[Do it]
[Sing]
[Do it]
[Sing]
[Do it]
One-character chants began flooding the chat like a tsunami.
Max had dropped a bomb on his way out—and now chaos was all that remained.
“That was just Max stirring shit on his way out.”
[SaintessFootTowel just donated 10,000 watts!]
– You think an S-Rank would stir shit like that, you little fucker???
[I think I’m about to start worshiping a demon...]
[Screeeeech... Demon Lord, let sign the pact...]
[I’m changing religions starting today.]
“You motherfuckers... If that’s how we’re judging it, then I’m S-Rank too—at least in strength.”
“Hero, language!”
“Ah—sorry...”
[You’re a clown tho]
[For real, he’s just a Twitch jester lol]
[This dude really thinks he’s on MaxHam’s level? 💀]
Goddamn elitist bastards...
Makes my skin crawl how nasty they are.
But I’ve been in the ga for a while now. I’m a seasoned pro strear.
I slid my hand around Lyla’s waist and pulled her close.
Then gently tugged her face into my chest.
“So what exactly are you gonna do about it?”
[KYYYYAAAAAA]
[gonnagoeatmyfuckinglunch gonnagoeatmyfuckinglunch gonnagoeatmyfuckinglunch gonnagoeatmyfuckinglunch gonnagoeatmyfuckinglunch]
[Sir Hero please remove your hand I am politely asking one last ti]
I could practically see the viewers crying blood through the screen.
Of course, this was just WWE between and chat—our usual bit.
“Anyway, see you all at the year-end party tomorrow. Not sure if I’ll stream it, though.”
And with that, I ended the stream.
It was already late, and we needed to get so sleep.
“Lyla?”
“I just... want to stay like this a little longer. It’s been a tiring day.”
Goddamn, Saintess... even when you’re not trying to be seductive, you’re so hard to deal with...
So heavy divine energy started pressing down on my body.
To hold back my honest, involuntary bodily reaction, I had to silently sing the national anthem in my head. All four verses.
****
I got busy early the next morning.
The party didn’t start until the early evening, but we had to prep—fix hair, buy clothes.
Well... Lyla’s clothes, anyway.
“I’ve still got that suit I bought last ti.”
“Hmmm... You should’ve bought sothing new too...”
“Wait, what do people even wear to year-end parties?”
“Not sure... This is my first ti going to a party on Earth.”
Yeah, sa.
I an, I’ve never been to this kind of party before.
Googling “party attire” just gave pages full of tuxedos and dresses.
But it’s not like this is so international banquet—it’s just a casual social mixer.
In the end, I decided to call on the power of collective intelligence.
[ zlGodTierHero : !help ]
[What is this? Already streaming?]
[Why the hell are you live this early lol]
[!help lmfao what are you even asking]
“Nothing crazy—I just wanna know what people usually wear to a year-end party.”
I got answers all over the place.
Hanbok. Suits. Armor. School uniforms. And of course—
‘A bikini? Who the hell—seriously, what’s wrong with you?’
“Hm... I guess a suit’s the safest bet?”
[Yeah lol]
[You gotta wear a suit for real]
[Might as well go all-in—tux, bowtie, the works]
I had no idea if chat was trying to clown or give real advice.
Back when I asked Nudungji for advice, they said “Wear sothing clean but not too flashy.”
What the hell does that even an? Fashion that looks like you didn’t try, but you actually did?
[SaintessFootTowel just donated 30,000 watts!]
– Forget you, what’s the Saintess wearing?
“Oh right. You. I rember you now.”
The curse slipped out before I could stop it.
Lyla frowned and pinched my side—with her mana fully loaded.
“GYAHHH!!”
Why the hell does that hurt?
No warning, no aura, no defense. Nothing.
“Anyway—you’re singing tonight, right?”
No reply from [SaintessFootTowel].
They probably thought I wouldn’t notice in this flood of chat spam.
But do they know how good my reflexes are?
Let’s take this to the Chamber of Truth.
“Answer.”
[SaintessFootTowel : ...]
I hovered the mouse over the permanent ban button.
Then clicked.
If I let go now, the ban’s locked in.
“Five... four... three...”
[SaintessFootTowel : Wait!! Is it legal for a Hunter to threaten a civilian like this??]
“Oh, I’m allowed. You got a problem with that? Be stronger than .”
[SaintessFootTowel : Bro please... spare . I’ll be nice from now on...]
“If you don’t like the venue, I could rent out Gocheok Sky Do with my own money. I’m rich now, you know?”
The chat laughed like it wasn’t their problem.
But there were two people who weren’t laughing.
“You two are next.”
[ThrowThatResignation : ...]
[OverflowingDivinePowerPouch : fuck...]
“Relax—I’m not asking you guys to sing or dance or anything. Just show up next ti I need extras for a stream, got it?”
[Extras???]
[Bro doesn’t even see us as human anymore...]
[“Co when I call, my little tools” (he actually said this) lmfao]
“Ssss... No response again?”
That got them to cave. Both sent in chats saying “Got it.”
Ah... true mutual understanding between strear and viewers.
Still... I was curious.
These guys rush into my stream like they’re racing for the leaderboard—who are they?
‘I know one of them works an office job... but what about the other two?’
Anyway, I followed chat’s “advice” to so degree.
No full suit, but I put on so dark slacks, a clean shirt, and a nice jacket.
Lyla went with skinny jeans, a white sheer knit top, and a brown cardigan.
“Hm... Lyla, won’t you be cold wearing that outside?”
“Why?”
“...Never mind.”
[Bro, seriously, stop eyeballing like that LOL]
[His eyes look mad sleazy rn wtf]
[I swear I’ve seen that exact look in porn vids before]
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[Looks like so bald-ass uncle checking out the married lady next door lmao]
↳ Comnt temporarily removed
People always said my gaze was intense.
Hey, I swear I’m actually a soft-hearted, easily spooked guy underneath all this.
“Anyway, we’re heading out now. Not sure if I’ll stream the year-end party or not.”
[What, is it Schrödinger’s stream?]
[The fuck kinda answer is that LOL]
“I want to stream it, but you never know—so folks might be sensitive about showing their face.”
[SaintessFootTowel just donated 10,000 watts!]
– Don’t worry, I’ll go around every room and tell people you’re streaming. They’ll back the hell off, promise.
“...You still haven’t learned, huh?”
Ti for another trip to the Chamber of Truth.
[SaintessFootTowel : I’m sorry...]
“If ‘sorry’ was enough, we wouldn’t need laws, would we?”
[True tho LOL]
[Only way these people listen is after a beatdown fr]
****
After surviving all that chaos, Lyla and I finally got in a taxi headed to Pazzic HQ.
Normally, I’d drive myself, but I figured I might end up drinking.
Technically, even if I did drink, I could just use mana to burn off the alcohol instantly... but still.
“Kinda early for a party, huh? The sun’s not even down yet.”
“Right?”
When we arrived at Pazzic HQ, the place was already packed.
To my surprise, they had an actual red carpet laid out, like sothing out of a movie awards show.
‘That guy looks like a strear... and those people must be fans?’
Strears were entering through the inner line, while fans stood behind the barriers, taking photos.
“Hey! It’s the Hero!”
“Whoa, it’s the Saintess!!!”
“She’s even prettier in person...”
I was ntally prepared for the awkward silence of nobody recognizing us, so it was a relief to get noticed.
Lyla smiled and waved sweetly at the fans.
“Saintess, I’m your fan!”
“Can I get a photo, please?”
“Unnie, what makeup do you use?”
“You’re seriously so gorgeous!”
...Okay, this is just cruel.
Still, so fans did co up to too.
“Sir, what’s your workout routine?”
“Whoa... are you natural?”
“I honestly thought you were part of so gang or sothing...”
These weren’t starstruck teens—they were buff, reliable-looking guys.
Still, they ca up with genuine admiration, so I appreciated it.
“Hunter Hun! Big fan!”
“Can I get your autograph?”
The unexpected part? So of these fans weren’t just regular people—they were Hunters too.
While I was surrounded, Lyla casually walked up and looped her arm around mine.
“Wow... that looks kind of surreal.”
“Tch... feels like I’ve seen this setup sowhere before...”
“Feels like so villain just stole the girl right in front of .”
Calling a villain? That’s cold, man...
Still, it was kind of nice to see the sa folks who roasted in chat now geeking out in person like total fans.
We made our way into the lobby on the first floor, where the staff were waiting.
They handed out na tags and told us not to lose them.
“Hope you enjoy the event~!”
With their cheerful send-off, we headed into the venue.
The lighting was dim, the speakers were blaring loud pop music.
“Hm...”
“...”
I glanced around. There were drink stations and so basic finger foods.
We parked ourselves at a nearby bar and each grabbed a cocktail.
“Hero! Saintess!”
I turned around when I heard soone calling .
It was Nudungji, walking over with a couple of fellow strears.
My body was already tensing up at the idea of socializing with new people.
“What are you doing over here? You should go say hi to the others.”
“Ah, just feeling a little awkward...”
“Pffff—You’re always so confident, but you get all shy at events like this?”
Nudungji glanced behind them, and the other strears waved.
Apparently, they were folks we’d gone on a Gate hunt with before.
“Nice to et you! I’m Elim!”
“I’m Heeju~!”
“Hello, I’m Geum Ihyeon.”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Uh, no?”
“Perfect! They only have light snacks here... want to head out before sunset and grab a proper al?”
Legendary °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° situation unlocked.
A high-difficulty mission has been issued: Eat dinner with people I’ve never t before.
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