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The Isekai Will be Livestreamed

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When Jake was offered the chance to become a hero in another world, to escape his dull life, he only asked one thing, “Can it be livestreamed?” only for a Mom-entuous mistake to cause him to Ms his journey.

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The Isekai Will be Livestreamed

Prologue

Game Rules

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

The Isekai Will be Livestreamed

Prologue

Prologue Jake smiled into his webcam. "Alright, thanks for coming to today's stream Chat, I hope you enjoyed it!" he said.The view counter, sitting on his second screen and right under the loading screen for an old single-player FPS, went from 4 to 3.One of those was him. So that meant... he had a whole two viewers.

Twinge Chat!

www,EroticHorsePlay,gg/BigBlack says: Want bigger pp? Buy viarga, and other medication! Free shipping! Go to: Big,BiggerPP,com! Special promocode: biggerpp001! For 10% discont!!

CorvidWithASword says: Don't worry Jake, things will get better! Keep at it!

Jake's eyes glazed over the first line from chat. That same spam bot has been repeating the same message for hours. He thought of banning it, but it meant one more viewer, and viewers attracted more viewers.Also, it was something to make fun of if he ran out of jokes. Which was always.The second message was... sus as fuck."Okay, well bye," he said. He clicked the orange Steam End button, and returned to Twinge's homepage. Dozens of little rectangles, with live footage of games being played and of Vtubers... vtubing, were filling the page. Each with view counters that registered in the hundreds of thousands. One or two hit the low millions, even though it was only just noon.Jake leaned back into his cool, and very unergonomic chair, and pressed his palms into his eyes. They always burned when he looked at his screens for too long.He was eighteen, living with his mom, and unemployed. College was... not an option. Work was a pipe dream. He didn't have what more boring people would call 'marketable skills' and the job market was shit besides.So he pursued a dream, of becoming a zit-faced internet gaming celebrity.So far, his record was 22 viewers on one stream. Not at the same time, just 22 unique people over the course of a six-hour Ring: Combat Involved marathon.He opened his eyes, then froze.

Jake Maia: What Are Your Conditions to Save the World of Moeder?

The box floated there, slightly fuzzy on the edges and hovering in the way a magic text box probably shouldn't.Jake shook his head. Too much Blue Bull?The box was still there when he opened his eyes again it was still there. "What?" he asked. The box flickered and reappeared.

Jake Maia: The World of Moeder Requires a Champion. Were You To Accept This Role, What Would Your Conditions Be?

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.His mouth worked. "Uh," he said. "Like, what kind of conditions can I put?" he questioned his senility, but if anyone heard... well, he had been live-streaming a moment ago. "Can it be live streamed?" he muttered.

Jake Maia, Your Condition Has Been Set!Step Within the Portal and to a World of Adventure!

A portal opened next to him. A blazing hole in the universe, at once paper-thin and with a depth that, on gazing within, had Jake's heart pounding.Should he? It was stupid, probably a pipe-dream. This kind of stuff only happened in the trashy sort of anime he'd been mocked for watching once. But if it was real... adventure and heroism, an escape from all the crap that was going on. Actual success!He swallowed. Big tiddied elf girls!His hand shook as he reached out towards the portal.The door knocked. "Sweetie, are you talking to your friends online?" his mom asked."Mom, I'm, uh, I'm," he stuttered.The door opened. "If you're not busy," she said from behind a head-high pile of clothes. "I've cleaned all of your undies. I even folded them for you.""Mom!" he called out.She stepped in, and then, as if in slow motion, he watched her foot catch on a pair of jeans, one that he'd tossed aside so it wouldn't be visible on his webcam.His mom squeaked. The clothes she held went flying, and the woman stumbled forwards.Jake saw her eyes widen a moment before her flailing arm reached out and touched the portal.There was a 'slorp' kind of sound."Mom?"Jake stepped over to where the portal had been. Now, there was only a pile of folded socks and tighty-whities."Oh, shit," he muttered. Something on the edge of his vision moved, and he stared at his main monitor where his Twinge had... changed. There was a stream going on now, live, of a forest. In the centre of it was his mother, kneeling over and breathing hard.Jake blinked."Mom?!"

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Anne stared at the prompt in front of her, then at the floating box next to that. It looked strangely familiar, at least compared to all the rest of the stuff in the endless void she found herself in.

Twinge Chat!

...

...

That box wasn't terribly helpful.

PLEASE PICK A DIFFICULTY LEVEL

Easy

Start: GenericaSummoner: Princess Ana-Marie of Generica

Normal

Start: ElvenwoodSummoner: Yalana Moonwalker

Hard

Start: Not EviliaSummoner: E'laine M'Ango

Game Rules

Game Rules Mom has a system, you can’t interact with this system, but you CAN give suggestions.Note: by commenting below any chapter, you risk appearing in-story unless your comment specifically asks not to be included.This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.ITEMSTwinge (ie: the viewers) can purchase items based on votes done on Space Battles. More instructions available there! All sales are rounded up to the nearest whole number.

Chapter One

Chapter One Anne stared at the options hovering before her. There were just three options, but somehow that was enough to give her pause. She reached out towards the menu, hand hovering over the Easy option. Easy was good, wasn’t it?

Twinge Chat!

Volkmar says: What’s this?

Jake Mania says: Mom! MOM ARE YOU OKAY?

ZAxis says: Is that someone’s mom?

FirstWinterNight25 says: Hard, cause every isekai protag can only gain power through lots of suffering!

Anne glanced at the chat interface. It said that she had seven viewers. That felt like a lot.One of the people in the chat said to press hard, and they did seem to know more about games and such than she did. She hadn’t played anything more complicated than FarmRural in a long time.Biting her lower lip, Anne reached down and tapped the Hard option.The world shivered.The hazy cocoon she was in twisted and warped. Then, with a soap-bubble pop, she was no longer in an endless void, but in a forest.Not a nice, idyllic green place, with nice trees and nice, harmless critters like squirrels and maybe a bird or two, but an ancient forest. Trees towered above her, grand and stately, their branches clawing at the sky. Dead leaves covered the ground and muffled every noise. The few bushes tough enough to survive were cruel, thorn-covered specimens, with pretty red fruit that looked tantalizingly sweet.The only critters were the few dead ones near those bushes, often with rotting berries still clamped in their innocent jaws.“Unholy Goosifer, that worked?”Anne jumped, a hand snapping to her chest as she turned. She wasn’t alone.There was... a child. A young woman, maybe in her very early teens. She was fairly short, but that might have been her frilly dress fooling the eyes. Anne eyed her up and down. Her skin was too pale, as if she hadn’t gone outside in far too long. She had strange, sharp teeth, and her eyes were reddened on the edges, with dark bags under them.She reminded Anne of her son after one of his ‘all night gaming streams’ or whatever.“Hi there,” Anne said. “I’m, ah, very lost. Do you know the way back to... Canada?” Anne glanced around the foreboding forest and felt a chill run down her spine.The young lady stood up to her full height, then curtsied, one leg crossing before the other while she pinched the sides of her skirts. “Greetings, O hero. I am Elain’e M’ango. Last daughter of the M’ango clan. You honour me by accepting my summons.”“Ah, what’s going on?” Anne asked. She still had one of the boxes open in her vision, the one with the chat on it.

Twinge Chat!

Jake Mania says: Mom! Where are you?

Jacinthec says: His poor mom

Skyblade says: cute vampire moemoe girl! Pog! (what is this game? Is this like a reenactment thing?)

Valheru says: pog

Laovi, The Eldritch Banana says: poggers

Farxzay says: pog

“What’s a pog?” Anne muttered. She shook her head and refocused. “Sorry, Miss M’ango? Ah, can you please tell me what’s going on?”The young miss rose from her curtsy, then gestured to the ground. Anne followed the gesture and noticed the circle on the forest floor around her for the first time. Ancient stones, with deep carvings inlaid within them. There were bowls dug into the rock, blasted black as if something had been burning in them just recently. “I had need for a hero. My nation needs a hero. And my clan... we are not as strong as we once were. So I petitioned to summon a hero. And here you are.”“Oh,” Anne said. She shifted from foot to foot. “Is there a way for me to get back home? I had a roast in the oven. My little Jake-i-poo’s favourite. With potatoes.”The young lady blinked. “No?” she asked. “Lady Hero, I think that only on the completion of your quest will you be able to return home.”“That doesn’t sound very nice,” Anne said. Her hands worried themselves together. She closed her eyes, then took a deep breath. “Okay.”“Okay?” Elain’e repeated.Anne nodded and stood taller.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.She had faced worse than this!She was a single mom. And if Oprah had taught her one thing, it was that she was the toughest, meanest, most terrifying thing on Earth... or whatever planet this was. She’d do what needed doing, then be back home in time for dinner.“What do I need to do?”Miss M’ango brightened. Or she seemed to mostly brighten. Anne suspected that the young lady was in dire need of sleep. “Well, you’re a hero, so you must have some sort of special ability. That will certainly help. Ah, in the meantime... what’s your Seal cap and what’s your Mana like?”Anne blinked. “My what?”“Oh,” Elain’e said. “Well, the tomes do say that heroes often need to relearn that kind of thing. Maybe a trial by fire? We really don’t have a lot of time.”“Time for?” Anne asked.Elain’e worried on her lower lip with her long canines. “Well, you see, Lady Hero...”“Anne, my name is Anne,” Anne said.“Lady Anne,” Elain’e corrected. “You’re in the nation of Not Evilia, a minor nation, far to the north and east. We are the refuge for the unwanted here. The monstrous yet still cultured. We have promised to send out our greatest warrior to the far western lands of Doormor, to slay the dark lord rising there. But that means that every clan must present a warrior, and while my clan is old, and talented in magics, we have no such combatant.”“Wait,” Anne said. She had grown used to jumping to conclusions when talking to her son. “You want me to be that warrior?”“Yes!“Elain’e, I don’t know how to fight,” Anne said.“But... but Lady Hero, Lady Anne, the grand tournament is in three days.”Anne and Elain’e stared at each other.“This is a fighty tournament, right? Like in that one movie with Russel Crowe?” Anne asked. “It’s not a... baking tournament or anything?”Elain’e shook her head. “I’m afraid not,” she said. “Right, your status, please. It should be easy to know, if you just focus on it.”Anne glanced around herself. They were still in some great woods, far from anything. “Right, my status... um.” She scrunched her nose, and a new box appeared before her.

STATUS:SEAL: 100MANA: 100

“Um, it says that I have one hundred of both seal and mana?” Anne read. “Is this like one of those video games?”“Pardon me, but a what?”“Oh, nevermind,” Anne said.Elain’e nodded along. “Well, that’s not terrible. I took out a quest from the guild that’s in this region, as a way to test the hero if... if it actually worked.” She gestured to the side, and a card appeared in her hand. It flickered, and in a blink turned into a page covered in writing and stamped with waxy seals. “It’s nothing too complex. A small tribe of moblins that need exterminating.”“You want me to what?” Anna asked.“I’ll assist you,” Elain’e said with all the earnestness she could muster. Seeing as how she looked like she was only on the cusp of puberty, that wasn’t much.“That sounds dangerous,” Anne said.“As I said, I’ll help you. I have a full deck of magical cards. That’s my clan’s speciality! Here, I can give you a few. Maybe your heroic gift is related to these?” Elain’e flicked her hand again, and handed Anne a small stack of card.There were three of them. Two were labelled Fireball, with a large five on the left and a ten on the right. The third was labelled Cloak of Warmth. Unlike the Fireball cards, it had a silvery border.“That’s to keep you warm,” Elain’e said.“Are these pokemans?”Elain’e tilted her head to the side, a curious gesture. “No? Those are normal cards. Oh, of course. The seal cost is the number on the left, the casting cost is the one on the right. You need to spend that much to cast them. Cast the clothing first. It’s less likely to end in disaster.”Anne hesitated, then focused on the robes.The card faded out of her hands in the same instant as a long cloak appeared and immediately fell to the floor. “Oh,” she said.Elain’e knelt and picked the cloak up. “Now try sealing it. It shouldn’t be difficult for a Hero like yourself.”“What’s a sealing?” Anne asked.“It’s when you turn something into a card. Anyone can do it, and with nearly anything.”“Impressive,” Anne said. She touched the cloak, focused very very hard, and between one blink and the next, the cloak disappeared and a card appeared in Anne’s hands. “Oh, that is nifty!”“I’ll show you more about it later,” Elian’e said. “But for now, we absolutely need to get on with the training. We have very little time to prepare!”

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