Isekai Streamer Novels & Stories

“Well, I am more focused on improving myself, I answered. “The nationals are around the corner, and I have so many demo competitions coming soon. I am excited about all of it, so I haven't really been bothered about anything else.” The boy smiled. “Thank you for your answer.” “Anytime,” I replied. “All right, people, that ends our stream for today. The next streaming schedule will be sent to your email. Do not forget to subscribe to the newsletter, so you get all the new information and special deals early. Bye guys” I sighed as I closed the stream. As amazing as it was, streaming was stressful. The fans were very interactive, though, and my bank account was swelling nicely.

"It doesn't work like that, asshole! Where are they gonna get another genius team?" Loosening his tie, Elijah tossed it aside, locking gaze with the pretty thing lying on the couch. His cheeks were flushed and his teeth sunk in his lip. Any Alpha could guess what he was thinking, and with this many pheromones in the air, everyone had caught on the frenzy. "You can have that one." He looked up at Ted who shrugged with a smile, "What? You were staring at him so much. His name is Finn, by the way. An upcoming artist."

Drake had suddenly materialized in front of her, grinning stupidly like an idiot. I'm over here, you wanderer. I'm home! "He spoke in a rambling way. The pupils in Emily's eyes drew farther apart, and she even blinked her eyes twice. You're not real, that's for sure. You are nothing more than a copy of the Drake!" She let out a scream. Emily's head was softly caressed with a kiss at this moment. "Stray, I'm not a clone," Drake murmured huskily. He gave me a knowing wink and said, "If I were a clone, I wouldn't be here, embracing my arms around your waist."

What the hell was that? [I’m leaving! I don’t want to be cursed] and only Ayame was left on the stream. Ayame says to herself- “It’s highly unlikely that they’re dead. If the stream was reported it wouldn’t be on still. What is this website anyways? How is it not censoring anything?” and she continues to have her noodles. Someone joins the chat suddenly and says- [You’re sick in the head if you’re still waiting here] [I’m collecting information. I don’t see what’s wrong in doing that.] she replies.

"What kind of riddle is the streamer playing? Is there something we, her loyal followers, aren't allowed to hear?" "My guess is that she'll help that mom privately. Based on the description, that guy sounds like bad news." "Men from wealthy families are usually players. I dated one before. I checked his phone once, and I was left speechless." "Do you have screenshots? I want to see how bad he really was." "If she can save a love-struck woman from heartbreak, the streamer is basically earning merits for herself. Is there any chance you'll livestream the process?" "I agree. Please livestream the process! We want to watch!"

A day before I returned to the country, I watched a livestream. Two middle-aged people stood behind the female streamer with a banner held between them. It had the words: Help! What should I do when my boyfriend cheated and his new woman comes over to boast in my face? The streamer cried so badly that her makeup was ruined. “She keeps talking to my boyfriend and is coming to meet me tomorrow…” The chat sent encouraging words to the streamer while insulting the other woman.

Now we were holding hands and sharing secrets. His look said it all: What the hell are you playing at? NPCs were unpredictable code. Getting close was asking for a knife in the back. Maybe he was still wondering if I was just a clueless rookie. I stepped forward, offering him a bright, vapid smile. “Liam, this is Jenna! My bestie. We’re streamers. We heard the rumors about something weird on this island and came to get footage. Maybe go viral, you know?” I didn’t let him speak. “She’s got a lead on where the creature might be, so we’re off to hunt it down! Catch you later!”

I’m ready to come hard, rake in the dollars and fall asleep satisfied. But before I can slide it in, a comment catches my eye. It’s from a user I don’t recognize. The label next to the random number username says that he’s a new subscriber. And his chat comes with a five thousand dollar tip, the highest they could give on a stream. “Don’t make a show of something that’s only for my eyes. You’re mine.”

"Can you guys be a little more rational? Connor has helped so many people after he started livestreaming three years ago, and he has never left a case unsolved. He must have his reasons." "That's right. Maybe he knows something that we don't. We should just wait for him to explain himself." "Connor's not that kind of person. I believe in him." However, these supportive comments were swiftly buried. I sat before the camera and swept my eyes across the comments before saying calmly, "I started streaming today because I promised to help this person with their case. I won't be commenting on anything else." Countless comments flooded the livestream. "You won't be commenting? Are you kidding me? T

Even weirder, my livestream was still active. 【Did the streamer change sets? The new background looks so real!】 【Is this some kind of cosplay? Gothic?】 【Harper baby, where are you?】 The comments flooded my screen. I blinked, making sure I wasn’t hallucinating. A cold draft blew through the hall. Shivering, I pulled my thin dress closed, covering myself up. The stream of comments was the only thing giving me a sense of security. My eyes welled up as I looked at my phone. “I don’t know what’s happening… I guess tonight’s stream is a limited edition. I’m a little scared, babies. You have to stay with me, okay? Don’t leave.”