Sometimes, the playful setting could establish itself as a content within a broadcast.
– I venerate NaMe today as well.
– Please tell her to turn on the stream! Let her capture the millions of wicked Nemdocs!
– Goddess, are you still diligently doing those stretching exercises?
– Nongme hasn’t grown taller… NaNong is petite and cute…
└ If I say it like this, everyone understands, right? Haha.
└ Ayo, Nongjaik, are you not doing it right!
Like other personal broadcasts, Adella’s room also avoids mentioning other streamers.
However, due to NaMe’s frequent absence from streaming caused by real-life issues, Adella had to always serve as a source of news in between.
Before I knew it, ‘NaMe’ and ‘NoName’ had become banned words suggested by the managers.
But as always, the viewers found the answers.
Claiming NaMe’s broadcast superiority over others, the wicked viewers who fanatically worshipped NaMe were known as ‘Nemdocs’.
Inspired by them, people began referring to NaMe as a ‘goddess’.
This culture spread rapidly because it was an intuitive and less off-putting term.
Details such as Kariri, Adella, and Judex being among NaMe’s twelve apostles added to this culture, along with animals from Safari World worshipping NaMe as the sole deity.
Eventually, a community uploaded a passionate creative piece titled “Let’s Learn About NaMesiahism,” creating an unstoppable wave.
Kariri, well-versed in internet culture, picked up on this trend faster than anyone else.
“We’re working on a music video now. How about we tweak it a bit and include NaMe?”
“Eh? You want to modify it further? Do you think NaMe will permit that?”
“What if we just show her as a black silhouette at the end of the video?”
“Wow…! Are you a genius? Then let’s add lyrics! Something like Genesis or the Ten Commandments.”
Dan Ni El lit up with enthusiasm and added a third verse to the song.
With Semaaru now a full-time animator, NaMesiahism successfully integrated into the Kariri World universe.
[Adella, Judex | ‘Furrynization Project’ Music Video]
[Safari Dream · 6.47 million views · 1 week ago]
The song, a fusion of classical and EDM sounds, features dizzying lyrics that send the mind to Andromeda, and impressive illustrations and camera work.
Each element on its own was a masterpiece, but combined, it was a horrendous hybrid.
Yet precisely because of this, the Furrynization Project gained explosive popularity among teenagers, where ‘uniqueness’ and ‘over-immersion’ were in trend.
NaMesiahism began to spread earnestly from this point.
#NoName #Namessiahnism
[I may not be religious, but I sincerely intend to believe in NaMesiahism.]
Nothing bad happens if you don’t believe in this religion.
But if you do, you can download a cute NaNo name photo every day around quitting time.
What reason do you have not to believe?
– What is NaMesiahism? You nerd.
– It has notably cute doctrines compared to the Islamic Quran.
– So is Adella a Cyber Angel then?
– Animal ear paradise… I guess I should believe in this?
[NoNaMe’s journey is even more astonishing than that of any prophet from Abrahamic religions.]
Jesus fasted for a mere 40 days, yet she survived for over 7 years without water or food.
Her mind is more mature than that of an average adult, and her personality is fully developed.
She solves the world’s complex issues as if she can see the future.
Her strange combat ability is also difficult to explain scientifically.
And above all, she is adorable.
Could the prophet the followers so desperately sought really be this Eastern young girl?
– If there were no informational media, NoNaMe would be treated as a mythical figure hundreds of years later.
– The last line was the key indeed.
– But NaMe practices Buddhism.
– (Best) My mother was suffering from an incurable disease, but she almost recovered thanks to a new medicine developed by NaMe. To my devout Christian parents, she is almost a divine being.
[Poll: Christianity vs Islam vs NaMesiahism]
Which religion is the best?
[1. Christianity: 5.1k (36%)]
[2. Islam: 0.7k (5%)]
[3. NaMesiahism: 8.3k (59%)]
– This type of voting is really unpleasant. Please take it down immediately.
– Is there a religion where you can meet the goddess at a fan meeting?
The fictional religion has become a major topic in various large overseas communities.
Some proactive individuals even organized it into a real organization.
Under the grand goal of achieving world peace centered around NaMe, their tasks were just trivial, like sharing various memes received from the ‘lonely NaMe room.’
However, as a series of memes were re-exported to Korea, people reacted with freshness.
[NaMe Church, what are these people doing, collecting money using NaMe’s name?]
(Medical Aid Support $50,000 donation.jpg)
But they donated using NaMe’s name…
It’s really insane lol.
[Comments]
– Wait, is NaMesiahism really a thing? lol.
– It feels more like a fandom than a religion lol.
– They clearly thought they could pocket it all while grinning as they came in.
└ They seem like good people, so I can’t report them, huh lol.
└ But if they harbor malicious intentions, they could probably swindle at any time.
– Sign here! NoNaMe is the one true deity!
– It’s been over a month since NaMe’s fan meeting, and I haven’t come.
└ You made a lot of money. You’ll be back when it’s gone.
└ Dare I say, I earned 200 billion, so how could it drop!!!
└ I know, it’s just wishful thinking lol.
– NaMe… please be happy over there!
└ Killing a girl who’s living well…
└ You can see her if you go to the Academy, let’s go.
And there was someone watching all of this with dissatisfaction.
* * *
“Now, let’s take turns speaking. Who started this?”
I gathered two humans and one cat preparing for human advancement and pressed them for answers.
“What could that mean, haha…”
“Hmm.”
“I’m sorry! It was me!”
Yoonseul lay flat on the ground, bowing deeply.
I continued to glare at them without loosening my stern expression.
“I went to the academy today, and my friends were collectively listening to some strange song.”
Since everyone has different musical tastes, I didn’t intend to dispute that.
However, I couldn’t overlook the faint voice that appeared in the last 5 seconds of the music video.
[Ha ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Clumsy! Clumsy!]
“That’s my voice, isn’t it? What on earth is going on? Why is my voice being treated like an instrument?”
The three of them simultaneously dropped their heads to the floor.
Their faces turned red; they seemed to realize their mistake.
“Did Yoonseul do this too?”
“No, that’s something I…”
NiEl shyly raised her hand.
I looked at her in disbelief.
“What? You, really? Why…?”
Seeing usually reserved NiEl, I felt a sense of betrayal.
“I was going to ask before… but NaMe, you seemed too busy…! So I had no choice but to combine the voice sources I had.”
“Why do you have the voice sources?”
“…”
“Maru gave them to you, didn’t he?”
There was one more culprit.
Recently, while I’d been taking a break from broadcasting, Semaaru had been helping with the VTuber side.
“I asked him to give them! The fault is mine, so please forgive me, NaMe!”
“Anyway, what I want to say is that you should definitely inform me in advance when you put out stuff like this. I’m not the type to easily refuse, right? No matter how busy I am…”
“I’m sorry. I think we got too carried away. I promise it won’t happen again.”
I patted the girls’ shoulders, which slumped in pity, and wrapped up the conversation there.
“Really, the main point is elsewhere. Go and tell those NaMesiah people to stop donating in my name.”
“…!”
“I looked it up; the primary sponsor’s IP is in Korea. If we utilize communities well, we can manage that, right? I’d appreciate it.”
Then Yoonseul tilted her head and asked.
“Aren’t people doing good things by donating under NaMe’s name? It’s spreading some good influence… Not ideal?”
“Yeah, not ideal. I didn’t donate, so it only feels burdensome and I don’t like it.”
My firm stance slightly darkened the atmosphere.
“It’s just personal preference, so don’t misunderstand. I believe donations should be anonymous.”
Unless it’s a donation made in the studio’s name after gathering funds through personal broadcasting, I didn’t like donating under my personal name to gain a spotlight.
I made a simple request to Yoonseul and returned to my home just below.
I checked to see if the four premium Moldavite magic stones I had purchased from the department store were stowed away safely in the drawer.
Actually, three might have been enough, but for an extra, Eborum had bought one more as personal property.
I didn’t expect the magic stones to be so expensive; I didn’t know I’d run into a deficit with 2.141 billion KRW.
I can’t buy things while in debt, so I’ll have to film more ads to quickly repay the 500 million.
The yellow post-its plastered on the wallpaper fluttered and fell off each time I closed the door, as their adhesive lifespan had expired.
The magic I had only used in my past life went through meticulous verification over the course of several days.
I casually let Adella know my schedule, who would be listening from the other side of virtual reality.
“Adella. The first operation day of the Gunsan Power Plant will be this Thursday, but we agreed to postpone it to Saturday. We’ll leave early Thursday morning and start charging the magic stones.”
For now, only one person, Professor Cheon, knows this project thoroughly from start to finish.
Even while informing her, I pondered significantly.
When she asks how I learned such magic, I can only answer ‘just’.
She knows as well as I do that there’s no such thing as ‘just.’
Would she think I was forced to absorb knowledge from Valpurgis? Perhaps.
Seeing her increasingly darkening expression, I didn’t have the courage to speak up again and merely stammered through.
To Eborum, who readily lent the funds, I explained much more simply.
I’d give Adella a physical body. That’s it.
The last person was Baek Bong Gon, selected as a person to assist with controlling the magic stone.
According to Professor Cheon, he is a tight-lipped individual.
Given that he spent decades locked away on a deserted island, that would be to be expected.
“I’ll write the magic circle in reverse order: Dragonia Nascentia, Persona Paisia, and Akashic Record. After charging begins, it should take about 18 hours, 16 hours, and 1 hour respectively. The spells will be activated in the order previously mentioned, starting with Akashic Record, so keep that in mind.”
Now is the time to convey precautions.
I paused for a moment.
Is there a need to instill fear now?
If not now, when should I say it? On the day? Before we start? Or should they remain unaware until the end?
During my internal conflict, the blue light from the capsule flickered.
This was Adella’s signal to turn on the screen.
I activated the beam projector.
“Adella?”
Adella’s light green pupils were flickering aimlessly.
She bit her lips with a wistful gaze.
When she blinked, transparent tears rolled down her nose.
At first, I thought it was tears of joy from her being moved.
“Mi… sniff… I’m sorry…”
The single remark that escaped her lips was filled with sadness.
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry… I… I donated in your name without permission… I just wanted to express my gratitude to you… hic…”
It took me a moment to understand her words.
“Was it you, Adella? Organizing NaMesiah and donating?”
“I owe you every time, sister. I wanted to repay you like this, but I didn’t think you’d hate it so much…”
Holding back a sob, Adella was unable to utter her words clearly.
“Just wait. I’ll join in shortly.”
She’s really an adult on the outside, but completely a child on the inside.
* * *
We tore down the walls of the private room, demolished the floor, and finally removed the roof.
Shoving the dazzling sun away and sending the fat moon for a diet into the sky.
Adella and I lay on the grass without a mat, gazing up at the Milky Way embroidered above us.
I gently held Adella’s tender hand and opened my mouth.
“Adella, I think we shouldn’t give donations grand meanings. Donations made in your name are always judged for their morality by the public.”
“Hmm… what does that mean?”
“To put it simply, it’s like this: Why did you donate here but not there? I’ve seen how much money you have, why didn’t you donate that much over there? You easily get such remarks.”
“Just ignore such things.”
“It doesn’t matter whether I ignore them; my mindset changes. Even in the act of donating, I undergo self-censorship. ‘Is it okay for me to donate this much? Do these people really need my help right now?’ You know?”
In a way, it was one of those dilemmas that couldn’t be resolved.
Helping one or two people may not matter.
But the more people you help, the more resentment you generate from others.
I’ve witnessed that downfall in several people from a past life.
“I have no desire to become a saint. I just want to live as a moderately selfish person like everyone else. I want to care for the people around me, and the rest of the world can take its course.”
“But NaMe isn’t that kind of person.”
“That’s why I compromise moderately myself. I go with my intuition at the moment. Anyway, I’m truly grateful, Adella. Thanks to this donation, there will certainly be people receiving help. I think your contribution is the greatest in that.”
“Haah… I don’t know why I’m crying over something like this. I feel more emotional knowing I’ll gain a body.”
Adella turned away and lay on her side.
From a distance, she may seem very small, yet she’s significantly larger than me now.
“Why did you decide to organize a religion? Just for fun?”
“Well, I did have some thoughts about it, but that all seems unnecessary now.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I thought that when I get a body, I’d have to do something grand to change the world… but I’m going to think it through a little bit more.”
“Oh.”
“Why are you laughing? Is it bothering you?”
Adella turned halfway to face me.
She frowned slightly, her eyebrows twitching.
As I calmly tidied up Adella’s bangs, I said,
“Your dreams are quite grand. It’s amusing how you think like a young child.”
“Who are you calling childish? Didn’t you say that your dream is to be the strongest in the world? Aren’t you embarrassed?”
“That’s different. I have a certain future; you have a vague dream.”
“Trying to provoke me? If you keep that up, I might even learn magic and hinder your dreams.”
Adella is a child with a strong need for recognition.
She probably tried to use the religion to extend her influence.
NaMesiah is probably best as a fandom just like it is now.
After all, most people seem to accept it as a form of amusement.
“What was that precaution you mentioned earlier?”
“Hmm. Should I tell you? Do you want to hear it?”
“Why would you withhold anything? Just tell me.”
“Adella, up until now, you’ve never really felt proper pain, right?”
In virtual reality, the pain threshold allowed is the equivalent of stepping on a Lego.
Even that requires lifting the restriction system with admin privileges, so there’s hardly any chance of actually feeling pain.
The only painful experience I had was when I stabbed my own heart in Waloah, but I wouldn’t have known since that was before my ego was well established.
“That’s not true! We fought together after that! I know how to feel some pain! Is magic painful? Do you think I can’t stand it?”
“Well, if you say so.”
“How much does it hurt… huh?”
Adella suddenly changed her attitude and cast an anxious glance.
“It doesn’t take long. At most 30 seconds? 1 minute? Yeah, that’s about it.”
“Eh, what? 30 seconds is nothing! But is it going to hurt?”
“It’s the pain of nerves, bones, muscles, and organs twisting. It’s worth trying at least once.”
Of course, I wouldn’t do it again.
It was genuinely excruciating.
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