Chapter 90

EP.90 The Saint Who Wants to Broadcast

The world was shrouded in pitch-black darkness.

The entire sky and earth were covered in a dark, sticky substance, like muck.

The abyss stretched endlessly to the horizon and beyond.

The only thing that distinguished the world's form from a black canvas was the blood-red moon, which cast a desolate light on the ground.

But that, too, was only for a moment.

Something with a revolting form began to emerge from the darkness.

It was clearly distinguishable even in the thick darkness due to its mucky, writhing nature.

The faces of the church figures, who had been fighting an endless battle by the dim light, immediately turned grim.

If it were only grimness, it would have been fortunate.

The Holy Resistance League's leader, the Sword Saint Yan, who had been a steadfast pillar in this battle, had long since become a cold corpse after fighting the Great Demon to the death.

Some of those once called great heroes had fallen and become enemies of the Resistance League.

Moreover, even if the League's figures were all seasoned, the accumulated fatigue over a long period of time was eroding their morale and overall combat power.

Thus, it seemed they had no way to stop the next wave of advancing demons.

There was none.

The demons, following orders from their leaders, began attacking the half-destroyed Holy Palace.

The darkness engulfed everything on the ground in an instant.

The League's last line of defense, which had held out until then, was easily shattered.

If they were to take over the Holy Palace, the world would finally be completely swallowed by darkness.

Except for those who had entrusted their bodies and beliefs to evil, all of humanity would be oppressed and live a life worse than slaves.

The faces of everyone present, who valued the future of humanity more than their own lives, darkened sharply.

The noble beliefs that had once reached the heavens were trampled to a pitiful degree in the face of impending death.

Even those who had long since surrendered to evil began to be called seers.

The few who knelt in submission, their hearts broken, were not persuaded but were executed.

Now, all that remained for the Resistance League was endless despair.

All that was left for the survivors was to shudder at something more terrifying than death.

...

Just before everyone gave up,

a voice echoed.

"Let there be light."

It was so soft, like a whisper, yet it was heard clearly by everyone present.

As the tender voice, filled with benevolence and purity, looked down upon the world,

a massive beam of light began to rise from the deepest part of the Holy Palace, connecting heaven and earth, tearing through the darkness.

At the source of the light, a woman knelt with her eyes closed, praying.

The form of Gaia, the Earth Mother, who had willingly responded to the will of the faithful, hovered around her.

One of the seven arrangements of the Holy Emperor, which had foreseen this situation, was now revealed through the will of a nun.

In the worst moment, the hope that began to shine brightly defeated evil in an instant.

The flawless and pure holy emblem, which conveyed the will of the deity, adorned the sky and punished all that was wicked.

The endless army of evil, which had been surging forth, disappeared without a trace upon touching the growing beam of light.

The light of judgment, which showed no mercy to those who had embraced evil with broken beliefs, annihilated them without a trace.

When the beam of light finally drove away the last remaining fragment of darkness,

the Earth Mother finally calmed her wrath and descended to the ground.

She gently lifted the chin of the beautiful nun, who was still kneeling and praying, unaware of the outside situation, and looked up at her.

Satisfied with the purity in her blue eyes, she smiled and then disappeared.

...

"Game Over.

You have achieved the greatest merit in this battle by activating the Holy Emperor's arrangement against the invading army of demons.

Your performance truly befits that of a great hero.

The arrangement left by the Holy Emperor has fulfilled its purpose, but possessing it proves that you are a hero superior to all others."

"New Level Unlocked!

Your journey, overcoming countless battlefields and adversities to secure victory, can truly be called a model of a great hero.

The world, which had been watching you, finally recognized you when you collected three hero emblems.

Congratulations. You have successfully promoted. The points accumulated during the promotion review have been added to your rank.

Current Rank: Orange (41 points)"

"MVP Selected!

The 'Saint' player has been chosen as the main character of this game with a total of 9 votes!

The highlight of the 'Saint' player's performance in this game will be recorded and can be viewed on the 'Best Plays' tab of the Rainbow Tales official community site."

...

We won.

It was a thrilling comeback, as a promotion was on the line.

But, somehow, I didn't feel the overwhelming joy I expected.

Why? It was the score I had longed for as a gamer.

My heart was surprisingly calm, not as turbulent as I thought it would be.

Maybe I had become numb from too much stress.

"..."

Stupid? Why do my thoughts drift there again?

If not that, what could be the reason?

I should be happy, but why am I not?

I knew the answer.

But I clicked the screen to confirm.

Click.

"Remaining suspension period: 1 day 23 hours 4 minutes 50 seconds"

Click.

"Remaining suspension period: 1 day 23 hours 4 minutes 45 seconds"

Click.

"Remaining suspension period: 1 day 23 hours 4 minutes 42 seconds"

"..."

No matter how many times I logged in, the suspension message didn't disappear.

That's it. This is why I couldn't be genuinely happy.

Because I couldn't share this glorious moment with my viewers...

"..."

Speak from the heart?

...

...

Because I pulled off a decisive performance in this comeback,

and because I promoted to Orange relatively easily,

I was sure I would have received a lot of praise.

Thinking about the recent chat flow, they would have been hyping up, saying, "Damn, why is our streamer so good?"

Maybe I should have postponed the promotion match,

but then I would have had nothing to do.

With the broadcast, which had become a part of my daily routine, banned, that time would be empty.

I thought about doing that,

but it only takes a few hours, maybe four or five, actually, six or seven hours, and I feel like I'm getting more and more absorbed in it as time goes on. After a few hours, I'm completely exhausted and don't want to do it anymore, and the next day, I find myself indulging in it for hours again.

Thinking about the alt account, the female kid,

but some instinctive signal told me not to go in, so I finished the promotion match with my main character, the Saint.

I used to pass the time by searching for myself online, known as ego surfing, but I stopped a long time ago.

I couldn't help it because, when I searched, all I found were discussions about my chest.

They had cut out the problematic cam shots from my broadcast and posted them,

saying things like, "I want to squeeze and milk the baby momma's dispenser," "I want to bury myself in the baby food container and leave this world," or "I want to suck and knead the soft, chewy, white rice cake-like milk container."

These were crude and base, but they excited people just by being said.

I was so embarrassed that I covered my chest with my arms and stopped searching for myself.

People these days are so perverted...

Anyway, the result was this.

I have nothing to do.

Mr. Ahn,

I want to broadcast...

Just one day in, and boredom was eating away at me like a bug.

I don't even remember how I spent yesterday.

Ah, I remember, I blamed it on my chest and dove into bed.

I scolded my chest so much that my milk containers are still sore, so I won't show my cleavage anymore, right?

No way.

Sigh.

I finished the promotion match, and to take a break, I got up and headed to the fridge.

I thought eating something might improve my mood.

But there was nothing.

Did I already finish all the Dr. Pepper I stocked up?

What about the mint chocolate?

"This too...?"

I must have eaten it all.

Well, even if I had stocked up, the fridge is so small that it wouldn't hold much.

Hmm, standing there, chin in hand, I thought for a while and then slowly took off my clothes.

The tank top and dolphin shorts, which had been deemed too revealing and provocative by the platform, slipped off, revealing my white skin.

What do the moderators find so provocative? They're making me so bored.

What? What's so provocative about this? I see it every day,

every day, and...

"..."

It is kind of provocative...

Embarrassed, I quickly put on my outdoor clothes.

Ah, I need to take off the ribbon in my hair.

I almost went out on the street with a huge bow, looking like a crazy woman.

Of course, the Saint would look great with it, but a bow that big would be too noticeable in a place that's not an amusement park.

I finished getting ready and left the house.

I arrived at the convenience store, where I had become somewhat friendly with the owner, in no time.

The bell rang as I entered the store.

The man at the counter, who had been fiddling with his phone, looked up and said, "Welcome."

He gasped when he saw me.

I thought his reaction wasn't that special.

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