Chapter 63: Broadcast Era (1)

Author: Lord of the Realm

The content of the announcement was clear: something important was about to happen.

• Today: Personal livestream hosted by the Apostle.
• During the stream: Earn streaming points just by watching.
• Betting: Bet your points using the betting system.
• Usage: Points can be used to purchase Maze Coins.

That was the gist of the announcement.

Any interested players were encouraged to tune in. 

The stream could be watched through the Rudera system, much like the previous Duel Tournament, and also through external relays for those outside.

The sudden announcement from the Lord of the Realm sent shockwaves through the community.

“A personal stream? What does that even mean?”

“Is it like when they showed videos during the Duel Tournament?”

“Wait, you can use stream points to buy Maze Coins? I’m in. Does this mean I can earn points just by watching?”

“It’s betting time! The GM is giving us free coins!”

└ I am invincible, and the GM is my god!

In this world, the concept of a personal stream had never existed before. In fact, there had never been any kind of streaming at all. 

So, when the announcement came, people across the continent had no idea what to expect.

But they had already witnessed the omnipotent power of the GM countless times. 

They had seen, with their own eyes, how those who seized the opportunity were blessed with unimaginable strength from the GM. 

Thus, upon hearing the announcement, they eagerly logged into Rudera or grabbed their relay devices, waiting for Apostle Rebecca to begin what she called a “stream.”

***

The Maze Tower

In the desolate wasteland, amidst the crumbling bodies of demons, Princess Rebecca stared at the button that had appeared before her, taking a deep breath.

• Start the stream?
• Yes
• No

“If I just press this…”

The guide, a messenger of the GM, had told her that by pressing this button, she would broadcast her pilgrimage to the entire continent. 

Much like how the GM had shown everyone the glorious battles during the Duel Tournament, the GM would now reveal her journey.

Rebecca felt her nerves tighten.

She had experienced countless miracles during the Duel Tournament. 

She cared little for how others perceived her. 

But this was the first task the GM had entrusted her with since she became an Apostle. 

This was her chance to showcase the GM’s glory in front of everyone.

She could not afford to make a mistake.

“I am the servant of the GM, and the GM is my companion.”

She must not disappoint.

Click.

With a swallowed breath, Rebecca’s finger pressed the “Yes” button.

Ding.

• The stream has started.

“Is it… is it on?”

Though something seemed to have happened, she couldn’t quite perceive any changes.

“……”

“They said the message from the GM has started, so it must have begun.”

This system was born from the GM’s divine power. There was no way it could be flawed.

As her faith in the GM surged, holy power gathered in her hands, forming a brilliant golden spear.

With a swift leap, Rebecca launched herself into the air.

Shrieks filled the air as grotesque demons, much like those that had attacked when she first entered this world, swarmed toward her.

“Only the Lord is worthy of all glory.”

A radiant burst of holy power exploded from Rebecca, incinerating the demons around her.

“Nothing shall stand in the path of one blessed by the Lord.”

***

Meanwhile, Albus

Albus stared blankly at the broadcast screen, astonished.

This wasn’t going according to his expectations. Rebecca was obliterating every demon that stood in her path without a single moment of struggle.

“This is supposed to be a roguelike.”

Typically, roguelike games weren’t designed for players to clear on their first attempt. 

They were about learning through trial and error, improving through accumulated rewards, and growing with each failure.

But Rebecca was tearing through hordes of demons as if they were nothing.

“The Maze Tower’s difficulty is tailored to the player’s abilities, scaling based on their potential.”

But Rebecca’s strength was far beyond the norm. 

As a result, the roguelike world built for her was of the highest possible difficulty. 

The environment resembled the barren wastelands of Mars, filled with endless hordes of demons.

For any other player, the first encounter with a demon would have resulted in an immediate and fatal expulsion back to the starting point. 

But every demon that came into Rebecca’s sight melted away.

LV 342 Tyrant

LV 219 Archvile

These were monsters so powerful that their very presence in the mortal realm would spell disaster, yet they were falling like insects before Rebecca.

Her rapid growth in power and faith since the Duel Tournament, combined with the ever-increasing holy strength that grew stronger with each demon slain, created a perfect synergy.

“To the demons, she’s their doom.”

Literal doom.

Albus glanced at the stream’s chat window.

Viewers: 10,261

Even though the stream had just begun, the viewership had already surpassed ten thousand. 

Yet, despite the large number of viewers, the chat remained oddly quiet.

“Maybe it’s because they’re all new to streaming.”

While Albus, having lived through a previous life on modern Earth, was familiar with the culture of personal streaming, the inhabitants of this world had never encountered anything like it. 

So, naturally, they weren’t engaging with the chat.

“Well, there’s only one thing to do.”

When Albus first created Rudera and its interconnected community, he had employed a little trick to encourage engagement.

• Account Creation
• Autonomous Chat Replication

He had used countless dummy accounts to flood the chat with comments, generating the illusion of an active conversation.

• “Oh!”
• “This is amazing!”
• “As expected of the Princess!”
• “Looks like fun!”
• “What level are those demons? Did I see that right?”
• “Is this the 7th floor of the Maze Tower?”

Though the chat responses were somewhat formulaic, they were enough to spark activity.

“Huh? What’s this?”

“Chat…?”

Players who hadn’t even noticed the chat window were now becoming aware of it.

“We can use this?”

“It’s like a community.”

And as they began to understand its function, real player comments started to flood in.

• “Go, Apostle! Fight on!”
• “Show us your strength!”
• “How dare you insult the princess? She is the rightful heir!”
• “The Princess is amazing! Hehe!”

Now, even without the help of dummy accounts, real conversations were erupting in the chat.

The GM was pleased.

“That should do it. Guide, keep an eye on the chat moderation.”

• “Understood, my Lord.”
• “This chat has been deleted.”
• “That person has been silenced.”

As inappropriate comments were swiftly cut off by the guide, Albus watched the broadcast with satisfaction.

In a world severely lacking in entertainment, the people of this land were starving for anything new and engaging that the GM brought to them. 

Even though Rebecca’s stream consisted of nothing more than her burning demons, the viewers were enraptured.

Viewers: 139,344

The number of viewers only continued to rise, showing no sign of slowing down.

Furthermore, the divine power generated from their collective worship of Rebecca’s achievements was a delightful bonus.

“I think it’s time to let more players host their own streams under certain conditions.”

Albus concluded that the test stream had been a success. 

It was now possible to integrate a full streaming system into Rudera.

While Rebecca’s stream alone was generating divine power, the true purpose of creating Rudera had always been to introduce enjoyable content to this world, just like in his past life.

Albus wanted to see other streams as well.

Just as he had enjoyed selecting various types of content in his previous life, he now wanted to watch a variety of streams—streams created by the players themselves.

“I’ll add a donation feature using Maze Coins… and offer in-game buffs to streamers who receive donations. That should work.”

With that thought, Albus began to fine-tune the personal streaming system, drawing on his past life’s experiences.

However, there was still one issue.

“The people of this world have no concept of streaming culture.”

They had no understanding of how to interact with streamers through donations, how to create missions for streamers, or how to participate in the interactive, symbiotic relationship between streamer and viewer that had developed over time in his previous life.

“Am I going to have to start this with dummies again?”

But this time, it wasn’t just chat. He couldn’t possibly generate all the content for the streams by himself.

As Albus pondered how to bring the culture of streaming to this world, he was interrupted.

“Dad, what are you doing?”

His daughter, Dua, peeked her head around the corner.

“Dua… that’s it!”

Albus clapped his hands together.

“Wha…?”

Confused, Dua tilted her head as Albus pulled her close.

“Dua, would you like to stream with me?”

“Stream…?”

If it was Dua… she could do it.

***

Maze Tower, 1st Floor, A Suite in the Tower’s Hotel

“Hehe, Deus is fun…”

The greatest deity on the continent pressed their face against the relay device with a goofy grin.