The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 5: The Process of Getting Broadcast Approval

Naturalization.

The act of acquiring another country's citizenship and becoming one of their people.

No, I’d never actually received a naturalization offer.

I just threw it out there.

If the Chairman reacted — great. If not — oh well.

“You’re saying... you’ve received a naturalization offer?”

Not even a flicker of emotion on his face.

...Wait. Is he bluffing?

“Mr. Song, you currently have no official achievements. There’s no reason any country would make you an offer.”

“When I first returned to Earth, I stood unharmed against countless attacks, nullified everything they threw at me. If it’s a country with decent intelligence, they’d definitely know that much.”

A subtle change in his pulse. A slight shift in his breathing.

But it was enough.

That meant I’d broken his rhythm.

‘From that reaction... don’t tell me there really is a country planning to make an offer?’

“You tricked me.”

The Chairman realized this was a bluff I’d tossed out on purpose.

He chuckled quietly and leaned back in his chair.

“So, Mr. Chairman. Be honest. Is there really a country trying to scout me?”

“There is. In fact, some have been quietly requesting your data behind the scenes.”

“Well, I won’t be accepting any offers. I don’t even speak another language, and my parents are here. Where would I go?”

“...You gave me a heart attack.”

Now that I’d tossed out the carrot — it was time for the stick.

“Still... you never know what might happen.”

“Haah... Mr. Song, you’re really exhausting to deal with.”

He sighed and raised both hands, then looked at me seriously.

“If we’re going to give you special privileges, we’ll need overwhelming results to justify them.”

“Results? Didn’t I just say—”

He shook his head and jabbed a finger upward, gesturing vaguely to “higher-ups.”

“People at the top want tangible proof. No matter how loudly we talk about how powerful you are, if it’s just words, it means nothing. Honestly...”

“Honestly?”

“Even now, there are people complaining about why someone like you — someone who returned under those circumstances — isn’t already working as a Hunter.”

No way those complaints only came to the Chairman.

But I’d never once ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) had to deal with any of it directly.

Which probably meant...

“They’re probably too afraid to approach the son of Hanul Guild’s Master and Vice Master. And they can’t just attack Hanul, either — the guild’s got a lot of goodwill and public support thanks to its past deeds.”

So that’s why he’s being so careful.

But he had the wrong idea.

I wasn’t trying to dodge responsibility.

“Do you remember the conditions I mentioned earlier?”

“Of course. They were extremely reasonable.”

“That’s all I’m saying. Don’t put a leash on me. Don’t try to micromanage me. Just that much.”

Finally, the Chairman seemed to understand something.

I’m not the type to sit back and do nothing while people die or cities fall apart.

I just don’t want to be used like a puppet under the excuse of “duty.”

‘Plus, streaming this stuff would be fun, too.’

“If you’d just said that from the start...”

“Was it really that hard to understand?”

“...”

He’d probably spent too much time in public office.

He seemed to interpret everything like a politician.

Then he turned and stared at Lyla, seated beside me.

“And this young lady is...?”

“I’m going too. If the Hero is going, of course the Saintess has to follow.”

“...You can speak Korean?”

“I learned.”

“But it’s only been a month...”

“I studied really hard.”

“...I see.”

In the end, we hashed out the details right there with the Chairman.

Normally, I’d have to pass an exam and get certified through the Association.

But I skipped all of that and went straight to entering a Gate.

‘Yeah. Direct deals really are the most efficient.’

My first Hunter debut would be at none other than Mount Baekdu.

At the summit — Cheonji — sat a Gate that had officially been marked “unclearable.”

****

“Wait, you’re telling me... you’re going to Mount Baekdu!?”

I told my parents about the conversation with the Chairman.

Mom, as expected, blew up.

Dad stayed silent and listened.

‘It’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.’

“Lyla. You just sat there and watched while Hun had that conversation with the Chairman!?”

“I’m sorry... I was the one who suggested he try streaming, so...”

Lyla never actually said that.

But Mom rubbed her forehead and shut her eyes tight when she heard it.

“Of course. It was my son’s idea.”

“Mrs. Geum, your trust in your son is kind of in the gutter...”

“Silence!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She trusted every word out of Lyla’s mouth like gospel,

yet thought her son was a walking disaster.

A little harsh, don’t you think?

I muttered to myself under my breath, and Mom shot me a death glare.

Dad and I accidentally locked eyes — but clearly, he was used to this.

He quietly closed his eyes and gave a subtle nod.

“Sigh... Absolutely not.”

“Mom, you know this already — when I came back to Earth, I took all those attacks from the Hunters and didn’t get a single scratch, right?”

“I know, I know! But that’s different — it’s on a whole other level. North Korea collapsed because of one monster inside a Gate, you know?”

“...”

“Yes, I get that you’re strong. I know you’re the Hero, okay? But it’s not like I’ve ever seen it with my own eyes, have I?”

Tch...

I couldn’t exactly square up and throw down with my own parents. So what the hell was I supposed to do now?

While I was busy panicking, Dad stepped in with a calm suggestion.

“Honey, if you’re that worried, how about we test him at the training arena?”

‘Dad... you have my eternal respect.’

“Test...?”

“Yeah. I mean, clearly neither of you is backing down. So let’s settle it this way — if you win, he doesn’t go. If Hun wins, he gets to go. How’s that sound?”

In other words, “Let ‘em fight and the winner gets their way.”

Just... phrased politely.

Mom let out a deep sigh.

“Lyla, are you going to tag along for this too?”

“Of course! If the Hero’s going, the Saintess naturally has to follow—”

“Because that’s just common sense, right?”

Mom glared sharply, and Lyla shrank back, eyes darting away.

Worried she’d get caught in the crossfire, I quickly redirected Mom’s attention.

“U-Uh, Mom! Then how about this — we put things on hold for now, and I’ll prove myself once I meet your expectations?”

Mom mulled it over.

Then finally gave a small nod.

“Put on your gear. We’re going to the guild’s arena. Right now.”

****

Even if it was just a sparring match...

Was it really okay to fight my own parents?

Clearly, that was not a concern for Mom. She looked more than ready to go.

‘Am I the one being weird? Maybe parent-child duels are just... normal here?’

Dad was the referee.

The audience: Lyla... and the Association Chairman.

The Chairman had come to see whether I really had the ability to clear the Baekdu Gate.

“You both ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Then... begin!”

The second the word “begin” left his mouth, an enormous surge of mana flared from Mom’s body.

A massive spear of ice materialized and launched at me with brutal speed.

“Hmph...”

— CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I smashed every single incoming spear with my fists.

And from behind that wave of projectiles, Mom appeared, rushing in under cover to strike.

“Son, if you rely only on magic, you’ll never be a real Hunter.”

I know that.

Even Kyle — the continent’s greatest mage — never relied just on magic.

She aimed straight for my throat, fast and precise, but I caught her wrist and used her momentum to toss her to the side.

“So my son’s not just called the Hero in name, huh?”

“C’mon, Mrs. Geum, a son can’t go around punching his own mom.”

“Making jokes in the middle of a fight? You’ve definitely changed.”

Apparently deciding close combat wasn’t working, Mom backed off.

“Phew... Looks like it’s time for this mom to bring out the big guns.”

She tapped her foot against the ground a few times — and suddenly a freezing wind surged outward.

— CRAAASH!!!

A blast of cold erupted outward, spreading ice across the entire area.

My body was frozen solid in seconds.

“S-Stop! Stop!”

Dad and the Chairman both ran toward Mom in a panic.

“Honey—honey, this is a bit much, don’t you think...”

“Hmph. He doesn’t listen to his mother? Then let him chill in there and reflect on it.”

Yeah... Mom’s ice magic was no joke.

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In terms of raw destructive power, she was almost on Kyle’s level.

Though Kyle had better control, versatility, and could use every element.

“Lyla, we’ll go ahead. Bring Hun later, okay?”

“Mrs. Geum, I don’t think the Hero plans on staying in there.”

“Hm? What do you—”

— CRACKKK...

The sound of ice fracturing rang out. Mom turned to look.

Cracks began to spider across the massive ice prison. The entire frozen mass trembled.

“...No way.”

— SHATTER!

“Ugh. Great. My clothes are soaked.”

I brushed off the chunks of ice on my shoulder like they were nothing.

At my casual reaction, not just Mom, but Dad and the Chairman were left speechless.

“Come on, Mrs. Geum. Aren’t you underestimating your son just a bit too much?”