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

The main altar of the Church of Inquisition's grand branch in Zigalt was bathed in flickering sun light. Candles lined the intricate carvings on the walls, their flames casting dancing shadows upon the towering statue of the All-Knowing Mother.

The figure, sculpted from pure white marble, loomed over the room, her gaze both serene and unyielding. Below her, the Inquisitors knelt in unbroken silence, their faces hidden by their hooded robes, their hands clasped in prayer.

The Council of Inquisition—an enigmatic group whose faces were never revealed—sat upon elevated thrones behind a screen of latticework, their forms mere shadows. It was said they were envoys of the All-Knowing Mother herself, passing judgment on sinners in her name. Their voices, distorted by the magical veil that shrouded them, reverberated through the vast chamber.

"Inquisitors," one voice announced, its tone cold and hollow, "we have summoned you here today to deliver grave news."

Inquisiton's decision