The Pope Returns from a Third Broadcast as Hyent (2)
I am viewer havant(2).
Streaming as streamer ‘Pope-nim’ is my third time.
Still too short an experience to call myself a beginner. I still know little about streaming, but I’ve at least learned one thing for certain.
The viewers are a pack of hyenas that tear streamers apart the moment the chance appears.
-Old geezer lol lol lol
-But seriously, you were an old geezer right then
-You’re old enough
-You’re acting your age, ajumma
-Old geezer Pope
I stared at the exploding chat window and mulled over my injustice.
Me… an old geezer?
Every time I turn the stream on, a new nickname is added. Today was no exception.
But this time it was a true black mark. At least the “youngest” had some basis. This one made no sense at all.
“I understand you’re upset, but please refrain from using inappropriate expressions. Besides, I’m not old.”
They said old geezer, yet the auto-correction turned it into “old man.”
In other words, the nickname was so bad it was mistaken for a swear word. There was nothing I could do but feel wronged.
“I simply did what a Pope is supposed to do—for the sake of our entire congregation.”
Our congregation’s members dress so oddly. What will people think? They’ll probably see us as a low-tier cult.
And with all the revealing clothes, they’ll suspect we’re loose. That’s why I had to scold them sharply.
“Do you understand what I mean? It wasn’t just to make me look good. It was reasonable advice given for the young priestesses.”
After protesting so earnestly, I checked the chat window. Surely everyone would understand now.
-Old ajumma
-You sound so wise
-Classic old geezer rant, right?
“…….”
Given that the majority are teenagers and twenties, my true meaning probably wasn’t coming across clearly.
I could fully understand. When I was their age, I dismissed grown-ups’ words as pointless nagging too.
No choice.
There was so much I wanted to say, but I didn’t have time to keep debating. Even as I spoke, the duration of Gentle Spring Sunshine was ticking down.
I’d have to soothe President-havent later. For now, I needed to get through the early story quickly before the time ran out.
“Then let’s continue.”
I made my duplicate, young Elluke Pope-nim, move forward. The destination marked with a “!” on the map.
It wasn’t far, so the trip wouldn’t take long.
🏛 Type: Temple
⚔ Difficulty: Easy
📍 Floor: 1 / 1
💀 Boss: None
I arrived at the temple entrance, and the young priestess waiting there wore reverent, modest robes without any revealing clothing.
[Bishop Christina Vailin]
“Verification error.”
I’d rushed as fast as possible, but I couldn’t ignore it, so I spoke up.
“You’re so young to be a bishop. Normally, a bishop requires at least the early forties.”
No one that young could be anything more than a healer priest. Bishop was impossible.
I should have made the character a little older for accuracy. Just as I was about to say that, the sponsor voice cut me off.
◈ Sweet potato potato donated 1,000 won
-But Pope-nim is in your mid-thirties, right?
“Ah, that’s…”
I tried to explain, but another sponsor came through. The nickname was familiar.
◈ Bad-guy radish donated 1,000 won
-Wait, is it not 36 but 63? Whoa
Seoyun was at it again, playing a prank.
“Liam, temporarily block the sponsor from a minute ago for ten minutes.”
Malicious users couldn’t be left alone.
I assigned the task to the chat manager who was a former hero and glanced at the window. Then I narrowed my brows.
-For real 63?
-Pope-nim lmao
-If she’s an ajumma, maybe she’s just looking younger
-I thought the Pope was too young
The fallout from Seoyun’s prank was spreading far more than I expected. Before the misunderstanding could grow, I quickly spoke up.
“Bishops are chosen by experience, but higher positions are often selected by ability and faith. I’m 36.”
I had no idea why I was explaining, but I quickly laid out the facts.
Fortunately, the misunderstanding didn’t grow worse. Still, it was just “old ajumma” in the end, so I wasn’t particularly happy about it.
“Let’s continue. Pay attention.”
I calmed the chat window as if it were elementary-school students chattering and addressed the young bishop.
["Have you arrived? Young Pope-nim Elluke, it’s good that your strength is needed. May I make one request?"]
“Verification error.”
I didn’t want to interfere, but it was too bothersome, so I jumped in again.
“You’re speaking too politely to a simple priest. Showing respect with honorifics is good, but you’re being overly cautious.”
Once every few seconds, something displeasing appeared. There were too many unrealistic parts for the setting, so it felt slightly off.
◈ Torugi-janggol-customer donated 30,000 won
-Just hurry up and skip it
“Yes, understood. That’s exactly what I was planning.”
The discomfort vanished instantly. Thirty thousand won was generous enough to overlook any error.
I kept reading the conversation. After speeding through the useless lines, the bishop gave me a quest.
["Go around the village and grant the blessing of starlight to those who need help."]
A simple quest—just follow the markers on the minimap. Early game, so an easy mission.
The reward was a basic skill.
-Skill: Blessing of Vitality
Since refusing would stop the story, I accepted immediately and left the temple.
The real game began now.
I had planned to play as entertainingly as possible and flood the chat with laughter… but it turned out I couldn’t.
Whoosh.
The halo that had been glowing behind my head disappeared with a quiet sound. The duration had naturally ended.
It vanished earlier than expected, but there was no problem. Gentle Spring Sunshine was originally a divine spell that consumed a lot of holy power, after all.
And I’d overused it to prevent 3D motion sickness, so holy power would run out quickly anyway.
“I suppose it’s time to end it here.”
I closed the game before the sickness hit. Of course, the viewers were unable to hide their shock.
-What, already done?
-We only got spoilers and didn’t even play the game lol lol lol
-??
-It’s over like this?
-3D games aren’t meant to be played
-Phi-sung hyung is devastated
Everyone was complaining. The disappointment was as great as the expectation.
I felt just as upset as them. I never imagined I’d be this weak to 3D.
◈ havant donated 1,000 won
-Worst-case scenario
Soon, havent, who had been seething with anger since earlier, attacked me with a small amount of money. I lowered my head in embarrassment.
“Everyone, I’m truly sorry. We’ll continue the rest next time. I’ll prepare thoroughly then. So that this kind of incident never happens again.”
Apologizing, I kept checking the chat.
Fortunately, the window had a forgiving atmosphere. After all, no one could force someone prone to motion sickness after only five minutes to keep playing.
Now that the broadcast was ending, the timing was perfect.
But before that, I needed to calm President-havent. She was a model viewer who kept donating regularly.
Our congregation’s operating funds and my daughters’ snacks depended on havent’s heart.
What could I do? I thought for a moment, then slowly spoke.
“Havent-nim, by the way, you haven’t received repayment for the million won you donated.”
Opening the conversation lightly, the viewers began laughing and chattering.
-Again?
-Try to build a house with the debt lol lol lol
-Havent-nim is tense
-This time, we’ll engrave it in space
Everyone seemed to think the same. They expected the drastic service of carving a name into the sky, like last time.
I thought maybe I could do it once more, but now it was difficult.
“I can’t carve a thank-you into the sky. I promised to avoid anything I can’t handle.”
Last time, in the negotiation with NIS agent Ha In-ha, I agreed to put a leash on Liam’s collar in exchange for all the things I wanted.
Therefore, I couldn’t do a nationwide disturbance-level event. Of course, small events were always possible.
“Instead, I’d like to offer a slightly more personal benefit.”
I waited appropriately, then let a meaningful smile touch my lips.
“Havent-nim, how about having dinner together with me?”
One-on-one fan meeting.
A custom benefit for havent.
She’ll like it.
Havent was originally a big spender who showered money on game streamers.
But she’d donated large sums from the very first stream, and she still watches it.
Why is she so kind to me? The answer was obvious. Because she was in love with me.
In short, I was her fan.
Honestly, a fan meeting felt a bit burdensome, but since she liked me that much, I had no choice. I was willing to meet her.
I have a husband…
Liam might be jealous, but if it’s for a good reason, he probably won’t mind.
Always, I felt a warm sense when someone cheered and was enthusiastic for me.
I suppressed the urge to curl my lips and waited demurely. Then havent responded.
◈ havant donated 1,000 won
-I want to meet the hero, not Pope-nim
“…….”
My eyes blinked rapidly because I couldn’t believe the sponsor voice.
After a few seconds, I could accept what I’d heard. Of course, the absurdity didn’t change.
“…You want to meet Liam?”
Rejecting me to meet Liam? A former hero, unemployed, accident-prone man—who was so great?
Shockingly, I laughed out loud.
-Look at his face lol lol lol
-Old ajumma is so shameless
-lol lol lol lol lol lol
-Ajumma is really shameless
Amid the viewers’ mockery and ridicule, Liam’s chat appeared.
Imagining Liam’s smug face, my brows furrowed. He was bragging, making me feel even worse.
But the Pope had to stay calm even in sudden situations.
I soon put on a calm smile and nodded.
“Understood. I’ll arrange a dinner soon.”
An unexpected incident had occurred, but somehow I’d managed to calm havent’s anger.
Internally relieved, I muttered quickly.
“All problems, conflicts, arguments, accidents, wounds, bleeding, dizziness, nausea, mental and physical damage that arose from meeting my husband—I won’t take responsibility. Havent-nim must bear them all. Still, will you?”
Normally, dangerous situations required prior consent.