Starting With SSS-rank: I Get A New Skill Every Livestream-Chapter 44: Another gift

As soon as he went live, five people joined. It was as if they had been waiting in a queue and rushed in the moment the shop doors slid open.

"Hey, guys. How have you been?" he asked in a light tone, adjusting the camera so his face stayed in the center.

He looked down at the chat, and they had already started flooding it with messages and emojis.

Myuri: [Kyleeeee! (╥﹏╥) I thought you wouldn’t come today! I was staring at the "offline" screen without blinking.]

Ethara: [Good evening, Kyle. I hope you liked my gift.]

Tharos: [Kyle... hugs... pat pat. Good job today. Proud of you.]

WarHorse: [MUAHAHAHA! That bastard got deleted from existence! What a glorious display! That’s my brother!]

One-eyed: [You lost control... but damn, the last attack was cool.]

Kyle wryly smiled behind the mask. "So you guys watched everything, huh?" As he had thought, they were all deities or something similar, watching everything happening in the mortal plane.

Shaking his head, he decided to first thank the one whose gift had saved him today.

"Thanks, Ethara... if not for your bow, I don’t know if I would have escaped death today."

WarHorse: [What are you even saying! My brother can dismantle sentinels with his bare claws! RAAAH!]

Ethara: [I am glad the item proved useful.]

Tharos: [Myuri... Kyle notices who sends him gifts.]

Myuri: [Sniff... I noticed that too... (╥﹏╥)]

Kyle chuckled. "I notice you two as well. Ah, I have some gossip to share... if you all are intereste-"

[Very interested! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ]

[I am seated.]

[Fumu... these old ears are ready for some gossip.]

[Please share your experience with life, Kyle.]

[Of course we want to hear it, brother.]

They responded instantly.

Kyle leaned back in his seat and said, "Since I shared my sob story with you all about my girlfriend and how we broke up, I should tell you this as well. It turns out... it was all a misunderstanding."

WarHorse: [Glad to hear that! So you challenged her to a duel and settled it honorably!]

Ethara: [...]

Myuri: [...]

Tharos: [...]

One-eyed: [That is good news. I am glad to see you in better spirits.]

Kyle nodded appreciatively at his words, but he was confused about why the other three had suddenly gone silent. Their typing indicators appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

"Ah... did I say something wrong?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.

WarHorse: [Ahahaha! The maiden goddess can’t seriously be jealous right now!]

Ethara: [Watch your tongue, XXXX. It will take three legions of yours to gather the fragments of your corpse.]

Tharos: [...Kyle... are you going to get busy with her?]

Kyle shook his head. "No, don’t worry. I will still see you guys every day whenever I am home."

He could never abandon these people who had been with him during his lowest moments. They had been nothing more than strangers who bothered to ask if he was alright. And somehow, they even gave him the means to change his life for the better.

So yes, he would never stop streaming.

Myuri: [Kyle... I finally thought I had a chance.]

Kyle smiled wryly. "Ahaha... we will always be best friends."

WarHorse: [Damn... there is only one thing worse than being humiliated on a battlefield, and that is getting friendzoned.]

Myuri: [You brainless swine! Shut up!]

Kyle shook his head in amusement. They really were lively.

Then another message appeared.

Tharos: [Kyle... are you hurt?]

Kyle glanced at his shoulder. Since he was wearing a thin shirt, the injured area was slightly visible.

Shaking his head, he reassured her, "Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious."

Tharos: [No... it looks grave. I will give you something that will help.]

One-eyed: [Stop right there. What exactly can you give him to heal injuries?]

Tharos: [Mm... maybe... the injury’s death would make it disappear?]

One-eyed: [(￣ヘ￣;) That is not how things work...]

Just then, another message popped up.

Myuri: [Did someone say healing?! Who else but me could give Kyle the perfect blessing?!]

[Quest: Obtain 5000 SP]

[Reward: Lantern of Life]

[Grade: SSS]

[Description: A mythical artifact that radiates a sacred glow capable of healing any wound within a certain range. Even someone on the brink of death can be saved by its light.]

Kyle was taken aback. "Another tool? And what kind of grade is that? Do you guys never talk about anything below mythical grade or something?"

WarHorse: [Hey... Myuri... mind telling him where you dug that scrap from?]

Myuri: [Shut it. It’s not scrap. Kyle, it’s not the best thing I could offer you, but considering the balance of your world, I must restrain myself... for the time being.]

Kyle shook his head. "No, this is more than enough."

Something that could heal a dying man? Was she serious when she said this wasn’t the best?

With something like that, Kyle wouldn’t be forced to take long rests after dealing with each rift.

Yes, earning that many points would be difficult, but he didn’t need to rush. He could take his time farming those Soul Points.

One-eyed: [Hmm... are those points enough though?]

Kyle tilted his head. He wasn’t surprised that One-eyed could check his system requirements. Instead, he asked curiously, "Are those required points not enough?"

One-eyed: [It’s not that. I have noticed that you tend to attract the attention of rather strong Knull dwellers. If things continue the way they have been, you will unlock Myuri’s reward in just a few days.]

Kyle gave a wry smile at being labeled a trouble magnet before asking, "Is that a problem?"

Without trying to sound modest, Kyle also believed that within seven to ten days he could reach that goal.

One-eyed: [The problem is the effect our presence has on your world. The relics you have received from us are being noticed by the dark side as well. And this isn’t something that started recently. Ever since you began contacting us, the other side has begun appearing on your plane more actively.]

"..."

Wait.

It couldn’t be, right?

The reason why suddenly rifts started to appear more frequently exactly six months ago....

It has nothing to do with his live streams, right?

Right?

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A/N:- The phone on which I write...my favorite one...it’s display is on the verge of leaving this world *sniff*.