ElectricLuna

[Warning: R-18 Content] 

"What do you mean I can't hit 1 million subs before the end of this winter? Are you serious?"

"If you're not donating, you're basically freeloading, guys."

"Imagine not being a subscriber… couldn't be me."

"Can we get some Fs in the chat for these noobs who can't keep up?"

Reborn in a land of swords and magic called Oceros, Dilhan, a former streamer from a strange world called Earth, decided to make a living by streaming since that was the only thing he knew how to do.

But this land, Oceros, was a world of a Souls-like action RPG game called "Blighted" that Dilhan had played before he died on Earth after exploding a nerve while stuck on the same boss for an entire day.

Despite all of this he decided to live a normal life as a streamer but what was this? Instead of building a channel and gaining fame, he began attracting crazy followers and insane women seeking his "bodily blessings." People started treating him like a god and treating him like some kind of a messiah, while others labelled him a heretic and attempted to kill him. Did he understand all of this when he decided to hit that "Start Streaming" button?

This is Dilhan's journey to become the first streamer in the land of Oceros, a world plagued by a being known as the Harbinger. Will he become the first streamer in this world, or will he become something more to its people?

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Author's Note:

—This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR), or Yuri(Lesbian).

—This story is a work of fiction and all the character names, locations, ages, and events depicted are purely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real-world events or locations, is entirely coincidental.

—18+ chapters will be marked.

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Streaming in Another World: I Built a Religion

Morgana leaned back in her chair, a stack of parchment half-read on her desk. The faint scent of parchment and ink filled the room as she heard the heavy footsteps approaching. Darius, one of the most senior members of the Arcane Blades, entered without knocking, his usual confidence radiating from his posture.

"Morgana," he said, crossing his arms. "I'll be leaving the academy today for the war council. The Arcane Blades won't be around for a while."

Morgana arched a brow. "War council already? Things must be escalating quickly."

"They are," Darius replied curtly. "In the meantime, I need you to keep an eye on things here. You know how this academy gets when we're away. And..." He hesitated for a moment, a rare sight for the usually composed man. "Try not to put that poor boy, Dilhan, in too much trouble."

Morgana's sharp green eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

Invitation to war council