The Villainess VTuber Tears People Apart

Winning.

‘Defeating your opponent and achieving victory’—this is the very basic concept of PVP gameplay.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say there isn’t a single person in the world who dislikes winning.

Every time you lose, whether it’s rank points or self-esteem, something gets taken away. Who would want to go through that?

However, the perception of victory differs slightly from person to person.

Let me give you an example.

Suppose five teammates have chosen 2 melee DPS, 2 ranged DPS, and 1 support. In that case, the last person picking a tank would be the optimal way to increase the win rate.

But there are plenty of players who, disliking the role of a tank, still choose a DPS character.

Here’s another example: What’s the best way to increase your win rate in Mahjong?

There are several strategies, but Mahjong requires a certain amount of study.

Though Mahjong is often regarded as a luck-based game, if you don’t know theories like the “5 Block Theory” or “Suji Theory,” you’ll only be relying on chance.

Of course, if you play long enough, you might develop a sense for the game without studying such theories. But skipping the study means you’re effectively banging your head against a wall—playing inefficiently.

This principle applies not just to Mahjong but to other games as well.

Understanding character matchups, mechanics, and even specific tricks is essential. Without study, your win rate in any game is bound to suffer.

That said, not many people actually study for games.

People play games because they don’t want to study, so the idea of studying for a game feels contradictory.

Thus, while the ultimate goal of any game is ‘to win,’ there are those who think, ‘As long as I’m having fun, that’s what matters.’ They don’t want to take games too seriously.

“Not exactly my favorite type,” I muttered.

It’s not just because I take games seriously.

Everyone has their own way of enjoying a game, and I can understand that. But in team-based games, these players can sometimes be frustrating.

In extreme cases, trolls say things like, “Why so serious? It’s just a game,” while actively ruining the experience for others. If everyone on the team agrees, that’s one thing, but otherwise, isn’t that just being a nuisance?

“The rules are simple. If you manage to land even a single valid hit, I’ll acknowledge your victory. You can try as many times as you want.”

Custom Duel Mode.

Standing before Mero, I laid out the terms.

For the record, my HP was set to 1.

I chose the Dark Knight character and removed all armor except for the gauntlets.

This meant that if I failed to dodge or pull off a perfect guard, I would lose.

“Y-You’re serious, Miss?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I win, then… that…”

“Do whatever you want.”

I replied.

A simple handshake might be acceptable, but letting someone touch my chest—even if they’re the same gender—is a big no-no for a noblewoman. It gives off the impression of being loose.

Of course, there was no way I would actually let Mero touch my skin, so this scenario was meaningless.

– “Do whatever you want???”

– “She’s gonna lose her virginity at this rate!!!”

– “Wait, is Miss really offering herself to Mero?”

– “Sora in shambles LOL.”

– “female:netorare”

– “Going from A-grade virgin to not-a-virgin in 1 second LOL.”

“Do whatever I want, huh? Heh… Aurora, you’re done for today…”

Mero, a viewer favorite known for her boisterous antics, let out an unsettling laugh. Though she wasn’t blonde or tanned, her rowdy behavior made the “delinquent” label stick.

Mero chose the Paladin character.

Lifting her greatsword, she charged at me.

“Chest! I’m gonna touch it!! Wooaaahhh!!!”

Was she really a woman? Her aggression was borderline barbaric. This skinship villain had clearly lost her mind.

The chest is a symbol of motherhood.

I once heard that humans, regardless of gender, might have an innate desire to touch chests because of memories from infancy. By that logic, Mero must be suffering from a severe maternal deficiency.

But just because her heart was eager didn’t mean her body could keep up.

Her form was full of openings, so I casually stepped forward and tripped her.

Thud!

Mero fell spectacularly.

“Ugh…”

“Again.”

Leaving her sprawled on the ground, I put some distance between us.

But Mero clearly wasn’t ready to let me go.

She scrambled to her feet as quickly as possible and swung her sword wildly.

“Woaaahhh!!!”

“Do you really need to scream like that?”

I couldn’t help but comment, but she ignored me completely. The sword came right at my face.

It was a reckless swing, based purely on the assumption that I couldn’t respond.

Her obsession with speed had thrown her balance forward, and her stance was terrible.

Clang!

I struck in time, disarming her with ease.

Her grip had been too weak.

“Huh?”

Mero’s eyes widened, as if she hadn’t expected to drop her weapon so easily.

If she had at least tried throwing a punch, it would have worked. My HP was only 1, after all, and landing a single valid hit would’ve secured her victory.

But Mero never seemed to grasp that fact.

I stepped forward and severed Mero’s left hand.

Slash!

Her hand flew into the air before landing with a dull thud on the ground.

Next, I plunged my blade into her right elbow.

“W-Wait…!”

Mero cried out, but I didn’t stop.

Like pruning a tree, I meticulously chopped her apart.

I sliced her shoulder, lopped off her ear, and tore through her stomach.

– “The fate of a harasser LOL.”

– “This is the Sora I stan. +1 like.”

– “The Sora ship remains unsinkable.”

– “Breaking news: A-grade virgin becomes S-grade virgin instead.”

– “Mero getting shredded LOL.”

– “Ah yes… true Korean justice.”

– “Is this a cooking show?”

– “That swordplay is kinda hot LOL.”

I continued to swing my blade without hesitation.

The memory of humans is profoundly subjective.

For instance, even if someone wins four times and loses just once, the intensity of that one defeat can make them play more conservatively.

Conversely, there are those who, having won only six out of twenty matches, still think their playstyle is flawless. It’s because they easily forget their losses.

Especially for Mero, who was the instinctive type.

I decided to engrave this intense experience into her very bones.

Thoroughly.

Oh, so thoroughly.

-Slash!

Mero’s head fell from her neck, and before it could hit the ground, I carefully caught it.

Poor, poor Mero, my dear friend.

She was pitifully reduced to just a head.

I gently closed her eyes and placed her head atop a nearby rock.

“Again.”

Restart the game.

***

Sora had initially joined the tournament to play with Laura, but strangely enough, she found herself spending more time with other teammates.

‘We’re on the same team, but for some reason, it feels like I can never meet her….’

She would always join voice channels with Laura and synchronize their schedules as much as possible.

But that was where it ended.

Once practice began, they often ended up separated.

There were two main reasons for this. First, Laura was assigned to the “Rogue” position.

The Rogue position operates independently. This meant that Sora, as a Support, spent more time coordinating with other team members.

Though, during full-team practice sessions, she did have opportunities to work with Laura.

The second reason was that it wasn’t easy to gather all six members together.

While Laura and Sora were rookie VTubers with relatively flexible schedules, Laura had been busy with an Aseosal promotion—typically streaming solo in the dead of night.

The other four team members, being more experienced, were frequently occupied with their own engagements.

As a result, full-team practice sessions were rare, leaving Laura to spend more time practicing with Mero.

Meanwhile, Sora frequently trained with Rui.

“What kind of games could the Leviathan members play together~?”

One member was absent today. Apparently, they had been invited as a guest on someone else’s birthday stream.

Thus, Sora was receiving guidance from Rui and Barubara when Rui suddenly posed that question.

“Other games?”

“Yeah, any good ones come to mind?”

Rui blinked thoughtfully.

Although the six members of Leviathan had been assembled to win the Fantasy League, they weren’t restricted to playing Labyrinthos exclusively.

In fact, it was encouraged that they explore other games.

From the perspective of “boosting the tournament’s popularity,” playing a variety of games was advantageous.

For example, if all six members only streamed Labyrinthos during the entire league, the audience would predominantly consist of Labyrinthos enthusiasts.

But if they were to, say, play Minecraft together, fans of Minecraft might discover Leviathan members through those streams and eventually tune in to their Fantasy League matches as well.

Perhaps this was why Rui was looking for a game all six members could enjoy together.

“I can’t think of any off the top of my head, but shouldn’t we expand the ‘My Room’ setup first?”

Barubara replied to Rui’s suggestion.

“I’ve been meaning to ask—why a cabin? Where did you even get that preset?”

“A viewer sent it to me to use.”

“So it’s for solo streams? Still, since our team always gathers in ‘My Room,’ wouldn’t it be better if it were bigger?”

“Is that so?”

“Imagine a large living room with a big monitor where we take turns playing video games. Just thinking about it sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

“Wow, that sounds amazing.”

Rui clapped her hands in excitement.

They would use VR gear to play video games in a virtual space. Though it might feel wasteful given how advanced the gear was, the fun atmosphere would make up for it.

‘And I’m confident in interior decorating,’ thought Sora.

Suddenly, she had a realization: among Leviathan members, wasn’t she the least remarkable?

Laura, Rui, Barubara, and even the clumsy Mero all had strong, distinct personalities. Compared to them, Sora felt like she was just “Laura’s tagalong.”

As a Labyrinthos novice, it was hard for her to assert herself, and lately, she worried about being overshadowed.

But if they decided to redecorate ‘My Room,’ this would be her chance to shine. Sora’s Minecraft-honed decorating skills could finally take the spotlight.

“Let’s do it! Let’s redecorate ‘My Room!’”

Sora’s voice brimmed with excitement.

And so, they began to plan.

The current cabin would be expanded to over six times its size.

On the first floor, there would be a shared living room and a feedback room. The second floor would feature private rooms for each member.

‘Private rooms on the second floor…? That sounds familiar.’

An echo of recognition sparked a memory in Sora.

-“Wouldn’t having rooms on the third floor be inconvenient? It’s too far from the first floor.”

-“Oh? Hasn’t the room layout changed?”

-“Huh? You said you didn’t like your room being so far away, didn’t you?”

-“I’ve thought this since we first met—you’re really high-maintenance.”

“Aha!”

Sora recalled her past Minecraft sessions.

Laura… couldn’t decorate at all!

‘That’s right. She didn’t even furnish her own ‘My Room,’ so I ended up doing it for her.’

Even in Minecraft, Laura hadn’t contributed to interior design, leaving Sora to handle it all.

Sigh. It couldn’t be helped. Sora resigned herself to decorating Laura’s room again this time.

‘Seriously, she’s so high-maintenance.’

Sora shrugged her shoulders. But on the bright side, this was her chance to approach Laura.

“I’ll go tell Laura about the ‘My Room’ project!”

No one had asked her to, but Sora rushed off eagerly.

Her steps were light with excitement.

***

One quirky aspect of Labyrinthos was that corpses didn’t disappear by default.

Like in Aseosal, Deadraus prioritized realism. The company’s game development philosophy emphasized “immersive realism” as the core appeal of VR games. While some sensory adjustments were made for comfort, most elements leaned heavily into realism.

When Laura set up the custom room with Mero, she had deliberately enabled the “corpse persistence” feature.

Thus, the duel map where countless killings had occurred was now a field of corpses—a mountain of them.

“…Huh?”

Sora gasped as she entered the custom room using the spectator mode.

Severed arms and legs, along with countless heads, littered the ground. While their appearances varied, they were all the same character: Kaga Mero’s avatars, reduced to chunks of meat.

At the blood-soaked center of it all, another Mero fell in battle.

No, to be precise, she was in the process of dying.

-Slash!

Both her arms were severed, leaving her entirely defenseless.

Laura cradled the powerless Mero in her arms.

“My poor friend, Mero. Once again, you’ve failed to win.”

Laura pressed the tip of her blade against Mero’s collarbone.

“Tell me, how would you like to die?”

“S-Save me….”

“Oh my, I believe I asked how you’d like to ‘die,’ didn’t I? Why are you answering something else?”

Swish.

Laura pulled her sword from Mero’s body, but without mercy, the blade found its way to Mero’s neck again.

“Let’s duel once more. But before you die, do you have any last words?”

Laura asked.

Mero, her face frozen in terror, shouted:

“I’ll… definitely touch your chest… no matter what…!”

“Do your best.”

-Thwack!

Mero’s head separated from her body.

Thud, roll.

Her head rolled across the ground.

Laura picked it up and gazed into the eyes of the severed head.

“Once again, only your head remains. How pitiful.”

With those words, Laura expressed her sympathy for her deceased friend.

…What in the world was going on here?