The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 44: Lyla… What, What Are You Gonna Do About Her?

While Song Hun was in the middle of streaming from Mt. Fuji with Lyla, the media had already begun pumping out sensational headlines.

[ Conversation with a Monster? Humanity Faces the First ‘Intelligent Monster.’ ]

[ A Talking Monster—A Negotiable Enemy? Global Panic Ensues. ]

The Hunter industry—used to just exterminating things—was suddenly thrown into chaos.

If communication was possible, that meant persuasion was, too.

Meanwhile, foreign outlets began running wild with headlines about a so-called “god.”

[ A being who burned his mother and was sealed by his father... Myth Becomes Reality. ]

[ Does ‘God’ Exist? Academic and Religious Worlds in Shocked Debate ]

[ We Ask Again—Did God Exist All Along, or Has One Appeared Now? ]

ㄴ Amen...

ㄴ Great, now cults are gonna go fucking crazy with this

ㄴ Or maybe it’s just coincidence?

At that moment, two women were watching Song Hun’s stream live.

“...Mother. Did you already know?”

Despite Reina’s question, the woman sitting in front of her calmly sipped her tea.

Then, slowly opening her eyes, she looked at Reina.

“Know what? The being inside that gate? Or what it really is?”

“What cursed Father? What the hell is that thing!?”

The woman gently raised a hand, stopping Reina mid-sentence.

Then, setting down her teacup, she let out a sigh.

“It’s the karma your father—he who carries the thickest bloodline—was destined to face.”

“...Karma?”

“A family that worships a divine child for generations, only to seal him away like a demon... You really think we’d come out of that unscathed?”

Her words shocked Reina to the core.

The balance they’d barely maintained with the help of an artifact was now completely shattered.

“Then giving away the artifact...”

“Yes. The balance is already broken. The artifact means nothing anymore.”

“Mother...! Even so—how could a human possibly stand against a god!?”

“That thing isn’t a god. It’s nothing more than a leftover—pure hatred condensed into form.”

None of the clan’s Hunters could take that thing down.

After all, the family’s power came from that thing.

But asking other Hunters for help would mean exposing the Takamine family’s secrets.

“How could you do something so cruel...!”

“Cruel?”

“Yes!”

“Then do you think it would’ve been better to announce that the clan head is in a coma and go begging for outside help?”

“...!”

If he failed the hunt, it’d just get written off as “an overly ambitious raid.”

“We offered him the artifact and a generous reward in exchange for the hunt. Now tell me—did I do anything wrong?”

All that talk in the news about “myth” and “gods”? Just chatter.

All of it speculation.

As for the family’s dirty laundry being exposed on Song Hun’s stream?

‘At the very least, that man doesn’t seem like the type to go around blabbing that the clan head’s unconscious.’

As the matriarch, she had a decent eye for people.

If Song Hun died, the secret would be buried forever.

If he succeeded, the clan head would awaken.

From her perspective, it was a win-win.

‘But... if he actually succeeds...’

She ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) looked at Reina with an unreadable expression.

Her daughter—beautiful enough to enchant plenty of men.

As for that woman, Lyla, she didn’t worry about her one bit.

‘In the end, men are drawn to the woman who bears the strongest child.’

She’d already conducted a full-spectrum investigation into Lyla.

Strangely, nothing existed about her past.

Not even hidden—there was literally no information.

‘It’s laughable to even compare a woman like that to someone from the Takamine bloodline.’

Her daughter had supposedly given up on seducing Song Hun.

But the mother had no idea about the thoughts stirring inside Reina now.

****

The monster spewed fire and ran its mouth nonstop.

“...What kind of monster talks this much...”

I walked right up to the cocky bastard and threw a punch.

Just strong enough that it wouldn’t die.

—BOOOOM!!

Even after taking the hit, the monster’s eyes still blazed brightly.

Not angry—just... intrigued. That was the only thing in its eyes.

“Before I descend into this world... a little fun wouldn’t hurt.”

The second it said that, the earth started screaming.

Lava erupted from the ground, oxygen combusted mid-air, and the space around us twisted.

“Fun, huh? That’ll change once I knock your ass in.”

We charged, not backing down an inch, our fists tearing through the air.

—BOOOM! BOOOM!!! KRAANG!!!

Flames and flesh collided, sparks flying in all directions.

And the monster?

It was loving every second of it.

It was definitely tougher than the monster we fought on Baekdu Mountain.

After trading blows for a bit, the thing paused, looking at me with an indifferent expression.

“This is enough. Now, die.”

It raised its arm, lava dripping from it—

Then swung.

A wave of flame burst out, devouring everything in its path.

The ground melted.

The entire area turned blood-red.

Everything started to burn.

And yet—I walked out of the fire completely fine.

“...Damn. This thing cost a fortune. Almost melted.”

[Bro looked mad panicked for a second but turns out he was just worried about the drone LMAO]

[LOLOLOL dumbass]

[Good thing the Saintess protected it—cheers 🥂]

No shields.

No spells.

No gear.

Even when the flames kissed my skin,

Even when the lava brushed against my ankles—

Not a single scorch mark.

‘...Well, okay. The shirt got a little toasted.’

“...This is the first time. My flames touched something... and it didn’t burn.”

Maybe it was startled by how unharmed I was—

The flames around it flickered.

“Tch.”

As he swung his arm again, grotesquely shaped fireballs screamed and came flying at us all at once.

I caught each one midair with my bare hands—grabbed and crushed them.

Even as they burst into flames, I never took my eyes off the bastard.

“My mind’s changed. I’ll devour you both and descend into your flesh.”

In that moment, his body bent backward in the shape of a 𝘾.

—KWAHHHH!!!

His body was slammed through the wall and buried deep inside it.

The flames that had been cloaking him all shattered apart.

“...”

Staggered, he slowly pulled himself up.

Wiping molten lava off his mouth like blood, he stared straight at me.

“...What... are you?”

The monster couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

Or more precisely—he couldn’t comprehend us, the ones who had actually damaged him.

“Feels different when you take a hit yourself, huh?”

“A mortal... who can wound a divine body...”

A god?

Don’t give me that shit.

There’s no way a god would be this weak.

‘More like... a leftover born from myth.’

Originally, it probably didn’t even have a physical body.

But too many people believed in it.

Its name gave birth to its form.

Forgotten and erased, only to be reborn through fear.

“There might be real gods on Earth... but you’re definitely not one of them.”

“You insolent bastard...”

He suddenly turned around.

Floating behind him—an eye, utterly disconnected from reality.

He reached into it, slowly.

—SHRRRRRRRK...

Something tore. Not flesh. Not space. Just... something.

And from inside, he drew a massive, burning sword.

“...Great. Phase two, huh?”

“I will imprison your soul within me, so it suffers for all eternity.”

Sword in hand, he approached me.

Expressionless, he slashed upward from below.

—KWAANG...!

A burst of fire exploded in front of me as the blade hit—and I was sent flying.

The fiery blast threw me back hundreds of meters, smashing me through multiple layers of bedrock before I finally stopped.

“Damn... been a while since I got hit that hard.”

I flew so fast, even the drone couldn’t keep up.

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Of course, the second I vanished from the screen, chat exploded.

[Hero, are you dead?]

[Have we ever seen him get tossed like that before?]

[I mean... aside from the Black Angel and the Baekdu fight, there’s no one else...]

Looking around, everything was burning.

And at the edge of that raging hellfire—

The monster turned his gaze toward Lyla.

****

The monster assumed Song Hun was already dead.

He looked at Lyla with a curious glint in his eyes.

“You stand before a god... and feel no fear.”

“...”

The monster grinned with greedy, lecherous eyes.

“You’ll make the perfect vessel to bear the child of a god.”

But right then—

From the epicenter of that crushing heat, through the flames and debris—

Song Hun walked out.

“How are you still alive...?”

Not a single scratch on him.

And the monster’s smile disappeared.

Something instinctual stirred in him.

A sense of wrongness.

‘That killing intent...’

From Song Hun’s body, a monstrous wave of bloodlust began to take shape and expand outward.

The sheer intensity of it made the drone shake—distorting the broadcast with static.

‘Am I seriously... afraid of a mortal?’

The monster rejected the thought and sprayed fire in every direction.

But even through the assault, Song Hun walked straight up to him, unfazed.

Glaring down at the monster, that same killing intent pouring off him—

He spoke.

“Lyla. What the fuck did you say you were gonna do to her?”