Bottom-tier voice actress wants to become a big star on VTuber.

There's nothing he can do; he's not a guy with incredible luck like Uncle Bear. Finding three diamond mines in 40 minutes is already pretty good.

Thinking of Uncle Bei, he suddenly wanted to tease Otogihara Eriyo: "Hey, Gira, did you know? There are actually gods in this server!"

"Huh? Kami?" Jiang Liang was taken aback, and asked hesitantly, "Red bean paste? Does that mean Dorasan?"

Shimizu Toru decisively controlled his character to squat down and shook his head, saying, "No, it's the God of Gems—Belmond Banderas!"

“Be, Belsan?” Jiang Liang clearly couldn’t understand why the other party could be called a god.

The audience doesn't really understand why, even though Uncle Bay has already exhausted the original server, forcing Daenerys Targaryen to create a resource server for him as the Underground King, he has also gained some fame because of the Pandaren's "that guy?"

However, the renowned Belmond Cult has not yet been established, much less developed to the point where members of the cult must pay homage before even drawing cards.

"It is said that as long as you sincerely pray to Belsarn, you will receive his response and the blessing of the God of Gems, and be able to dig up diamonds faster."

"Huh? Real or fake?"

Although Otogihara Eryo was skeptical, he decided to give it a try for the sake of the show's effect.

"Honorable God of Gems, Belmondsson! Please bless me so that I may dig up lots and lots of diamonds next!"

After offering a prayer, Jiang Liang turned to look at Shimizu Toru: "Is this all you need to do?"

"Okay, you'll go first from now on. Remember to dig to both sides every three or four squares."

Qingshui Tou naturally used the fishbone mining method, since digging vertically makes it easy to hit lava, and he didn't have Uncle Bei's luxurious equipment that allowed him to take a bath in lava.

He had only meant to tease Jiang Liang and hadn't really taken it to heart. But less than half a minute later, he heard the other man suddenly scream, "Ah—Yu, Yu Sheng, look! There really is ore!"

Luckily, Shimizu wasn't drinking water, otherwise he would have been so startled by that shout that he would have sprayed it all over his keyboard.

"Hey! Did you really find it?" He quickly moved his character forward to take a look.

In addition to two diamond mines, there were also two ruby ​​mines. Their luck was truly incredible.

The entire live stream room was immediately filled with question marks; the viewers clearly could not accept this scene.

[Wasn't it buried here beforehand?]

[Words become law? Could there truly be a god of gems?]

No way! I can't accept this! Why can't I even dig up a single piece in an hour?!

"Yabai~ It seems that even if Belsan doesn't want to be the God of Gems, I'm afraid everyone won't allow it. He truly is a man born with incredible luck."

After Shimizu Toru dug up all the ore, he was about to continue on his way when a message popped up in the chat window—XiXi, also known as Shiina Yuika, had come online.

He quickly typed, "Good evening, senior. May I ask if you could show us around?"

XiXi immediately replied, "No problem~ Where are you now?"

"They're mining ore underground, and now they're coming up."

After finishing typing, Shimizu Toru turned to Jiang Liang and said, "I was originally planning to dig up another one and make you a diamond pickaxe, but it seems I'll have to switch to a diamond sword. Is that alright?"

"It's fine if I continue to use the iron sword. You can keep those diamonds, Yuzuru, to forge armor."

Since the other party had said so, Shimizu Toru no longer held back and blackmailed the two diamonds.

The two then returned to the ground and successfully reunited with Xixi, who was waiting for them in Rainbow Village. Xixi then went directly into the language channel.

"Ha, hajime mashide, I am Otogihara Eri, good evening Shiina-senpai."

Compared to Jiang Liang, whose voice was trembling with nervousness, Shimizu Toru, speaking through the screen, exuded an air of fearlessness: "I'm Yuzuru Toru. By the way, may I call you Xixi?"

Shiina Yuika initially wanted to refuse, but his voice was so pleasant that she immediately wavered: "Ah! Sure, please feel free to do as you please."

Image: "Shiina Yuika", Location: "Images/1751815985-100444248-113545916.jpg"

By the time he realized what had happened, it was too late to salvage the situation. He quickly muted his microphone and asked the audience, "Yabai!? The newcomer's voice is even more awful than Lily's! What should I do?"

[Please help me ask when he'll release the audio! I definitely want to buy it!]

This is so beautiful, it's like my ears are pregnant!

[A boy? How could a boy possess such a treasure-level, youthful voice?]

[Could it be a newcomer poached from some voice acting agency?]

After patting her chest to calm her racing heart, Xixi turned on the microphone and said, "Can I call you Tou-kun?"

"Ink Dragon~ It's my honor to be so close to you, senior."

Intending to compete with Lily in the sunset, Shimizu Toru's voice suddenly became even more soothing than before, and she even chuckled softly in the middle.

The impact was so great that Xixi and Jiang Liang screamed in unison, and their virtual avatars both tilted their heads and remained motionless.

It's clear that the person was thrown directly off the chair, beyond the range of the phone's camera.

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

Xixi was breathing heavily, but even so, she couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth from turning up wildly, and almost let out an "oh ho ho ho" sound.

Compared to her, Jiang Liang was even worse. Even from a distance, you could clearly hear her silly giggling. She was probably rolling around on the bed right now.

"Oh dear~ it seems I've gone a bit too far, oh dear."

I didn't expect the two to react so strongly. I thought to myself, thank goodness I didn't use my real killer move, otherwise the live stream would have had to be interrupted.

—In order to raise Gachi, or rather, Dream Girl, he specially learned Yang Chaoran's sandy gold voice.

That's a voice that's so erotic it's practically an Olympiad magic weapon, as sweet as syrup, a terrifying presence that can turn even straight men gay.

It seems this truly professional voice will have to be shelved for now, perhaps to be used someday for voice acting in games or animations.

Once the monetization process is approved, it can be used to scam SC, but considering the principle of scarcity, the number of times it can be used cannot be too many.

Forget it, let's focus on today's live stream first. We can talk about that kind of thing after the monetization is officially approved.

Book 1: Chapter 8 A Loss on One Side, a Gain on Another

Along with the JK group house mentioned by Xixi, after Otogihara Eri pressed the clearing switch, the house and its inhabitants were blown up, leaving only a large hole in the ground.

This collaborative live stream, which lasted for nearly two hours, has finally come to an end, with several clips available for editing.

But in preparation for tomorrow's audition, Shimizu Toru had to force herself to go to bed early and not pay attention to the reactions on Twitter.

Nothing was said that night. The next day, a silent tension filled the corridor outside a recording studio in Tokyo.

Shimizu huddled on a plastic chair in the corner of the waiting area, her fingertips unconsciously twirling a photocopy of Sherry's script from Langrisser.

"Tsk, I must be crazy." He cursed under his breath in frustration, crumpling the shameful character design into a ball, then compulsively unfolding and smoothing it out.

That's Yui Horie! She's one of the top three voice actresses, along with Yukari Tamura and Nana Mizuki. She debuted in 1997. How can I compete with someone of her caliber?

Even though she's getting older now, like Rie Kugimiya and Mamiko Noto, she's gradually fading from the public eye.

No longer playing lead roles in popular anime series, and only taking on a few supporting roles each season at most, that's not something a newbie like me can compete with, right?

Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by a slight commotion as a figure walked in from the entrance of the waiting area.

With waist-length hair, exquisite makeup, and a composed demeanor, she is none other than Yui Horie, a veteran voice actress.

An invisible aura instantly seized the entire space, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Shimizu subconsciously lowered her head and hid herself even deeper into the shadows of the corner.

Although he wasn't socially anxious, the thought of competing with such a big shot made his scalp tingle, so he naturally wanted to minimize his presence.

However, that gentle yet penetrating gaze still landed precisely on him, and Horie Yui paused slightly before walking towards him.

"Excuse me," her voice carried a unique warmth that was impossible to ignore, "Toru Shimizu? Is that right?"

Shimizu Toru suddenly looked up, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat: "Y-yes! Horie-senpai! Nice to meet you!"

He hurriedly got up, his movement so large that he knocked over a chair, the loud crash echoing sharply in the quiet corridor, and his cheeks instantly burned.

Yui Horie chuckled softly and waved her hand to indicate that he didn't need to be nervous: "Don't worry about it. I used to work at ARTSVION, and Sakazaki-san asked me to take care of you."

Her gaze fell on the crumpled script he was clutching tightly in his hand, and her smile deepened: "Actually, I didn't really want to compete with you for this role. You're already so old, and you're still playing the part of a spoiled and willful young girl. It always seems like you're trying to act young."

"Ah! No, no, that's not true. Even if you were ten or twenty years later, you would still be able to handle it perfectly!"

"www, does that mean I'll be sixty years old and still have to speak in a strained voice? Please spare me."

Yui Horie, who is 45 years old this year, has begun to intentionally reduce her workload, but there are some invitations that she simply cannot turn down.

"A handsome young man like you is definitely more suited to playing handsome young men roles. Consider this a gift as compensation."

Shimizu Toru blankly took the script from her bag. The paper smelled faintly of ink, and the cover had eye-catching large characters printed on it.

——PEACE MAK Iron! Friendship!

Character: Okita Souji.

“Okita…Souji?” Shimizu Toru uttered the name in disbelief, his heart pounding wildly.

"Yes, it's an animated film, a sequel to the 03 film 'Shinsengumi Imonroku.' Originally, we were going to invite Saiga-san to continue as the voice actor."

The Saiga-san mentioned by Yui Horie is actually Mitsuki Saiga, who is a few years older than her. Although he hasn't played many leading roles, he is a true professional in playing handsome young men.

The other party was clearly unwilling to act young in a high-pitched voice when they were almost fifty, so the opportunity fell to someone else.

"The production team has been looking for a suitable candidate for the role of Souji, and the requirements are very clear - a voice that can simultaneously handle the clear and innocent feeling of a young boy and the murderous aura of a swordsman."

Yui Horie spoke casually, as if discussing the weather: "I think you might be a good fit. They're having an additional audition here this afternoon, it's a rare opportunity, why don't you give it a try?"

"Thank you so much for your guidance, senior! I will work hard!"

"Well then, bye-bye, good luck!"

After Horie Yui left, Shimizu Toru remained frozen in place, the audition script for "Okita Souji" in his hand feeling heavy, like a red-hot branding iron.

This was like being pulled from the edge of a cliff to the clouds. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and quickly flipped through the script.

Several key lines of dialogue were circled in red, and one monologue, filled with intense gore, immediately caught his eye:

"Blood is not bad..."

He closed his eyes and tried to move the muscles in his throat to make his voice sink deeper and deeper, attempting to simulate the cold, icy feeling of a blade being drawn from its sheath.

However, the effect was not satisfactory, always carrying a hint of deliberate stiffness.

Time ticked by, and the number of people in the waiting area dwindled. Finally, a staff member called his name and pointed to the heavy, soundproof door at the end of the corridor, which seemed to lead to a place of judgment.

Pushing open the door, a strong atmosphere from the recording studio hit me.

Three people were sitting behind the mixing console. The middle-aged man in the main seat had neat short hair and sharp eyes like an eagle. He was none other than the general manager, Hiroshi Takeuchi.

The sound supervisor and producer sat next to him, with documents spread out in front of them. The atmosphere was so tense it was almost palpable.

Shimizu Toru could even feel the scrutinizing gaze of Director Takeuchi on him, filled with undisguised suspicion—what right did an unknown newcomer have to challenge Okita Souji?

"Shimizu Toru?" Takeuchi Hiroshi's voice was as cold and hard as his eyes: "The information shows that you only recently joined ARTSVION? Your main experience is playing a minor role in Demon Slayer?"

He picked up a pencil, his fingertips unconsciously tapping on the script, making soft, rhythmic sounds that struck Shimizu Toru's taut nerves with each tap.

"The role of Okita Souji requires more than just vocal skills; it demands a depth of soul and a weight of history. You—"

The doubts came like a cold tide, and Shimizu Tomo didn't even wait for the other party to finish speaking.

He knew that conventional explanations and humble assurances were powerless in the face of such absolute authority and prestige; the opportunity was fleeting and only came once.

He abruptly raised his head, his gaze meeting Director Morita's scrutinizing eyes. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a clear, do-or-die determination:

"Your Excellency, please give me thirty seconds."

The three people behind the mixing console were startled at the same time. Director Takeuchi stopped tapping his pencil and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. The sound director and the producer exchanged a surprised look.

Shimizu Toru stopped looking at them. He took a deep breath, as if to replace all the air in his lungs—and then he closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, all the tension, embarrassment, and humility in them had vanished, replaced by an almost transparent coldness.

He slightly adjusted the position of his voice, as if fine sand was gently rubbing deep in his throat, with a strange metallic texture. He took this opportunity to release all the frustrations he had been experiencing recently!

His voice was extremely low, yet exceptionally clear. Each syllable was like a blade tempered in ice, carrying the unique crispness of youth, yet imbued with the cruelty and indifference of someone who had tasted blood: "The taste of blood?"

The last syllable was drawn out slightly, with a hint of playful murmur, as if the rusty, sweet smell truly lingered around the tip of the nose.

Then, his tone abruptly changed, the playful tone instantly replaced by a chilling, almost pleasurable killing intent. His voice suddenly rose a subtle notch, like a knife tip scraping against a rock: "Not bad!"

As the last syllable faded, the recording studio fell into a deathly silence, the air seemed to freeze, with only the faint echo of that cold sound lingering in the monitor speakers.

"Click."

A very faint, yet incredibly clear, crisp sound.

The pencil that Director Takeuchi had unconsciously gripped tightly snapped in his hand, the lead breaking off instantly.