The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 6: How to Win an Argument by Making Yourself the Pretty One

“So that’s why you were so damn confident, huh?”

“Obviously. Whose son do you think I am?”

My mother narrowed her eyes and began spreading her arms wide.

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And then—

A blizzard swept through the Guild Training Arena.

A storm powerful enough to tear through steel with ease surged forward.

“Mom, are you seriously trying to hurt your own son?”

“Then maybe you should’ve just stayed put and done some quiet soul-searching inside that ice instead of wasting your strength, hmm?”

Mrs. Geum... Who the hell did she take after to be this intense?

Definitely not Grandma. She wasn’t like this.

I tensed my calves and took a step forward.

“Sigh...”

When she lowered her hands, the blizzard faded, and everything went still again.

“They say no parent can win against their child. You letting me win?”

“No. It just didn’t seem to be working, so I figured I’d try something else.”

As she spoke, my mother brought her hands toward her chest.

At that movement, both my father and the Association Chairman flinched.

“Prinsher.”

The moment she said that word, the air turned colder.

Even sharper and more chilling than the ice magic she used before.

Her hair and eyes began to glow a pale, icy sky-blue.

— °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° Crkkk...!

The swirling snow condensed, solidifying into a structure like crystal.

A golem took shape behind her back.

“A spirit? ...No. This is different.”

She flicked her hand again, and enormous ice spears formed, just like before.

Only now, the scale was monstrous—so many, they could easily blanket the entire arena ceiling.

“If you apologize to your mom right now, I might be willing to forgive you.”

“You already know who I take after, right?”

“...You won’t get hurt.”

She pointed her finger straight at me.

And in the next instant, the spears of ice came crashing down from all directions.

Or rather—

They tried to.

— CLAP!

I brought my palms together.

The sound exploded into a shockwave, obliterating every single ice spear into powder.

“H-How...? He shattered the Hanul Guild Master’s attack like it was nothing...”

The Association Chairman’s eyes were wide as he watched our duel.

My dad, meanwhile, looked completely dazed.

“You can do it, Hero!”

Lyla, who’d caught my eye in the middle of all this, raised her fist and cheered.

I fidgeted with my earlobe.

Felt the long, golden earring hanging from it.

And then... I stopped.

“No. I don’t need to use that yet.”

— BOOM!

I closed the distance in a flash.

My mom’s eyes widened, and she instinctively stepped back.

“I need something overwhelming—something that’ll really convince her.”

I clenched my fist and launched it straight toward her face.

The punch stopped right in front of her.

— FWOOOOOSH!!!

A massive burst of wind pressure exploded from my fist.

The golem floating behind her disintegrated instantly.

Her hair whipped in the gust, and the icy glow faded back to its original color.

“Huh...”

I unclenched my hand and gently grabbed her wrist.

“So? Do I finally look trustworthy now?”

“...”

As the duel ended, people started approaching us.

“Wow... Our son really is strong...”

My dad muttered in awe, but still went over to check on Mom.

The Association Chairman looked completely frozen—unsure what to say—and just kept glancing over.

“To think the Master of Hanul Guild would be this outmatched... I can hardly believe it.”

“What can I say? Guess Mom wanted to help her son save face.”

The Chairman looked confused but nodded anyway.

****

On the drive home, Mom didn’t say a word. Clearly sulking.

“Mom, why do you hate the idea of me going so much? I mean... yeah, it’s dangerous, I get that, but still...”

I could feel her eyes through the rearview mirror.

“Because I thought... I might lose you again.”

“...”

“If something happened to you out there again... I’d never forgive myself.”

I couldn’t say anything back.

They’d survived those years after I disappeared, holding out somehow.

And now, after five years of believing their son was dead, I’d come back—only to possibly vanish again?

That’d break them.

“Hun. Just promise me one thing, okay?”

“What is it?”

“If anything goes wrong—don’t look back. Run. And... check in with us regularly.”

I shrugged.

If that’s all it took to reassure them, I could do it a hundred times over.

We got home and immediately got to work setting up gear.

The world had gotten pretty convenient—soon as I placed the order, people showed up and started installing stuff in my room.

In just a few hours, the space transformed into something straight out of a streamer’s vlog studio.

“So, now what?”

“...”

“Lyla, got any good ideas?”

“I’m not sure? I really don’t know much about this. Honestly, don’t you know more about it than I do, Hero?”

I’d watched streams before, sure. But doing one myself? Never even crossed my mind.

Starting it is as simple as clicking a button, but I had no clue how to grow a channel or what kind of content to make.

I’d thought about streaming Gate raids, but regular Gates weren’t all that popular anymore.

Same Gate levels, same clearing strategies—

It just didn’t hit the dopamine-fried brains of modern viewers.

“Should I just rush into a high-level Gate and see what happens?”

“Umm... Didn’t the Association Chairman say you weren’t allowed to do that?”

Lyla had a point.

The Chairman had used his authority to issue me a mid-tier Hunter license.

But he made it very clear: no high-level Gates until I had a proven track record.

You don’t get a high-tier Gate license by rushing into one—you build a record first, then earn access.

“It’d be way easier to just waltz in, wreck stuff, and walk out with a better license...”

“Hero, sometimes I feel like you really underestimate how complicated things are. You do realize someone else has to deal with the consequences, right?”

Isn’t that what taxes are for?

“You don’t even have a job. Or pay taxes.”

“...”

I glanced over at Lyla.

Beautiful, ethereal features. A body that could outshine most models.

Let’s be real—wouldn’t she be more popular than a boring dude like me?

“Hey, Lyla. What if you tried streaming?”

“Huh... me?”

“Yeah. I bet someone as pretty as you would blow up instantly.”

“You think so?”

When I told her she was pretty, her eyes sparkled.

Yep—complimenting a woman’s looks still worked like a charm.

“But what would I even do?”

Couldn’t really have her play games. I’d never even seen her play anything.

And doing a mukbang?

That wouldn’t work either. Lyla didn’t eat in a messy, satisfying way.

She was more... dainty, proper.

“Hmm...”

“Then... maybe I’ll just read a book?”

Who the hell would watch that kind of stream?

Still, we didn’t have any better ideas.

Better to do something than sit around doing nothing.

****

“Ugh... There’s nothing good to watch.”

As always, after clocking out, the man cracked open a beer and lazily browsed the platform.

After getting pushed around by middle-tier guilds all day, streams were his way of unwinding from reality.

“Same crap, different stream... same content, different face...”

He hovered his mouse over one of the usual top-tier streamers he followed—

But then something caught his eye.

[OPAFHero: The Saintess Reads a Book]

“...The hell?”

The username reeked of boomer energy. The stream title sounded like it belonged on some outdated YouTube channel.

“Isn’t this the kind of crap you’d find on Tube, not here?”

There were three main streaming platforms.

And healing-style streams like this—especially those aimed at kids or those looking for chill vibes—were usually Tube-exclusive.

“Weird... never seen a stream like this on Fizzshot.”

Out of curiosity, he clicked.

And instantly froze.

Mystical appearance.

Long, enchanting eyelashes.

A costume straight out of a holy RPG, just like the title said—a Saintess.

But above all...

That massive divine power pouch.

He stared, utterly entranced.

He sent a few chat messages, but she seemed too focused on the book to notice.

Normally, newbie streamers would cling to every single chat message like it was gold.

But not this one.

“Hmm...”

He clicked around idly, and a cute little sound effect buzzed—like electricity crackling.

[ResignationLetterMan charged 1,000 Watts!]

- What kind of stream is this?

Startled by the sudden donation sound, the Saintess’s eyelashes twitched. She looked up in surprise.

“Oh my, I didn’t even know someone was here. Um... I was just reading a book.”

The man was stunned.

Her voice was so soft, so serene, it sounded like it belonged to an angel.

And behind her, he could feel something—a strange, all-embracing aura, like she could wrap the whole world in warmth.

“Holy crap, my ears are melting...”

He immediately booted up his PC and jumped into an online community.

Posted by: ThrowThatResignation

Title: Total nobody, but she’s insane...

Body: (screenshot of her reading) She’s doing this Saintess gimmick or whatever, but her face and voice are insane. And her divine power pouch is just... fk...**

Replies started rolling in:

“Stop with the viral marketing, jeez.”

“It’s just another cosplayer streamer, what’s the big deal lol.”

“Bro... but that divine power pouch? Freakin’ unreal.”

“Why isn’t she reading chat though?”

The man’s post began drawing serious attention.

And one by one, people started joining the stream—

Curious to see who exactly this “Saintess” really was.