Language Cheat Reincarnation – Young Girl VTuber Saves the World

"…Ugh"

I regained consciousness to the sound of animals and the pain in my body.

Slowly, I opened my eyes…

"Where… am I?"

All I could see were shades of brown and green.

It was unusually dim and humid.

Through a small gap, I could just barely see the sky.

"Right… the plane… I heard an explosion, the wing was gone… Did we crash?"

The soft feeling of the seat against my back confirmed it.

The luxurious walls and ceilings, once reminiscent of a high-class hotel, were gone.

Now, it was more like an open terrace.

…My head felt foggy.

Even just grasping the situation drained a great deal of energy.

"Ugh!?"

A sharp pain shot through my forehead, making me groan.

When I touched it, my fingertips came away wet with red.

"Ah, right… That’s when I blacked out."

Did I hit my head, or did something hit me?

Either way, it’s no wonder it hurts.

"Good thing… it looks like the bleeding isn’t too bad. But if Aug and the others see this wound, I’ll be in trouble again."

The head injury was the worst, but my entire body throbbed with a dull pain, likely from bruises.

Honestly, I was in rough shape… or maybe not.

"Actually, it’s a miracle I got off this easy."

Surviving at all felt like a stroke of luck.

Thank goodness… I can still watch VTubers.

"It’s thanks to the Secret Service agents protecting me."

Remembering what I’d seen just before losing consciousness, I tried to sit up…

Something slid off me and fell to the slanted floor, tumbling to the ground with a thud.

A cold sweat ran down my back as a dreadful premonition hit me.

"…What?"

It was one of the Secret Service agents—a woman.

Staggering, I rushed over to her.

"A-Are you okay!? Stay with me!"

"…Ugh… Uhh…"

"Phew."

Thank God. I’d feared the worst, but she was alive.

However, her injuries were far worse than mine.

"She… shielded me…!"

That’s the job of a Secret Service agent.

She had carried out her duty, protecting me from the impact and flying debris.

Because of her, someone like me, fragile and weak, escaped with only minor injuries.

But at this rate…

"Somebody! Anyone! Pilot! Flight attendant!"

I shouted with a hoarse voice, but no response came.

Thinking they might still be on the plane, I turned around and froze.

"No… way."

The cockpit was gone.

In fact, most of the aircraft had been destroyed; only small fragments remained.

"…Cough, cough"

"…Huff, huff"

It was hard not to imagine what might have happened to the once-polite pilots.

Memories came flooding back.

"Ugh…!?"

I vomited onto the ground, my stomach rejecting its contents.

What a waste… That in-flight meal had been delicious.

"Engine failure? A collision? Maybe a missile? Or… a bomb?"

I had no way of knowing what caused this.

"Aug, Mai, Ane, Iryena…"

Their names slipped from my lips without thinking.

For some reason, I felt a little calmer.

"Huff… Huff… Stay calm."

If I gave in to despair now, it’d be over.

There was no point in speculating about the cause right now.

"And I haven’t even seen their bodies… It’s not certain they’re dead."

I was unconscious, so I had no idea what happened after the crash.

The pilots were trained military personnel, after all. So, maybe…

I clung to that faint hope, forcing myself to think positively.

All I could do was what was in front of me—survive and get back home.

"I need to treat her injuries."

The Secret Service agent was bleeding heavily, especially from her leg.

But I had no tools to stop the bleeding.

I recalled the advice of a medical VTuber, step by step.

It’s always VTubers who come to my rescue.

"It’ll be fine. Stay calm, and I can do this… probably."

My hands shook under the weight of her life.

But there was no one else here. I had to do it.

"First, elevate the wound above the heart…"

I took off my jacket and pressed it against her wound.

If I kept applying pressure, the bleeding should stop…

"No… I’m not strong enough. What should I… Ah!"

I spotted a branch lying on the ground and grabbed it.

I tied it around her leg, closer to her heart than the wound, and twisted it tight using the branch.

It was a makeshift tourniquet.

This way, even someone as weak as me could manage…

"…Phew."

It seemed to be working.

But this temporary measure wouldn’t last long.

"I need to buy some time somehow."

The agent had told me about the flight route.

If she was right, we were likely in the Amazon rainforest.

"Someone should come to rescue us… They must be looking for us. But when?"

At this rate, I wasn’t sure how long her body would hold out.

Dragging my heavy limbs, I headed toward the wreckage, searching for anything that could help.