The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess

“Oh! You’re done with your call, Hero?”

“Yeah, nothing big.”

[Who was the call from?]

[Was it a job offer or something?]

Chat was already guessing—some guild offer, a monster hunt, whatever.

I gave it to them straight.

“It was a call from the Blue House.”

They didn’t believe me.

[Bullshit lol]

[The Blue House my ass]

[What, the president’s your homie now?]

...Say the truth, and they still riot.

“Anyway, it’s getting late. I’m ending the stream here.”

After the stream ended, I explained everything to Lyla.

She tilted her head, clearly confused.

“But... I didn’t really do anything during the raid?”

Sure, she might think that, but we were in a party. That’s probably why they called both of us.

“So when is it?”

“They said the sooner the better. Told me to contact them whenever.”

“Hm... Well, it’s just a commendation as a formality, right? Doesn’t really matter then?”

“Exactly.”

I called the secretary chief right then and there.

****

We were rushing to get ready for our visit to the Blue House.

Every time I wear this damn suit, I hate it.

Even though it was tailored to my exact measurements...

‘Feels like it’s gonna burst if I flex even a little.’

“Hero, are you all dressed?”

“Yeah, just a sec...”

Lyla stepped in, dressed in a sleek office outfit.

With a bright smile, she walked over to me.

“I’ll do it.”

She got on her tiptoes and started fixing my tie.

She smelled amazing.

I couldn’t stop noticing her, so I shut my eyes tight and forced myself to think about literally anything else.

“Oh my, are you feeling hot?”

“...”

Yeah. I was burning up.

But not for the reason she thought.

“Let’s go...”

Whether she knew what she was doing or not, Lyla linked arms with me as we stepped outside.

It was really, really not helping.

After some back-and-forth, we finally made it to the Blue House.

Thankfully, they must’ve prearranged something because there weren’t many reporters around.

We went inside, shook hands, accepted the commendation, and posed for a few formal photos.

Only after the reporters were gone did the President finally greet us properly.

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Min Seokwoo, President of the Republic of Korea.”

“Ah, nice to meet you...”

After our greetings, the president let out a small sigh of relief and smiled.

“Thank you for enduring all that unnecessary procedure... Still, to avoid any speculation, we needed a solid reason for this meeting.”

He explained that once the media published the photos, the award would serve as the public justification for our visit.

Then we headed into his private office.

“You seem like someone who doesn’t appreciate people talking in circles, so I’ll get straight to the point.”

First time I’ve met someone like him.

I nodded.

“China’s economic retaliation has officially begun.”

“Uh... and what does that have to do with me?”

“It’s not your fault. We just need to establish the facts clearly.”

He wasn’t accusing me. His tone was calm, matter-of-fact.

“They’re probably too afraid to come at you directly. So instead, they’re targeting South Korea.”

“There’s nothing about that in the news...”

“There will be. Emergency bulletins on the sanctions are going to hit soon. I just wanted to speak with you beforehand.”

Chinese tourist restrictions were already cutting into tourism revenue.

Korean companies in China were facing targeted crackdowns.

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Export-import tariffs—economic warfare in full swing.

“Bastards really don’t know how to fuck off...”

“Pfft... Just like they said. You’re refreshingly blunt.”

Turns out they were already demanding bodies and research data through unofficial channels.

Looks like I’ll need to fast-track that Forbidden City Demolition Content.

Sit back and play nice, and they start treating you like a fucking joke.

“So... I doubt you brought us here just to say that, right?”

“You’re correct. I want you to show them a lesson.”

The president’s gaze turned sharp.

“Crush the Forbidden City—your property now—right in front of their eyes.”

He wasn’t wrong.

It’s my stuff. I can break it if I want. What are they gonna do, cry?

Then he asked for one more thing:

A public declaration that anyone with Chinese citizenship would be banned from participating in the auction.

“Wouldn’t that get us accused of discrimination?”

“The world isn’t that warm and fuzzy. If China—one of the top two global powers—can’t get their hands on your items, they’ll fall behind. Way behind.”

And the rest of the world?

They’ll just sit back and enjoy the show.

Allies or not, in the end it’s every country for themselves. Weaken the competition, and your own country wins by default.

“If something goes wrong, they’ll most likely throw their Premier under the bus. That’s our analysis.”

“The Premier?”

“Basically China’s second most powerful man.”

They’d use someone that high-ranking as a sacrificial pawn?

That’s even possible?

“They’re political rivals, surprisingly.”

“...”

“Korea would be limited in how we respond. They’d have made a gesture of goodwill—punished someone. We’d have to back off a little.”

We’d have to accept their so-called apology just to keep up appearances.

Even if it was bullshit.

“But you’re different. You’re a private individual.”

A walking WMD, basically.

Two S-rank Hunters throwing a tantrum on the world stage.

“If we spin it as ‘the Hunter couldn’t bear to see his homeland trampled,’ it’ll work. And hey—didn’t the Forbidden City become your property anyway?”

Destroying a nation’s most iconic historical structure...?

That’s gonna be straight dopamine for the public.

“Building demolition content, followed by enemy commander groveling content...?”

I was already drooling.

Couldn’t even stop the smile tugging at my lips.

“Smash it however you want. We’ll handle the cleanup.”

You bastards are so fucked.

****

After a very productive talk with the president, we were on our way back home.

As expected, breaking news alerts started flooding in.

[BREAKING: China slaps sudden tariffs & visa restrictions]

[China hits Korean products with high tariffs... ‘Squeezing Korea’s economy begins’]

[Flights to Korea suspended across the board — but why?]

It wasn’t just the mainstream networks—talk was erupting everywhere.

Apparently, Korean companies with factories in China were already being hit by Public Security crackdowns.

The official reason? “Inevitable measures in response to threats against national sovereignty.”

I couldn’t stop grinning.

“You’re really that happy, Hero?”

“Of course. They’re throwing logs straight into the fire for me.”

A nation that kept picking fights, and now I get to demolish its crown jewel?

Just thinking about the dopamine hit got my blood pumping.

“But like... am I actually allowed to go demolish it like that?”

“Well, according to the president, as long as you avoid cultural heritage laws and international backlash, you’re good.”

“Yeah. I mean, technically, I own the place now.”

The cultural protection laws were basically meaningless at this point, and as for global reaction—well, the whole "They started it with economic sanctions" narrative should smooth that over.

I mean, even on paper, their sanctions were dripping with malice.

I drafted a big announcement for my channel.

The moment I posted it, my phone exploded with notifications.

The alerts didn’t stop all the way home.

[zlSuperStrongHero: Something BIG is coming]

It was like they’d all been waiting for it. Viewers poured in the moment I went live.

They immediately questioned what we were wearing.

[What’s with the outfits?]

[Saintess in black tights god DAMN]

[Are those for sale? Asking for a friend.]

“I’ve got an important announcement for everyone today.”

[Why does he look like a construction worker tho?]

[Dude’s off to do manual labor lmao]

[That club still freaks me out every time 😂]

Lyla was still in her office look, and I was dressed like a construction worker—helmet, reflective vest, the whole deal.

Why the worksite outfit?

Because obviously, I was about to demolish something.

[Why are you doing it yourself tho?]

[You’re rich, just hire someone smh]

[Tbh, he'd be faster anyway lol]

“I’m thinking of tearing down a building and putting a villa there instead.”

[Wait, that’s the big announcement?]

[Uhh okay?? That’s kinda random lol]

“I get that a streamer buying property isn’t exactly breaking news... But once you hear which building I’m demolishing, you’re gonna lose your minds.”

[What, the 63 Building?]

[He’s gonna take down Lotte Tower??]

“You’ve all heard about China’s sanctions, right?”

[If {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} you haven’t, you’re a spy.]

[Pretty sure there aren’t any spies left lol]

[They’re doing this just outta spite tbh.]

“I’m going to destroy the Forbidden City.”

[?????]

[Wait WHAT]

[It’s happening LMFAOOOO]

[Let’s fkin goooooo]

I’ve warned them so many times.

If they pulled this kind of crap, I’d go wreck it for real.

They ignored the warnings, and now they had to own it.

“Y’all ever heard of ‘Entrance Defense’ mode?”

[Huh?]

[Bro pulling out ancient Korean folk games???]

[Only noobs play that mode lmao]

It’s a custom game mode where you have to defend the gate against incoming waves of monsters.

“Well, I’m coming. Try to hold me off.”

[LMAOOO “Welcome~!”]

[Let’s fkin GOOOOOO]

[Wait wait slow down I just ordered chicken!]

[ALL HANDS ON DECK!!!]

“See you all in China.”

I ended the stream and stood up immediately.

Then Lyla and I sat down for a casual coffee break.

Because everyone knows—true transformation content always starts with a pause.

“Which part should I smash first to really make it legendary?”

“Hmm... Probably the Emperor’s personal residence, right?”

“Mmm. Lyla, you’re really becoming a pro content creator.”

“Hehe~”

By now, my little announcement had already gone viral across Weibo, WeChat, and every other Chinese platform.

A halo formed over my head as my body slowly began to lift off the ground.

“All right, let’s do this!”

It was just another miserable Monday for everyone else.

But for the sake of dopamine, Korea’s Bulldozer was leaving a path straight to China.

For one purpose only—

Building. Demolition.