The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 1: Finally Going Home

Late at night, the campfire crackled gently, casting flickering flames into the dark.

The calm after a battle.

“Man... it’s finally over.”

The group sitting around the fire looked anything but tidy.

Their clothes were covered in blood, dust, and all kinds of grime.

“Hun, you’re really going to leave?”

“I have to. This place is way too boring.”

“But you lived here for thirty years. Don’t you feel at least a little attached?”

Kyle Everheim.

The man calling my name so casually is none other than the crown prince of the Everheim Empire—and soon to be emperor.

He’s also the most famous mage on the entire continent.

“Pwahaha! Can you believe that face belongs to a man in his 50s?!”

“...Don’t talk about my age.”

Luther Tarbin.

A massive, muscular man—even larger than me.

He united the savage tribes and rules over them as their undisputed leader.

“Hmph. Fifty? That’s basically a kid.”

“Well, in that case, you’re basically a gran—”

“HEY!!! I told you not to call me that!”

Seris Arter.

A high elf, considered the greatest among all elves.

Queen of the Elven Kingdom, called forth by the World Tree to join our journey.

“Hero, where are you going?”

“Home.”

“...”

Lyla Everheim.

A saintess beyond compare—no magic, no alchemy, no healing spell in the world could surpass her.

She was the first to join me, answering the goddess’s prophecy that brought me here.

“...I can finally go home.”

With that, I let out a long sigh, the weight of everything finally over.

“They said we’ll arrive at the Imperial Capital by tomorrow morning. We should get some rest.”

At Kyle’s words, everyone began quietly reminiscing about the past... or thinking about their futures.

Only the soft crackling of the fire filled the silence.

And in that silence... the saintess kept staring intently at one person.

****

Song Hun.

Thanks to his chill parents, he lived comfortably in a nice studio apartment near campus.

Whenever he got hungry, he ordered delivery. He’d spend the whole day in his underwear, lying on the bed watching YouTube Shorts, Reels, streams, reading web novels—living the ultimate 24-hour dream.

Then he got summoned to another world.

Wearing nothing but his underwear.

“...Huh? What the hell is this...?”

It wasn’t a dream.

It was real. Very, painfully real.

He even got arrested for walking around town in just his boxers.

Though he was let off pretty quickly once he explained he’d been mugged—but the language barrier made that a nightmare.

At first, he did anything he could to survive.

Cleaning outhouses.

Foraging herbs to sell.

Hauling carts.

And when that wasn’t enough to make ends meet, he picked up hunting... then killing monsters... and eventually fighting in wars.

"Ten damn years of that shit...!!"

They say people mature with age, in how they talk and act.

But him? He was just a dumbass with a longer shelf life.

Still, maybe his hidden talents finally kicked in—physically, he became pretty amazing.

One day, sick of the endless struggle and the looming threat of death, he wandered into a temple.

He never had any religion, but in that moment, he got why people seek churches or temples when life gets rough.

“Hero...”

“Me? Why would I be a hero?”

“Because I summoned you to be one.”

A radiant light enveloped him.

And then, in front of him, appeared a tall, beautiful woman calling him a hero.

“Please... help this world.”

For someone who’d read thousands of web novels, this was one of those all-too-familiar tropes.

Usually the goddess would toss in some cheat skills, or maybe hand over an overpowered holy sword that cuts through anything.

But nope—not this time.

Instead, the goddess locked him away for fifteen years... just to train.

“So you want me to train until I’m 45?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve taken measures to keep your mind intact, and your body won’t age or fall ill.”

"This crazy bitch... that’s easy for you to say..."

“I can hear you, you know.”

“...Sorry.”

And so, at 45, he was thrown back into society.

If this were a wuxia novel and he was debuting in the martial world at this age, people would think he’d lost his mind.

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"So is this a ‘Late Martial Arts Bloomer’ arc?"

"..."

"I told you not to just assume things."

"Yes, ma’am."

Anyway, when he asked why the goddess didn’t show up for ten years after that, she said it was because his destined companions hadn’t been born yet.

“Then why’d you summon me so early?”

“To give you time to build up strength.”

“...What does that even—”

“They naturally have high mana adaptability here. But Hero, you’re from an entirely different dimension.”

Right.

It’s like trying to convert a diesel car to run on gasoline in a world where only gasoline exists.

Of course it took a ridiculous amount of time.

‘...I’m not sure what that means exactly, but it sounds about right.’

After being tossed back into society, the first person I met was Lyla—before she ever became a Saintess.

She was a young girl raised in a convent with no parents. The moment she saw me, she started following me like she was under a spell.

‘Now that I think about it, wasn’t that weird? A scary-looking guy tries to take a little girl, and no one stopped him?’

Next was Kyle.

I literally stormed the Imperial Palace and dragged him out.

Back then, I was in a rush. I thought the faster I finished everything, the faster I could go home.

Of course, because the goddess gave a direct prophecy, no one dared to call it “kidnapping the Crown Prince” or anything like that.

Once the rumors spread, Luther—the guy who’d united all the barbarians—came to us, saying he wanted to become stronger.

Lastly, Seris joined because her mother, the World Tree, told her to.

‘Are the World Tree and the Goddess... cousins or something?’

Anyway.

Our expedition was formed to defeat the Demon God, and after five long years, we wiped out every last demon, demon lord, and even the Demon God himself.

In the process, I lost an arm, got holes punched through my body, and at one point, Kyle and I were down to a single eye between the two of us. It was ridiculous.

Thanks to Lyla—who basically acted like a walking elixir dispenser—we didn’t die, as long as we were still breathing.

‘Hero... you’re kind of underselling the Saintess here...’

Still, the healing process hurt like hell. Even if it was scientific—cellular regeneration and all that—pain was pain.

But the fact that everything was finally over?

God, that felt good.

****

The next day, a carriage so luxurious it looked like a moving mansion came from the Imperial Capital to pick us up.

That night, the sky over the capital was filled with floating lanterns, and a grand festival was in full swing.

Inside the palace, the massive banquet hall glittered under radiant chandeliers.

Nobles in extravagant clothes raised their glasses in our honor.

“Oh my, is that the Hero?”

“His arms... look at those arms...”

“He seems so dependable, even from the side...”

Nearby, the noblewomen chattered among themselves, showering me with compliments.

Ugh. This damn popularity...

I turned, thinking maybe I could regale them with my adventures and ask for a dance, you know, something elegant.

“Gasp!”

“H-Hero...?”

“I-I’m sorry! I just—!”

But they all panicked and slipped away, eyes darting around nervously.

Come on. Just because I look a little rough around the edges, does that mean you ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) run away the moment you see my face? That’s just rude.

“...Did you see that? That reaction to my face—don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

I turned to Lyla, who was standing next to me, smiling like usual.

“I wouldn’t know.”

“...Right.”

As I was chatting with Lyla, Kyle, Luther, and Seris came over.

I started ranting to them about my woes, but they all just laughed.

“Pwahaha! Where are you gonna find another man as solid and manly as you?”

Luther, who believed muscles were the answer to everything, wasn’t exactly helpful.

“Heh... Hun, your rugged good looks are more than charming. Don’t worry about it. Want me to introduce you to my little sister?”

My eyebrows twitched.

Coming from a classic romance fantasy alpha male, that line just made me instinctively frown.

But I couldn’t just go around marrying someone from this world.

I was heading back to Earth soon. What kind of scumbag marries someone only to abandon them in another dimension?

So I should’ve just said no, clean and simple—

“...Is she hot?”

“She is. And I’m not just saying that as her brother—she’s objectively beautiful. You could entrust her to—no, forget I said anything.”

Kyle suddenly glanced behind me and cut himself off in a panic.

You don’t just dangle something like that and then yank it away. That’s the worst kind of person.

I turned to look behind me, and sure enough, there was Lyla, still smiling like sunshine, and Seris holding a glass of wine.

“...Hey, you really planning to go back?”

“Yeah. My parents are probably worried sick.”

“...W-what about... someone waiting for you there? Like a wife or a lover?”

Everyone perked up at Seris’s question, ears twitching like they were ready for a juicy romance.

Sorry to disappoint, but nope. No one.

“H-hmph... Of course not!”

‘This tsundere-ass elf...’

Just then, the crowd around us split down the middle in a buzz of whispers.

And through the parting came Kyle’s father—the Emperor and the most powerful man in the country.

He reached out, shook my hand, and gently whispered:

“Hero, I’m truly saddened that you’re leaving us...”

“Well... what can I do? This place isn’t my home. And my real family’s waiting for me over there.”

“...Would you perhaps consider marrying my daughter and making this your home from now o—cough, never mind. That came out wrong.”

Kyle’s just like his dad. If you’re gonna make an offer, follow through with it.

“Well, anyway... In honor of the heroes who saved our continent, I propose a toast! Raise your glasses, everyone!”

Nice save...

And so, thanks to the Emperor’s toast, we ended up drinking enough booze in one night to last an entire year.