CHAPTER 1: NEW TASK

"Breaking up again with your girlfriend?" Steve asked out, stirring the bowl of curry he had ordered, he didn't had the intention to eat it.

"Yeah, we just... couldn't get along." Rey answered, sending a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth, it taste bland, everything taste bland today, somehow.

"That is twice in a row this month! Some kind of record." Aron scoffed, this lucky ungrateful twat, he is still going to die a virgin.

"Yeah, if I were you, man I would grab onto her till the end of time."

Steve spoke, seriously, he couldn't find anything bad regarding Miyu. Beautiful, kind, gentle, there is no imperfections about that girl.

But to Rey, he is just one of the million streamers he'd need to cooperate with, nothing more, nothing less. He could say that she is almost completely alike compared to the others.

The influencer industry nowadays is like a cloning machine, he is getting quite bored to be honest. He needed something out of the box, something challenging, something to kick start his seemingly tedious carrier life

"Sometimes I wonder, man..." Steve stop his action of repeating stirring for no reason at all as he lifted his spoon up and pointed it at him.

Rey could already guess exactly what he is going to say next.

"Man, are you gay?"

"I hate you"

"Yup"

"Speaking of which, now you are done with her, who's next?" Aron spoke out, pushing the empty plate in front of him towards the middle of the table. While the rest is still sassing each other, Aron had already finished his share.

"I don't know, whoever pays most, I guess." Rey shrugged, placing down his utensils. Somehow, everything seems un-appetizing today, almost disgusting.

Although he had break up with dozens of girls, but it still sucks. Not about the relationship, about the fact that he may or may not really be the gay guy Steve is pointing out.

"Gah, you didn't even take a bite of it!" the Trio walk out of the streets after splitting the bill amongst one another. "I say, I am on diet!" Steven spoke, he indeed is a sleek and skinny man due to his diet, like a mouse.

"You could've give it to me, such a waste." Aron grumbled, he is built for eating. "So, what's next?" "I suggest we shall forage the streets in search for a better girl for Rey?" Steve suggested, stroking his beardless chin.

"Going to the redlight district again?" Aron frowned. The blasting music, the raging party, the disgusting scent of alcohol as demon like beings hit the dance floor, it wasn't much for his taste of liking.

Don't think that Aron, on first glance seems like a mountain is someone that is normally hooking up dirty works in the black district, he is quite a chill and nice guy. Perhaps the word "innocent" describe him best.

"Yeah, why not, we are friends, of course." Steven didn't seem backing up too. While the duo are arguing, Rey got a massage on his phone, he read the content, frowned a bit, but manage to return to the calm face within a split second.

"What do you say, Rey brotha?" Steve turned his head back towards Rey to ask for support, just to see him working on his tab.

"Brother?" Steve asked out again, a little desperate. "I got a job to do." Rey sighed, closing his phone and putting it back to his coat pocket. He isn't disappointed to be honest, but relief, he ain't no simp like Steve.

"Come on!" Steve had no choice but to give up on his plans. "Goodbye." Rey ignored his painful groaning and turned his back to him, leaving.

"He really is a discipline maniac." Steve grumbled beneath his breath. "Yeah, that's one of the factors he got his job." Aron spoke as he checked his watch; yup, it is getting quite late.

"Imma dash too, see you next time." "Yeah." Steve stood there as he stare at his two friends discrete away from him, one taking the bus and one using his foot.

"What is wrong with these two." He mumbled beneath his breath, a little unsatisfied by how their gathering ends. "Fine, guess only I am the one hitting the bars tonight."

"Let me check..."

Rey sat on his bus as he check the messages he got from his company. "A twenty-year-old streamer... IRL streamer, nice." He checked the message sent regarding the information of the influencer he is going to work with.

"Nice looking too, going to be easy this time..." Along the messages is a stack of images of her, as well as her nickname of her social media account.

There is also a hidden code for Rey to meet her personally, but he decided to nevertheless, watch her average performance in the first place.

In the year 2050, all thanks to good old Rona is 2020 for helping to kick booting the streaming industry. Being a streamer is one of the most chosen occupations by nowadays kids and teens.

With too much people on the line for food, it is sure that there will be empty plates for some. Not everyone could get their fair share on this competitive and deadly industry. So, there are also companies who provides helper for them to mould them and make them stand out from the rest.

People call them as producer, Otakus pervertly name them as "P Chan", but in normal language, he is just a stream moderator, except a lot more professional.

But, but, in their own terms, they are call as SA's or, streaming agents. As their name suggests, their job is to assist certain streamers in order for them to reach their goals.

Sounds like a simple, profitable and cultured task, but it is easier to be said than done. As we mentioned, streamers like them are mostly teens.

Problematic teens.

And the whole process feels a lot more is trying to babysit someone out their career.

But for people with heavenly management attitude and strict discipline like Rey, this is literally a job made for him.

He is born for this type of shit.

He is his Streaming Company, SFS (STREAMER FOR STREAMING) Co's best seller, and one of the most demanded SA on the global marketplace. With almost five years of experience in his carrier, Rey had created famous influencers that stood at the tip of this glorious age.

Male or female, shy or sunshine, tall or short, he could turn you into a superstar in no time. As long as you had the time, money and patience to wait behind the rows of line.

"Let's take a look at her face to face..." Rey look at his watch, still some time before the bus arrives at his stop. He pressed a button at the side of its cheek before sitting back and relax while the system kicks in.

It was linked onto the ultrathin contact lens installed on his eyes, which was connected to his neural nerves. With a press of a button, he is able to enter the imaginary world.

Of fans, services, parties and streamers...