"Boss, I want to quit."

    It sounded like a dramatic declaration of an unavoidable duel, but in reality, it was nothing more than an emotional outburst.

    A slip of the tongue, if anything.

    Quitting now, when I could actually spend time with my boss like a friend?

    It’s not like quitting would give me more time to hang out with her. Why would I do something so self-destructive?

    Besides, the boss had been busy for three years straight.

    A subscriber count of 1.6 million doesn’t just happen on its own—she proved that through sheer effort.

    She had to sift through collaboration requests, sort out sponsorship deals.

    And despite all that, she still made time to interact with her viewers. But now, with the addition of the first-generation Parallel talents, things had gotten even busier.

    So, of course, she didn’t have time to hang out.

    ...Guess I’ll just have to focus more on my alt account.

    I barely managed to swallow my pout before mumbling,

    "Just kidding. I was just curious how you’d react if I said I was quitting."

    *

    After Magia left the office, Momo, the CEO, remained staring blankly at the door for a long moment.

    Then, like a reflex, a famous Knights of Legend broadcast line rang in her head.

    Emergency.

    Extreme emergency.

    "W...What? Quitting? Just like that?"

    Two years as a manager, three years in this company, and she’d done her job perfectly fine. But now, all of a sudden, she was completely shutting down.

    That look of disappointment in her eyes.

    The way her lips had drooped, as if she’d lost all expectation.

    No matter how she looked at it, Magia had the face of someone who no longer saw a reason to stay.

    But as Momo racked her brain, she couldn’t think of anything she’d done wrong.

    Sure, she’d played games with Magia sometimes. But after starting the company, she barely had any time, so scheduling everything in advance had simply become the norm.

    So what she had said earlier wasn’t a rejection—it was a promise that they could play together in two months.

    But of course, Magia didn’t know that.

    She’d never really been friends with Momo before.

    With no other choice, Momo called in the operations team leader Magia was assigned to.

    The thirty-two-year-old team leader, Kang Ji-ho, entered the office with both hands clutching her face like a worried pet owner whose cat had suddenly stopped eating.

    "Boss... About Magia..."

    She sounded like someone whose beloved pet had lost its appetite.

    "Did something happen? She looked completely miserable."

    "I was hoping you could tell me. That’s why I called you in."

    "Wait, if you don’t know, how am I supposed to know?"

    "Well, she is on your team."

    "She might be assigned to operations, but let’s be real—she’s basically your personal assistant. She only works on the tasks you assign her."

    "Hmm. That’s true."

    Momo regretted calling her in.

    Just as she was about to dismiss Kang Ji-ho, the team leader threw out one last sharp remark.

    "Just to check—did you, by any chance, yell at her? Or scold her? Or snap at her?"

    Silence.

    Sensing the mood, Kang Ji-ho quickly adjusted her glasses and practically fled from the office.

    "So it’s not an issue within her department. That means I must have said something wrong earlier."

    All Momo had done was schedule their game like she always did.

    Could that really have been the problem?

    Was today some kind of special day?

    Magia’s birthday?

    No, that was still two months away.

    Momo’s birthday?

    That had passed two months ago.

    "...I really don’t get it."

    While she struggled to figure it out, Kang Ji-ho returned after barely five minutes.

    Knock, knock.

    The boss’s mouth fell open like an idiot, and then—

    "Pfft—AHAHAHAHA!"

    She burst into laughter like a lunatic, then reached out and started ruffling my hair.

    I almost protested—what kind of grown adult does this—but she pressed down so firmly that it actually felt... nice.

    So I shut my mouth.

    So this is what it feels like to be head-patted by your oshi...

    I’d never experienced it before, so I had no idea.

    Once she finally stopped laughing, the boss let out a small sigh.

    "I’ve known you for five years, and I still don’t get you."

    "It’d be weirder if you did. It’s not like you’re living my life for me."

    "Yeah. I seriously don’t get you at all. What am I supposed to do about that?"

    Then, using the brush from Kang Ji-ho’s desk, she started fixing my messy hair.

    ...And it felt good.

    So this is what it’s like to be a cat that likes human touch...

    "...Ah."

    Wait, no—this wasn’t the time to just sit here and enjoy this.

    Now that she was in a good mood, I had to try again.

    I only backed off earlier to gain some momentum.

    "Seriously, can’t we play just one game? If you don’t have time, even just an hour—no, wait, that’s too short, two hours."

    Maybe she saw the desperation in my eyes, because this time, the boss’s tone was completely different.

    Her thick lashes curled ever so slightly, and before I knew it, the corners of my mouth started twitching up.

    "If today’s content goes smoothly, I’ll cut my sleep and play Battle Call with you."

    "For real?"

    "Yeah. Until we get first place."

    "Uh. You might want to take that back."

    "Why? Are you planning to sabotage me again?"

    "How’d you know?"

    "Please, have mercy. I’m gonna die."

    She made it sound like we’d play all night, but I wasn’t expecting that.

    I knew better than anyone how busy she was.

    Just two hours.

    That much, and I’d be satisfied.

    As a fan, that was more than enough.

    "I’ll decide after watching you play."

    "By the way, you seem pretty confident today. Did you prepare well?"

    Feeling good, I decided to show off the Rain impression I’d been practicing all week.

    Even though my voice tone was different from yesterday, the vocal adjustments weren’t actually that difficult.

    As long as I captured that foreign worker energy from her scuffed Korean, paired with her crisp English pronunciation, anyone could become Aoyagi Rain.

    "Wah, Sibal. You guys are really playing like a pot of game. Me? Rain’s fault? Uh-huh. Your pace~."

    The boss and the team leader just sat there in stunned silence.

    I thought I’d done a decent job.

    Guess it wasn’t as impressive as I’d hoped.

    Just as I started feeling a bit dejected, the boss blinked and asked,

    "Why the hell have you been hiding this talent all this time?"

    "...I wasn’t hiding it?"

    "You never showed us before."

    "Because you never asked me to?"

    "......."

    For some reason, she turned to Kang Ji-ho and muttered,

    "If she pulls this off today, we might just hit the jackpot."