The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 33: The Saint... Getting NTR’ed...?

We headed toward a barbecue place nearby.

Since Pazzic HQ was in a district packed with other companies, there were a ton of good restaurants around.

The problem was...

‘All the other streamers came to the same damn area...!’

It seriously looked like Pazzic had rented out half the restaurants in town, judging by the number of streamers crowding the place.

Naturally, Nudungji, who basically had connections all over Pazzic, went around to every table, saying hi.

Dragging me and Lyla with him, of course.

“Whoa... Hero, I’ve seen you a few times through video donos, but you’re way bigger in person!”

“At first, I thought you were the Saintess’s personal bodyguard!”

“I’ve never eaten in the same place as an S-rank Hunter before!”

Guess it’s part of the job—since they’re all streamers, none of them had any hesitation jumping into conversation.

Lyla, seasoned as a Saintess, handled them with perfect grace and ease.

This was just karma coming back to bite me for always pushing her to deal with public stuff.

“Haha, I get that a lot. I’m pretty big after all...”

After the meet-and-greet circuit, we made it back to our table and finally started eating.

Once some time had passed since first introductions, the chat at the table flowed more naturally.

“Still can’t believe you really came, Hero.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I mean, you’re not just any streamer. You’re an actual S-rank Hunter, aren’t you?”

“Currently still C-rank.”

Others chimed in after Nudungji said that.

Talking to these people felt weirdly relaxing.

Kinda like talking to Lyla?

“Nobody here actually thinks you’re C-rank, Hero.”

“Totally! I saw that clip where you flipped a guy over your shoulder!”

“Hehe... I wish Hero was my boyfriend...”

“Cough! Cough!”

“Lyla, are you okay?”

I handed her some water.

Lyla was always calm and composed when eating—it was the first time I’d seen her cough like that.

Guess the meat was that good.

“Pffft... Ihyeon, you can’t say stuff like that when you’re married!”

Nudungji grinned at Geum Ihyeon as he said that.

Wait, she’s married?

I think I remember hearing something about her getting hitched...

“Just take it as a spicy joke from your married unnie~”

“You’ve got a kid too...”

That part I hadn’t heard before.

Geum Ihyeon patted Lyla on the shoulder and whispered to her.

“Lyla, if you don’t act fast, someone might just steal him~”

“Ngh...!”

“I totally bodyslammed my husband, you know~”

Whatever Ihyeon said made Lyla’s face go bright red.

The whole group started chatting informally with us, casually bonding over drinks.

Once the alcohol started to flow, Nudungji suggested we go live.

Everyone at this table was a cam streamer, so it was fine.

As long as we didn’t catch the other tables on camera, no problem.

[yo yo been waitin’]

[Why’s the Hero here like a bodyguard instead of a streamer lmfaooo]

[look who’s acting all polite again, classic beta energy lol]

[dude looks like he could break necks but pretends to be a kitten wtf]

The chat was spicy right out the gate, with donos flooding in.

From the usernames and message tone, yep—definitely my viewers.

“Uh... sorry about that. My viewers are kinda... a public shame.”

[we’re what now???]

[you embarrassed of us, huh?]

[wow we made your channel from scratch and this is what we get?]

“Hahaha! Your viewers are hilarious. As long as they don’t cross the line, it’s all good~”

“If they do, ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) just ban 'em without mercy.”

[ SaintessFootTowel has charged 100,000 watts! ]

– HEY YOU BASTARDS, THE KINGGODEMPERORS-RANKHUNTERHERO IS RIGHT THERE, POUR HIM SOME FUCKIN’ DRINKS

The place was already loud, and having the donation alert volume turned up was a huge mistake.

The moment that massive dono alert blared out, the whole restaurant froze and turned to look at us.

“Excuse me for a sec, Nudungji.”

I grabbed my phone and leaned right into the camera.

[holy shit he’s filling the whole screen LOL]

[dude’s face looks scary as hell]

click click...

“Hey.”

[SaintessFootTowel: ... ]

“You wanna die? I will literally come to your house.”

The threat was so cold it sent a chill through the mic—other streamers burst out laughing.

Viewer-vs-streamer brawls like this were just another day in streamer WWE.

“Alrighty, looks like everyone’s about done eating. Shall we head back?”

One by one, we got up and started walking back toward Pazzic HQ.

But this time, the crowd outside had exploded.

“Whoa, that’s a ton of people.”

“It’s usually busy at this hour. But I think the turnout’s even bigger ‘cause of you, Hero.”

“?”

“I mean, how often do you get to see an S-rank Hunter?”

Once again, a handshake parade started as we went inside.

[rip his fingerprints lmao]

[funny how all the girls are flocking to the Saintess and all the guys to the Hero]

[yeah bro she’s too pretty, no one dares approach her]

[so what about the Hero?]

[look at that face bro, would you walk up to that without shitting yourself?]

‘...’

Inside, the place was even more packed than it looked from outside.

Pazzic had prepared performances, food, and booze. People were roaming everywhere, enjoying themselves.

“Oh! Over there—it’s the S-rank Hunter Hero and the Saintess!”

From the stage, the host emceeing the party pointed right at me.

All eyes immediately snapped to me and Lyla.

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Please, I’m begging you... don’t put me on the spot in places like this...

“Haha... Nice to meet you.”

“A lot of folks would love to see your artifact, Hero. If it’s not too much trouble, would that be alright?”

The event was currently being streamed live on Pazzic’s official account.

I didn’t have any strong feelings about the request.

But... is it okay for a Hunter to show off an artifact in a place full of normies?

‘Whatever. If it's a problem, someone will step in.’

I fiddled with my earring and quietly summoned my Holy Sword.

With the crowd so thick, I lowered it to the ground carefully.

“Ooooh... so that’s the Hero’s Holy Sword! Even though... it’s not really a sword.”

[LMAOOOO holy “sword”]

[that’s a sword? seriously?]

The MC came down from the stage, clearly excited, and leaned in for a closer look.

“Would it be alright if I touched it?”

I nodded and placed it on the ground.

Told him he could try lifting it if he wanted to.

The MC set down the mic and tried to hoist my Holy Sword.

‘Even Max said it was heavy as hell...’

My artifact isn’t some sacred weapon that only the pure-hearted can lift.

It’s just... stupidly heavy.

The kind of weapon you swing like a club, pure brute-force style.

“Hnnnnnngggh!!! Holy crap... this thing’s seriously heavy!”

Clearly not wanting to miss out on a good bit of content, the MC grabbed the mic again.

“You all saw the prize earlier, right? Whoever manages to lift this will win a brand-new graphics card and a high-end monitor!!!”

People immediately started crowding around.

I climbed back up onto the stage and placed the artifact down again.

“Ah! Hero, could you set it over here instead of there?”

“That desk’ll collapse under it.”

“Gasp... It’s that heavy?”

One by one, fitness streamers, sports streamers, and others took their shot—but no one could lift it.

Eventually, the prize defaulted back to me.

“You’re already rich as hell, Hero. What are you gonna do with that graphics card?”

“Hmm... I’ll probably run a giveaway. Let a lucky subscriber take it.”

“Ooooh!!!”

[CHAD HERO]

[How much does that even go for?]

[Like 400, 500 bucks]

[Dude’s just giving that away like it’s nothing... giga-hero status fr]

Once the light little giveaway segment ended, we headed to a quieter bar nearby.

Besides the people I’d seen earlier, there were a bunch of new faces there, chatting and drinking.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Myohan!”

“Hi there~ I’m Lucia!”

“Oh, yeah, good to meet you...”

We shared drinks, chatted with viewers, and got into some off-the-record conversations.

—molk...

“Lyla?”

Lyla’s face had gone slightly red.

‘Is she drunk?’

Even if she drank, she could just burn the alcohol off with mana.

But it looked like she wanted to enjoy the atmosphere, so she stayed a little tipsy on purpose.

Obviously, the streamers weren’t going to miss the chance to milk some future blackmail footage.

“Ooooh~ what’s going on with you two?”

“Oh my, Lylaaa what’s this now~?”

“Look at Hero’s face! He’s blushing!”

“Ahem... just the alcohol catching up to me.”

‘What the hell is going on with me lately...?’

They kept teasing.

Then Lucia—the sexy-concept streamer—leaned in, acting all casual.

“Mmm... Hero, you’ve really got that strong, reliable look.”

“H-Huh?!”

“You’d make the perfect boyfriend material, no joke.”

To my surprise, chat exploded in support.

She was known for this kind of flirting—always riling viewers up and farming reactions.

Guess she figured this counted as another WWE bit.

[Now’s not the time to be tipsy, Saintess lmao]

[Uhhh? Saintess about to get NTR’d? 😂]

[It’s canon. Hero/Saintess always get NTR’d eventually lol]

[Bro stop quoting that cursed Hitomi-style logic 😭]

—krrrrrk...!

Lyla’s head had been bowed, but now her fist tensed up.

The fork in her hand bent like putty under the pressure.

“Hero is mine... I won’t let anyone else have him...”

Her face was flushed red, pupils fully dilated.

Still dazed and wobbly, she reached out—

—and grabbed me by the collar.

“L-Lyla...?”