What Do You Mean I'm The Captain Of A Yandere Mercenary Company?-Chapter 511: They’re Also Content Creators

I let out a deep sigh as I collapsed onto the chair in the staff room.

So I pretty much confirmed that Valiea and Ragbar kept the identity of who was challenging Valiea next week secret. The only thing they revealed was that it would be the toughest opponent that Valiea has faced so far.

I was a little skeptical that making it look so vague would attract anyone but then it seems like precisely because it was vague, people started discussing about it and speculating on who her opponent might be.

The news then literally spread through their word of mouth really quickly and within a day, pretty much half the station had already heard about it.

It's expected that by tomorrow, the news would already spread throughout the galaxy through online forums and videos from online personalities and streamers talking about it.

I actually completely forgot that there's video hosting and streaming sites where online idols and content creators exist.

To be fair, I never really watched those kinds of content back in my original universe either so I didn't really think about it here either.

I did see Amber and the other girls watching them on their personal terminals albeit on extremely rare occasions when they had nothing else to do… Which was already pretty rare by itself since they would almost always come to find me to have sex when they had free time…

Anyway… What I was trying to say is that the event next week was definitely going to be a big one and I severely underestimated the popularity of Valiea.

The couple runs a video streaming account where they upload videos of their work which attracts a lot of attention, something that I should have realised considering Amber showed me that promotional video that introduced this club to me in the first place.

When I went to check out their account, I saw the number twenty two billion followers staring back at me.

I had been completely stunned by that number until I realised that they were considered to be on the lower end of the really popular content creators.

More popular content creators had numbers in the trillions and the really popular ones even looking at quadrillions in followers.

I then realised that the number was not limited to humans as I realised that there were also other alien civilisations that were also using the same GalaNet which also contributed that number.

It was there that I realised the sheer size of the galaxy I was in.

Apparently I had even underestimated the size of this station as there was an estimate of around seventy two million people living on this station alone.

It's an estimate because the people in the lower rings were not documented since they were mostly slum dwellers or criminals and not registered in the station's registry.

And probably as it was designed, the upper rings had the lowest number of people living in them since it's reserved for the rich, the famous and the rich and famous.

Yeah, the wealth disparity here is pretty big even though it's in the Outer Colonies.

I let out another sigh and I felt a hand on my shoulder, prompting me to jerk in surprise.

"Oh my, sorry for startling you," Valiea chuckled, moving her hand away from me. "I suppose that's your Merc instincts huh?" freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Please don't sneak up on me like that…" I whined, leaning back in my chair.

"I was just about to ask why are you sighing like that?"

"Hmm? No reason… Just tired after my shift at that bar."

Shegave me a confused look, "Your shift?"

"Eh? Did Ragbar not tell you? He let me try out a shift at one of the bar counters in the club for practice and to get some people to know me with the mask. Though they still figured out it was me anyway so it didn't really make much of a difference."

"Wait, he let you take a shift at one of the bars?! Why didn't he tell me?!"

Err… Was that something that he should not have done? Did we ruin something?

"Probably because you were busy?"

"Tch… If I had known, I would have gotten some video footage and posted it on our account… That would have gotten us at least another ten million followers easily…"

… So it was all just because you wanted some content huh…

Valiea suddenly gasped before turning to me, "That's right, do you have a GalaStream account?"

Galastream, that's the website of the video hosting and streaming site that Valiea and Ragbar are posting their videos on. And if I'm not wrong, it's the largest one on this side of the galaxy and is being widely used by everyone here.

I shook my head, "I don't. I don't even really watch videos there in the first place anyway."

"Eh? Wait, really? That's such a waste though! I bet if you had your own account and posted videos of yourself making drinks, you could become an internet sensation overnight!"

"Ah… Well… I don't need that kind of fame anyway, since you know… That's not my main line of work."

"Oh right. I keep forgetting you are a Merc, not a bartender…"

"Do I really not look like one or something?"

She crossed all four of her arms in front of her, "Do you expect a Merc to have the same culinary skills you have? I would have believed you if you said you were some galactic level chef that came from the Inner Colonies or something. Not just a Merc."

Fair enough…

"Anyway," She continued, her face changing into a serious one. "How much did my husband say he will pay you? He couldn't have made you work for free, did he?"

I waved my hand, "No, no. He said that I can keep all the payment and the tips that the customers spent at my bar while he would also pay out the same amount as a bonus too."

"Hmm… That sounds reasonable. So how much did you actually earn?"

"I'm not sure. Your husband went to check the last time I saw him."

As though on cue, the door slid open and Ragbar came into the staff room, though I noticed right away that he seemed to be looking a little paler than normal.

He came directly towards us and Valiea was giving him a dissatisfied look, "Why didn't you tell me that Tera was going to work a shift here?"

He jolted slightly, "E… Eh? I didn't?"

"No! If you did I would have called someone to go record a video of it!"

"Ah… I should have done that too… Well, opportunity missed I suppose… But err… I have something else even more serious here…"

He reached into his jacket and I stiffened a little, wondering if he got some kind of threat from someone… Maybe even from those bartender people from that BETA group or whatever it was called.

Unexpectedly, he took out a silver coloured Credit Chip to place it on the table in front of me.

"There's two hundred and eighty thousand Credits in there…"

I blinked at him, "Err… Ok? What's so serious about it?"

Valiea gaped at Ragbar, not hearing my question as she grabbed his arm with her two right hands, "Is this after you already paid the bonus?!"

Ragbar nodded slowly.

Hmm… That means I earned a hundred and forty thousand Credits then? Hmm… That's better than I thought. And with the bonus from Ragbar, it just about pays the same as the jobs Deviminio was making us do to clear out those gangs.

Valiea spun towards me, "Tera! A hundred and forty thousand Credits in a single day!! At a single bar?!! Even if we took the earnings from all the other bar counters on your floor added together, it wouldn't even be half of that amount!!"

Err… Really? Wait…

"I mean… Those other bar counters are just serving alcohol that aren't mixed manually right? They either serve the cheaper beers or drinks made from those automatic mixers or whatever they are called."

"Hmm… I suppose she does have a point… We don't really have another mixer that can do flairs and alcohol mixing by hand here after all…"

I raised an eyebrow at them, "Why didn't you train anyone else actually?"

Ragbar crossed his arms, "We tried actually. Got a few of the staff to learn under us and… Well…"

Valiea scoffed, "Two ran off saying the training was too hard, three quit and tried to start their own bars as competition, six of them just didn't have the talent to do so, one ended up being a spy from another club trying to steal our techniques, and another two ended up getting shot and killed by gangs before they finished their training. So in the end, we decided to just do it ourselves."

… What's with your club and your bartenders? If I didn't know better, I would have thought your place was cursed or something…

I'm not going to be cursed… Am I?