I even doing that much to help? Monitoring the chat is far from difficult.”
There were rarely any outrageous comments that weren’t already filtered out by UTube’s algorithm. And of the ones that did get through, none were particularly malicious. At least not that Alpha could see.
Beta frowned and said, “You will be solicited as well as become the target of lust for a great many mortals. While that has been tampered by Rin’s… Or rather, Hana’s age, you are, as this world says it, ‘legal’.”
Alpha gestured towards her face and said, “Isn’t that true already whenever I go out?”
Beta paused and then nodded her head. “I suppose. You are indeed accustomed to being the center of attention by many, many, many idiotic men who wished to possess you or gain your affection.”
“Right?” Alpha smiled. “But these people aren’t even that extreme. Moreover, a large number seem truly supportive!”
Beta gave her sister a long look and then sighed. “You make a great many valid points, Eldest Sister.”
“Then-“
“But there is one thing that you have forgotten.”
Alpha blinked. “And that is…?”
Beta sighed and said, “There is no mistaking your physical abilities and the ease in which you would learn the dance maneuvers. However… have you learned to sing since the disaster at the Lunar Festival all those years ago?”
Alpha froze. “T-That’s… Um. I can practice? You’ll help me, won’t you, Beta?”
The crimson-haired young woman sighed. “Again, you are just like Father, leaving the most difficult tasks to me. But very well. In that case… We should begin now.”
Beta snapped her fingers, causing the wall monitors to turn on.
“E-Eh?” Alpha blinked. “N-Now?”
Beta stood up and said, “Of course. If you wish to become an ‘idol’, it is essential to sing. Now.” Beta clapped her hands, causing music to play. “Since you insist on taking a similar role to Miss Rin, we will begin with her first musical cover, Launching Fireworks.”
A soft piano intro began playing.
Alpha froze.
Beta narrowed her eyes and said, “What are you standing there for? Head to the streaming area!”
“Y-Yes. But the lyrics-“
Beta snapped her fingers, causing the ones that Rin used to show up on the monitor.
Alpha flinched and then made her way over there. As she did, an elegant female teenager with black twin-tails and crimson eyes, the Anime version of Alpha, stared back from the wall-monitor, apprehension clear on her face.
“We start in three.”
Alpha glanced back. “U-Um, B-B-Beta. Do I really have to s-sing?”
“Two.”
“C-Can’t I just play games like Rin plans to do tomorrow?”
“One.”
“You’re cruel!”
“Go.”
I CaN STILL reCALL the BRILLiant ShOrE we SAW upon that WARM SUmMeR DAY…
Beta sighed. “…We have a lot of work to do.”
—–AI|IA—–
John reemerged in an alleyway, concealing his presence. The moment he arrived though, he noticed some men in suits running around.
“Don’t tell me you lost her!”
“We’ve lost contact with the captains!”
“Idiots! All of you!”
People yelling at each other, civilians ducking away into bars and shops to stay out of trouble.
Seeing that though made John frown. “It’s 2024, right?” For good measure, he pulled out his phone and glanced at the time.
As expected, it really was the future, a few years past when he was transported to the Three Realms.
John’s frown deepened. “…Weren’t the yakuza on their way out?” He tucked his phone back and narrowed his eyes to dredging up those ancient memories from back on Earth. “If I remember right, kids stopped wanting to join the yakuza because the laws were stricter and it just overall stopped being appealing… so what’s different here?”
Could it be that like how virtual streamers weren’t a thing, the anti-yakuza laws and shift in culture never occurred?
No, that couldn’t be true. Officer Kimura had said that there hadn’t been much going on recently that needed an officer on duty… But maybe it was just well hidden these days?
John tucked his hands into his pocket and shook his head. “Whatever. I can think about that later.”
For now, his objective was simple: Grab that Asako woman and convince her to join his company.
Since she was the heiress to the supposedly largest force in Tokyo, she should be good at management, right?
John walked over to place away from cameras and surveillance and then headed out from the alleyway. As he did, someone ran into him. Of course, since John didn’t budge, the one who ran into him was the one who staggered back.
“Oi! The hell?” A young man, probably in his mid-twenties, that looked like a stereotypical grunt. He scowled and then looked at John. “Who the hell- Huh? A gaijin?”
John glanced at him and tilted his head, pretending to not know Japanese.
“Tch.” The young man shook his head and then spoke some rough English. “Leave! Kill! Danger!“
John gave a slow nod and stepped to the side.
The young man stalked off and said, “Dumbass gaijin… If it wasn’t for the bosses scrambling with those ghosts and trying to find Lady Asako I’d have taught him a lesson.”
John blinked.
The ghosts part he could understood, but trying to find Lady Asako…
“Oi.” John walked forward and said, “What was that about Asako?”
“Huh?” The young man spun around. “The hell? You speak Japanese?”
“Doesn’t matter. But is the Seiryuu trying to get rid of their Heiress now?”
The young man froze and then he narrowed his eyes. Reaching into his shirt, he whipped out a knife and said, “The hell are you from? The Torabu? A foreign group trying to step in our turf?”
John sighed.
A few other men had noticed the commotion and were walking over.
At the same time, John felt a power surge. The nearby street cameras and cellphone signals being disrupted.
“Well that explains why there’s no evidence.”
It seemed like the yakuza in this world had gotten with the times rather than stayed stagnant.
But that made it more troublesome.
“Not listening huh?” The thug stepped forward. “Guess I’ll have to teach you…” He lunged and swung his knife. “A lesson!”
John shook his head. “I don’t have the time for this.”
The knife flashed in the light, cutting towards John’s neck. But before it was even halfway there-
“Grk!”
-He moved, jabbing the thug in the diaphragm.
At the same time, John grabbed the knife and flicked it at a man who was trying to sneak attack. The silver knife flashed before tearing through the man’s shoulder, glancing off and then piercing into the leg of another man in the back.
In an instant, the people trying to advance on John froze, taking a step back.
“Mm…” John scanned the group and said, “Normally I’d beat you guys down into the ground… but I really don’t have the time for this. So… how about you all sleep.”
A ripple surged through the air, turning a suggestion into reality.
The men all froze, as if struck by an invisible force. And then they collapsed falling unconscious on the ground, kicking up snow as they did.
But that wasn’t the only thing that happened.
A loud thrum echoed and then the lights all shut off. The power grid in Tokyo… except for the hospitals, shut down.
Screams echoed, exclamations of surprise and shouts from people that they couldn’t see.
But John could.
Ignoring his eyes, he used his spiritual sense and connection with his shadow servants… or rather, the Yakuza replicas to examine the area.
Men were running all over Tokyo, scrambling in the dark with small pockets fighting each other. Probably the Seiryuu against those Torabu he met last time.
Maji and Saji were roaming around Kamurocho, tearing up soaplands and places that were exploiting people, leaving behind a pile of hopefully still breathing bodies behind them.
As for Kiri…
“Of course.” John sighed and then warped over there.
Almost immediately, the sound of gunfire and the faint gleam of knives filled the air.
But that wasn’t all.
“DORYA!”
A faint gray blur, like a ghost dashing through the night. With it, bodies flew through the air and dropped to the floor, groaning in pain.
John had reemerged on the streets just outside of Kamurocho, on the road to Roppongi.
In the dark moonlight, Kiri faced off against a hundred men, knocking them down like bowling pins, batting aside knives, bullets, and other weapons aside like they were nothing.
But more importantly, there was a young woman behind him.
Beautiful, with long black hair and a trained body. However, it seemed like she had been put through the wringer, blood staining her left arm, black and yellow bruises visible beneath her ripped white blouse. Not only that, her already pale skin was starting to turn blue in places from exposure to the cold.
Asako. Except, unlike the aggressive and slightly abrasive young woman from the other night, she looked frail and a few steps away from death.
“Boss!” Kiri glanced back and said, “Take care of her!”
“Like hell we’ll let you get away with her!” Someone shouted out and the black barrel of a gun gleamed in the night.
Kiri’s eyes widened and he moved to intercept.
But John moved faster.
“Kuh? What…?”
A knife stuck out from the man who was about to fire a gun. The same knife that John had used to threaten Yuri before and kept in his Heavenly Realm.
“I really hate these developments… And why on Saturday? I was so looking forward to unwinding… Can’t I catch just one decent break?” John grumbled and picked Asako up, cradling her in his arms. At the same time, he healed the worst of her injuries, replenishing her blood and healing her gashes.
He didn’t heal everything though. That would be far too suspicious and raise way too many questions when she regained consciousness.
“He’s getting away!”
Someone else shouted. Another from the Seiryuu goons.
John sighed and said, “Knock them senseless, Kiri. But get out with Maji and Saji if their big boss, that Seiryuu head or whatever, shows up. It’s not time to settle with him yet.”
“Understood.” Kiri nodded and then turned back to the men, fists raised.
John started walking away. But as he took a step forward, he paused. “Right, I should do that.” He glanced back, his eyes flashing an ominous green and said, “I shatter the karma between us.”
An audible snap. But one without an apparent source.
The Seiryuu men flinched, a few even stumbling onto the floor. “W-What in the…? What was that?”
Daze. Confusion.
John forcibly severed karma with the yakuza members he came into contact with as well as removed traces of himself from their memories.
For good measure, he threw up some more defensive spells to ward off bad luck and ill-karma as well as reverse malicious intent to the one who sent it.
“…That should be enough.”
Satisfied that something ridiculous like the Seiryuu men charging Myth Inc. HQ tomorrow morning wouldn’t occur… and casting a few more to protect Sakura, Rin, Kai, and Tsuki to prevent the same from happening to them, he warped away.
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