The song went viral even before I started the livestream, and the comments were overwhelmingly positive.
Some people said I was wasting my talent working as a butler.
"Honestly, even I didn't expect this kind of success," I sighed. It was more successful than I'd anticipated, and people were throwing tons of donations my way.
On the Instamoment app, people were already using my song.
My music, of course, is copyrighted…
It was fun to make. I should try stuff like this more often.
I muted most of the people I know on my phone. They could send messages, but I ignored them.
For example, I'm definitely not looking at Bella's messages.
I was certain she was cursing me, my ancestors, and their mothers, including, in a very colorful way.
I've stockpiled a lot of video. For someone like me who can manipulate time, time itself doesn't matter much.
In my previous world, in the novels I read, those who could control time always got beaten up, and that drove me nuts.
What kind of idiot uses time control just to speed up their body?
Unlike them, I have plenty of knowledge.
Someone who barely understands time slowly asks themselves questions and finds answers in every way possible. I won't say anything about the answers we can't find.
For example, how does matter emerge from nothing, collide, and cause the Big Bang?
These things can't be called a coincidence. Matter doesn't just randomly appear from nothing—that contradicts physics' rule that matter cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed.
Scientists miss the simplest truths…
Or they can't accept the existence of God.
I stopped my internal monologues and made sure everything was ready for the livestream.
Of course, I wasn't wearing my bear pajamas. Instead, I had on a white sweatshirt and gray sweatpants.
It might go against this world's fashion sense, but I find it comfortable.
I started the livestream on my keyboard and was instantly flooded with messages.
I slowed down the chat so I could read it. The song had just come out, but it was already viral.
"Greetings, everyone! This is my first time streaming on social media, so bear with me," I chuckled softly.
[Raulfanboy: No worries, love. Where are you right now, and why did you escape the Valentine Empire?]
-Slow down there, Raul is mine.
-I don't get you girls. Does it matter if he's handsome?
=Who said I'm a girl?
My eyes widened as I scanned some of the comments.
I put on a slightly nervous expression: "I appreciate your concerns, but unfortunately, I had to leave the Empire for certain reasons. The Emperor sent a notice saying he'd engage me to his daughter. I couldn't refuse, so I refused to not refuse and sent a letter back with 'I reject you a thousand times' written on it."
Okay, I might've exaggerated a bit, but my sense of humor was made for times like this. I was curious how far they'd take it.
[god of love: What a clueless guy when it comes to love.]
"With all due respect, you can shove your comment up your ass, Ishtar… Anyway, let's clear up why I was kicked out of the Vance family. I never cared about that bastard. They can take their family name, smear it on their dicks, and serve it as an appetizer at dinner. Honestly, my relationship with nobles was pretty ordinary. I get why demons fought humans back in the day. Sometimes humans are more demonic than demons."
Though I said it slowly, the comments stopped. People started donating, and as I checked their profiles, these were demons.
Yes, "god of love" was Ishtar. After reading her comment, I felt a pink energy enveloping me.
That woman!!!
Then something happened—I was being cursed again.
But this time, the curse was strong. I waved my hand, and it dissipated, but I sighed: "Come on, you're better than that. I think you've guessed who I am." I gave a savage grin.
-Who's Ishtar?
-His new girlfriend?
-Isn't Ishtar a goddess?
-Impossible. Gods would rather die than mingle with humans.
"Look, friends, Ishtar's just a nickname, so don't worry about it. Oh, and a welcome to some friends watching—especially Duke Florence, who helped me a lot, and old butler Sebas, who was also a huge help. Most others, though, messed up my work instead of helping. Seraphine, I don't hate you, but I don't like you either—accept it and step aside like a good dog. As for her brother, Hans Valentine, that guy's an idiot. Even with someone like Victoria who loves him, he called her a gold-digger."
-For God's sake, what's with all this noble drama?
-Ishtar's a nickname, huh? Screw her.
-First time I'm seeing someone reject a princess live.
-Hans von Valentine, that handsome prince?
-Was he that dumb?!
-You know nobles—most of them are the same…
I coughed a bit because the last commenter would definitely get in trouble if caught:
"Look, someone like Hans doesn't deserve Victoria, but it's the classic Emperor and his inferiority complex. They don't take 'no' for an answer… They'll probably sentence me to death after what I said, but who cares? The Emperor may be strong, but all his strength went to his body, not his brain. Underdeveloped, brainless, stupid, retarded, dumb bitch—I've called him all sorts of names…"
-… WTF?
-That's my brave man!
-You're always welcome in the Dragnar Empire…
-Welcome to the Nocthral Empire, too.
-Mahakar Empire sends its regards.
-Uh, Sylvarion too.
Hmm, those are the names of empires.
Dragnar—the empire of dragons.
Nocthral—the empire of demons.
Mahakar—the dwarves.
Sylvarion—the elves.
Sylvarion sounds tempting, but I'd probably pick Nocthral.
And these accounts are official—meaning even the empires are curious.
Because what I'm talking about is royal drama, and knowing this stuff benefits them. They could get more info from someone like me.
"Thank you all for worrying about me. To the empires inviting me, here's what I'll say: I feel closer to the demons. Elves act all high and mighty—though their queen is kind, the rest believe in elven supremacy. They might be right about beauty, but that's not the point. Demons are my kind of people—honest. If they don't like you, they'll say it to your face. As for dwarves, I don't want to bother them. Most are busy with blacksmithing. A guy like me knows how to swing a sword, not how to make one…"
I paused, my eyes turning serious because what I was about to say was serious: "As for dragons, they're strong, but I don't think I'd get along with them, though I'd like to. They're too damn proud. If I spoke my mind, they'd probably want to rip my head off."
-Elves are obviously the most beautiful, and thanks for what you said about our queen.
-It's rare to hear such a good comment about demons from a human…
-As dwarves, we thank you for respecting us. If you need a weapon, Mahakar will welcome you.
[Iris von Dragnar: What you said is nonsense. We're not that proud—we just speak the facts.]
"Are you sure?" I said, smiling.
Because this was the dragon empress.
One of the heroines in the game, with scenes of lesbian sex with Lara…
[Iris von Dragnar: Yes. Want to fight? You'd probably be scared.]
I laughed harder than ever, then got serious. My smile was worse than molten iron, the kind that'd drag you to hell with a VIP pass: "Listen closely, Iris von Dragnar. Are you up for a bet?"
-What kind of bet?
She commented instantly. Everyone went silent because now empires were talking:
"I'll ask you one riddle. If you answer it, I'll accept everything you said and swear to see dragons as the supreme race."
-You're making me laugh, human. What could you know that I don't?
The livestream had 1 million viewers now, and the platform was barely keeping up.