Ch.332327 – Religion

Sometimes, setting up a fictional persona can become a legitimate content format for streamers.

-Today I worship you as always, NoName.

-Please start streaming! Arrest all those thousands of toxic Name-addicts!

-Goddess, are you still doing your stretching exercises diligently?

-NoMe doesn’t grow taller… NaNo is petite…

└ When you say it like this, everyone understands lol

└ Ugh, can’t you do the NoJike properly!

Like other personal streams, Adella’s room also has an atmosphere that discourages mentioning other streamers.

But because NoName rarely streams due to real-life issues, Adella always had to serve as an intermediary and news source.

“NoName” and “NoName” have now become banned words in chat thanks to the moderators.

But as always, viewers found a solution.

The toxic viewers who claim NoName’s streams are superior to others and fanatically worship her: “Name-addicts.”

People began calling NoName “Goddess” inspired by them.

This term spread rapidly as it was intuitive and inoffensive.

Detailed lore was added – like Kariri, Adella, and YuDex being NoName’s 12 apostles, or Safari World animals worshipping NoName as their one true god.

Eventually, someone uploaded a creative post titled “Understanding Namessiahnism” on a community site, creating an unstoppable trend.

Kariri, who was well-versed in internet culture, caught onto this trend faster than anyone.

“In the music video we’re making, what if we add NoName too? Maybe with some modifications?”

“Huh? More modifications? Besides, would NoName even allow it?”

“What if we just add her as a black silhouette at the end of the video?”

“Whoa…! Are you a genius? Let’s add lyrics too! Something like Genesis or the Ten Commandments.”

Daniel enthusiastically added a third verse to the song.

After grinding Seo Ma-ru, who had switched careers to become an animator, Namessiahnism was successfully incorporated into Kariri’s world.

[Adella, Judex | ‘Furrynization Project’ Music Video]

[Safari Dream · 6.47M views · 1 week ago]

A song combining fusion classical and EDM, mind-blowing lyrics that send your consciousness to Andromeda, plus decent illustrations and camera work.

Each element on its own was a masterpiece, but together they created a terrible hybrid.

But that’s why the Furrynization Project became wildly popular among teenagers, where “uniqueness” and “immersion” were trending.

This is when Namessiahnism really started to spread.

#NoName #Namessiahnism

[I’m not religious, but I sincerely want to believe in Namessiahnism.]

Nothing happens if you don’t believe in this religion.

But if you believe in Namessiahnism, you can download a cute NoName photo every day around quitting time.

Why wouldn’t you believe?

-What’s Namessiahnism, you weeb?

>> It’s a religion following Twissy streamer NoName.

>> What the hell is this??

-Compared to the Islamic Quran, it has adorably cute doctrines.

>> How is “don’t look down on me because I’m small” an official doctrine? lmao

>> If you bully your friends, you’ll only eat pineapple pizza in hell! That’s terrible news for Italians!

-So is Adella like a cyber angel?

-Animal ear heaven… I should believe in this, right?

[NoName’s journey is more remarkable than any prophet of Abrahamic religions.]

Jesus merely fasted for 40 days, but she has survived without water or food for over 7 years.

Her mind is far more mature than the average adult and her personality is complete.

She solves the world’s problems effortlessly as if she can see the future.

Her strange combat abilities are also scientifically inexplicable.

And above all, she’s cute.

Could this young Asian girl be the prophet that religious people have been searching for?

-If there were no information media, NoName would probably be treated like a mythological figure hundreds of years later.

-The last line was the key point.

-But NoName herself is actually Buddhist.

>> LMAO

>> Oh my, the prophet believes in a different religion? Is she a rebel?

-(Best) My mother was suffering from an incurable disease but was almost completely cured with a new drug NoName developed. To my devoutly Christian parents, she is almost like a god.

>> New drug? First time hearing about this.

>> Probably talking about Bio-Akashic.

[Poll: Christianity vs Islam vs Namessiahnism]

Which religion is superior?

[1. Christianity: 5.1k (36%)]

[2. Islam: 0.7k (5%)]

[3. Namessiahnism: 8.3k (59%)]

-This poll is very offensive. Please take it down immediately.

>> I’m Christian and not offended at all?

>> Muslims busted lmao

-There’s a religion where you can meet the goddess at fan meetings?

>> Canon King is so lucky!

The fictional religion became a hot topic in various large overseas communities.

Some highly motivated people even organized it into an actual group.

Under the grand goal of achieving world peace centered around NoName, what they actually did was share various images from “Lonely NoName’s Room” and other trivial activities.

But when these memes were exported back to Korea, people found them refreshing.

[What’s with these Namessiahnism people making money using NoName’s name?]

(Medical relief support $50,000 donation.jpg)

But they donated in NoName’s name…

This is really mind-blowing lol

[Comments]

-Wait, Namessiahnism is actually real? lol

-It feels more like a fandom than a religion lol

-I came in thinking they were pocketing the money with smirks on their faces.

└ They seem like good guys so I can’t even report them lol

└ But they could embezzle anytime if they had bad intentions.

-Sign here! NoName is the one true god!

-NoName hasn’t been around for over a month since the fan meeting 😭

└ She made a lot of money. She’ll come back when it runs out.

└ She made 200 billion won, how would that run out!!!

└ I know, it’s just wishful thinking 😭

-NoName… be happy wherever you are!

└ Why are you killing someone who’s living well…

└ You can see her if you go to the Academy

And there was someone watching all these events with disapproval.

* * *

“Let’s hear from each of you. Who started this?”

I interrogated two humans and one cat who was scheduled for human promotion.

“What could you be talking about, haha…”

“Tsk.”

“I’m sorry! It was me!”

Seol Yoon-sul prostrated herself on the floor in a dogeza.

I continued to glare at them with a serious expression.

“I went to the Academy today and found my friends collectively listening to a strange song.”

I don’t want to criticize people’s musical tastes since they vary.

But I couldn’t ignore the voice that appeared faintly for the last 5 seconds in the music video.

[Ha-ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Loser! Loser!]

“That’s my voice, right? What’s going on here? Why is my voice being used like an instrument?”

All three heads sank to the floor simultaneously.

Their blushing faces showed they knew they were in the wrong.

“Did Yoon-sul do this too?”

“No, that was me…”

Daniel shyly raised her hand.

I looked at her in disbelief.

“You? Why…?”

I feel betrayed because Daniel is usually so well-behaved.

“I was going to ask you before… but you seemed so busy, NoName…! So I had no choice but to combine voice samples I had.”

“Why do you have voice samples?”

“…”

“Ma-ru gave them to you, didn’t he?”

So there was one more culprit.

While I’ve been taking a break from streaming recently, Seo Ma-ru has been helping with VTuber work.

“I asked him for them! It’s my fault, so please forgive me, NoName…!”

“Anyway, what I want to say is, I’d appreciate if you’d tell me in advance before releasing things like this. I’m not the type to refuse easily, right? Even if I was busy…”

“I’m sorry. We were too eager. I promise this won’t happen again.”

I patted the girls’ pitiful drooping shoulders and concluded this conversation.

“The real issue is something else. Go tell those Namessiahnism people to stop donating in my name.”

“…!”

“I checked and found that the main donor’s IP is in Korea. You can handle this through communities, right? Please.”

Yoon-sul tilted her head and asked:

“Isn’t it good when people donate in NoName’s name? It’s spreading positive influence… you don’t like it?”

“No, I don’t. It’s not like I donated myself, so it just feels burdensome and I don’t like it.”

The atmosphere grew heavier after my decisive stance.

“It’s just my personal preference, so don’t misunderstand. I believe donations should be anonymous.”

I wouldn’t mind if I turned on my stream and donated the accumulated funds under the broadcasting station’s name, but I didn’t like donating under my personal name to make myself look good.

After making a simple request to Yoon-sul, I returned to my home on the floor below.

I checked if the four premium Moldavite mana stones I bought at the department store were still in the drawer.

Actually, three would probably be enough, but Bo-reum bought one more with her personal funds as a spare.

I didn’t expect the mana stones to be so expensive that even 214.1 billion won would result in a deficit.

Since I can’t stand being in debt, I’ll have to film more advertisements to pay back the 500 million won quickly.

The yellow post-its stuck all over the wallpaper had reached the end of their adhesive life and fluttered down whenever I closed the door.

Since I’d only used this magic in my previous life, I spent days conducting thorough verification.

I casually informed Adella, who would be listening from the virtual reality side, about the schedule.

“Adella. The first operation of the Gunsan Mana Power Plant was scheduled for this Thursday, but we agreed to postpone it to Saturday. We’ll leave early Thursday morning to charge the mana stones first.”

The only person who knows this project inside and out is Professor Cheon.

I really struggled with whether to tell him.

When he asked how I knew such magic, I could only answer “just because.”

Both of us know too well that there’s no such thing as “just because” in this world.

Would he think I was forcibly injected with knowledge by Walpurgis? Maybe.

I didn’t have the courage to watch his increasingly darkening expression, so I glossed over it again.

I gave a much simpler explanation to manager Lee Bo-reum who willingly lent me the funds.

That I would give Adella a real body. That’s it.

The last person was Master Baek Bong-gon, who was recruited to help control the mana stones.

According to Professor Cheon, he’s a person who keeps secrets well.

Well, he did live on a deserted island for decades, so that makes sense.

“We’ll create the magic circles in reverse order. Dragonia Nascientia, Persona Pisces, and then Akashic Record. After starting the charge, they’ll take about 18, 16, and 1 hour respectively. Remember that the spells will be cast starting with Akashic Record as I mentioned before.”

Now it’s time to mention the precautions.

I hesitated a bit.

Is there any need to create fear by mentioning it now?

If not now, when should I say it? On the day? Before we start? Or should they never know?

While I was having this internal conflict, a blue light flickered in the capsule.

It was Adella’s signal to turn on the screen.

I activated the beam projector.

“Adella?”

Adella’s light green pupils were wavering aimlessly.

She bit her lips with a melancholic gaze.

When she blinked, transparent tears flowed down the bridge of her nose.

At first, I thought they were tears of joy.

“S-sob… I’m sorry…”

The words she uttered while moving her lips were utterly sorrowful.

“Huh?”

“I’m… sorry… I donated in your name on my own… I just wanted to thank you so much… hic…”

It took me a moment to understand what she was saying.

“It was you, Adella? You organized Namessiahnism and made the donations?”

“I’m always indebted to you. I wanted to repay you somehow, but I didn’t know you would hate it so much…”

Adella, hiccupping, couldn’t continue speaking and softly sobbed.

“Stay there. I’ll log in right away.”

She’s really just a child inside despite looking like an adult.

* * *

I removed the walls of the private room, then the floor, and finally the roof.

I pushed away the dazzling sun and put the fat moon on a diet, sending it to the other side of the sky.

Adella and I lay on the grass without a mat, admiring the Milky Way embroidered above our heads.

I gently held the tender-hearted Adella’s hand and spoke.

“Adella, I think donations shouldn’t have grand meanings attached to them. Donations made in someone’s name are always subject to moral evaluation by the public.”

“Huh… what do you mean?”

“Simply put, it’s like this. Why did you donate here but not there? With all your money, why did you only donate this much? It’s easy to hear such comments.”

“Just ignore all that.”

“Regardless of whether I ignore it or not, my mindset changes. I start self-censoring even in the act of donating. Am I donating enough? Do these people really need my help right now? Like that.”

In a way, it was one of those unsolvable dilemmas.

You don’t notice when helping one or two people.

But the more people you help, the more resentment you face from others.

I’ve seen more than a few people fall this way in my previous life.

“I don’t want to be a saint. I just want to live as a moderately selfish person like others. I just want to take care of the people around me and not care what happens to others beyond that.”

“But you’re not that kind of person, NoName.”

“That’s why I compromise too. Following my heart each time. Anyway, thank you so much, Adella. I’m sure people will receive help because of this donation. I think your contribution is the greatest there.”

“Sigh… I don’t know why I’m crying over this. I guess becoming physical makes me emotional.”

Adella turned to her side and lay down.

She seems tiny from afar, but her body is much larger than mine right now.

“Why did you decide to organize a religion? Just for fun?”

“I actually had plans for that too, but they’re all unnecessary now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I thought about doing something grand to change the world once I got a body… but I’m going to think about it more.”

“Snort.”

“Why are you laughing? Are you offended?”

Adella turned halfway to face me.

She slightly furrowed her brow and wiggled her eyebrows.

I calmly arranged Adella’s bangs and said:

“You have such big dreams. I laughed because your thinking is so childlike.”

“Look who’s talking! You’re the one whose dream is to be the world’s strongest! Isn’t that embarrassing?”

“That’s different. Mine is a confirmed future, yours is just a vague dream.”

“Are you trying to provoke me? What if I learn magic too and interfere with your dream?”

Adella is a child who craves recognition.

She probably wanted to expand her influence through religion.

I think Namessiahnism is best when it’s just a fandom like now.

Most people seem to take it as a form of entertainment anyway.

“So what was that precaution you mentioned earlier?”

“Hmm. Should I tell you? Do you want to know?”

“What is there that you can’t tell me? Just say it.”

“Adella, you’ve never experienced real pain before, right?”

The upper limit of pain allowed in virtual reality is stepping on a Lego brick.

Even that requires administrator rights to unlock the restriction system, so there’s almost no chance of feeling actual pain.

The most painful experience might have been when she stabbed her own heart in World of Arsheria, but she probably doesn’t remember it clearly since her self-identity wasn’t fully established then.

“That’s not true! I fought alongside you afterward! I know what pain feels like! Is the magic going to hurt? Do you think I can’t handle it?”

“Well, if you say so.”

“How painful is it… huh?”

Adella suddenly changed her attitude and gave an anxious look.

“It won’t last long. At most 30 seconds? 1 minute? Yeah, about that long.”

“Oh, is that all? 30 seconds is nothing! But what will hurt?”

“The pain of your nerves, bones, muscles, and all organs twisting. It’s worth trying once.”

Of course, I’ll never do it again.

It was really too painful.