Chapter 19: The Story from the Saint’s Stream That Won MVP

A six-versus-six game featuring a total of twelve players showcasing their unique playstyles: Rainbow Tales.

In this game, the priest is undeniably a role that struggles to take center stage.

Warriors who lead the charge and plant their flags on the frontlines, rogues who use their agility for dazzling plays or force difficult choices on opponents with their poisons, and mages who can shift the entire battlefield with a single spell all shine brightly.

In comparison, priests, who provide healing and buffs from the safest part of the field, rarely get the spotlight.

There’s a reason why they’re mockingly called “healbots.”

While indispensable for smooth gameplay and crucial to team dynamics, their role lacks the impact that leaves a lasting impression in major moments.

Thus, it’s rare for a priest to earn MVP.

That happens only when they pull off a spectacular feat with an ultimate skill or when the rest of the team performs so averagely that there’s no other clear candidate for the honor.

After spending an extended period sitting in proper posture and intensely focusing, combined with typing—something I’m still not fully accustomed to despite the improvement—I felt aches everywhere, especially in my hands, arms, and most of all, my shoulders.

I massaged my aching shoulders while thinking about the cause.

It’s not as if my chest is testing how much weight my shoulders can bear, but they were certainly surrendering to gravity with gusto.

Damn.

I can’t just cut off my breasts, can I?

At this rate, I might as well install some kind of chest rest on my chair.

At least I’m wearing a bra.

I had hesitated several times before finally deciding to wear the oversized scrap of fabric that came with the nun’s habit—large enough to fit a whole head inside.

But the growing physical pain made me decide that enduring a little embarrassment over wearing women’s underwear wasn’t too high a price to pay.

Such is my life, I sighed as I glanced at the monitor.

About ten minutes had passed since today’s match ended.

Due to intentional delays added to prevent “map-peeking,” the broadcast wasn’t truly live, but it still featured replays and commentary from the desk.

There, in one corner of the screen, was a small window with “Saint” softly smiling, quietly decorating the display.

That small window?

It was none other than the MVP window provided by the tournament.

Apart from that, the rest of the screen displayed in-game replays.

The broadcast highlighted the match’s key moments, with commentators praising the players in their own animated way, calling out great plays.

I turned down the volume and closed my ears, feeling a bit embarrassed as they exaggeratedly praised my performance, almost screaming my nickname.

Watching the screen in silence, my attention was soon drawn to the scrolling text that suddenly zipped across a corner of my monitor.

It was my personal livestream’s chat window, left open idly during the match because direct in-game broadcasting was prohibited.

[That was insane…]

[Damn, sis, you were awesome! You’re the best!]

[The MVP window’s more detailed since it’s a tournament, huh?]

[Total HP restored: 0…? Overheals: 0??? Missed targets: 0…????]

[Isn’t this a bug? LOL]

[The number of crisis saves is driving me crazy. Is this Yellow’s true potential?]

[What is a “crisis save”? Asking for the fourth time.]

[It’s Yellow’s true power, of course. LOL]

[Is this really the same priest who racked up 24 straight losses before the tournament? This is truly inspiring…]

[Haha, anyway, it was intentional losing. LOL. They were trying to participate as Green but failed. LOL.]

[Is this for real?]

[What is a “crisis save”? Asking for the fifth time, what is a “crisis save”? Asking for the fifth time, what is a “crisis save”? Asking for the fifth time…]

[Can’t read Korean? It literally means saving someone from a crisis.]

[What does that even mean, you weeb? What does that even mean, you weeb? What does that even mean, you weeb?]

[It’s counted when you save an ally who’s about to die, duh.]

[Are you even playing Lethe? How do you not know what a crisis save is?]

[It’s understandable since it doesn’t appear in the game. It only shows briefly at the end of the results screen.]

[It’s also hard to rack up. LOL. Only priests who like to brag about how much they saved know it well. Maybe that’s your job?]

[Bragging is too vulgar… Please call it “braggalogue” instead…]

[What’s this idiot even saying?]

[Is Nuna even human? Is Nuna even human? Is Nuna even human?]

[Are they using a program? LOL. It’s rare, but a flawless zero overheals can happen with really skilled priests.]

[Didn’t they add an extra zero to the crisis saves?]

[If they did, the last number should be zero, not eight. Are you a boomer who sees 8 as 0??]

[The heal calculations were genuinely perfect, just enough to keep people from dying. LOL.]

[That garbage talent “Last Ditch Effort” actually looked OP for once.]

[The mana management and everything else—this was just the ideal priest performance. MVP deserved.]

[The host who saved 128 deaths… That’s insane…]

[How do you even calculate that? Are you dumb?]

[Just agree with it and move on. Goo goo gaga.]

[Zero ultimate skill uses, and a traditional priest won MVP? That’s rare…]

[Host! I permit you to marry me! Host! I permit you to marry me! Host! I permit you to marry me!]

[Don’t go to the enemy streamer’s room. It’s basically a funeral over there. LOL.]

[What? You’re saying we should go clean up the beef soup?]

[You’re evil. LOL.]

[Thank you for watching The Berserker That Wouldn’t Fall.]

[The enemy warrior is crying like it’s a bug. LOL.]

[Yeah, I’m a berserker, but I won’t die for you. I’ll never die~~]

[Is there a kid here?]

[Yeah, “Last Ditch Effort!” With 1 HP left, all penalties recovered, attack buffed like crazy, huh? Gonna hit me? Gonna kill me? Nope! Saint’s heal!! Survives with 1 HP again, attacks again ZZZZZ Merong~ Getting mad? Too bad! Die, die, die!]

[Is the level of this chat for real?]

[That kid might not even be a kid.]

[Holy crap, Saint and Berserker synergy is insane.]

[The coach who managed to get both of them on the same team is a genius.]

[Stop lying. The Saint was an unsold pick they were forced to take. LOL. It was pure coincidence. LOL.]

[Coach, please don’t do this here.]

[Anyone watching would think only the Saint and Berserker contributed. The other teammates were amazing too.]

[oᄌᄄᄋᄌ Please show lots of love for Hold Medic.]

[Coming from the stock chat, what’s going on here??]

[Why?]

[I was busy and didn’t watch the stream for about a week. It seems like the streamer broke down. They’re playing properly now without shouting Awakening! and acting crazy.]

[They got hit on the head.]

[Maybe it’s because they’re about to die, LOL.]

[But shouldn’t the streamer be back by now?]

[That jerk’s probably just lurking, LOL.]

[Streamer!! Turn on your mic right now!!]

[Do you want someone to actually die from waiting to hear your voice????]

[There’s always a way at times like this. Hold on for a bit.]

『Streamer, come out! Yap! donated 10,000 won!
I enjoyed watching the priest gameplay. Isn’t it about time for you to show up?』

Well, with the chat’s energy waning and the hype dying down, I was just about to start streaming anyway.

I turned on the mic.

But then, for a moment—a fleeting moment—I was overwhelmed by a mix of exhaustion and the relief of having accomplished something yet again. My body swayed slightly and didn’t quite respond.

Luckily, I was sitting properly, so I didn’t topple over, but it took me a few deep breaths and a moment to fully prepare for the stream again.

In the meantime, only the static noise caused by the mic turning on seemed to be broadcast to the listeners.

The dying chat suddenly flared up again.

[How much does this place even charge???]

[Seems like more than 10,000 won, LOL.]

[So expensive, ugh.]

[“Ugh” my foot.]

[If you’re mad, don’t watch~~ (Which totally means someone should donate more.)]

[What is this, a luxury bar? Why is it so expensive?]

[What’s a luxury bar, sir?]

[Kids, stay out of this.]

[There’s an old-timer lecturing in a simp-filled room for a saint streamer, LOL.]

[Ahem, not a saint but a sinner, mind you.]

[Doesn’t the streamer sue jerks like that?]

[If I get sued, I might get to see the streamer’s face, which is a win, right? Maybe I should…]

[Is there really a need to ruin your illusions?]

[What are you guys even expecting, LOL? It’s wise to see a headless horseman as just a headless horseman.]

[At least a horseman has a head. What about this streamer?]

[The streamer has in-game customization options, so what’s the problem?]

[Streamer!!!!!!]

[If you don’t show up soon, we’ll spam inappropriate comments!!!]

[Hey, streamer, are you just going to watch while we post annoying stuff? Hurry up and clean the chat, LOL.]

[Crazy people, LOL, LOL, LOL.]

[Let me check the pricing… Looks like I’ll only eat kimchi this month, darn it.]

『Streamer, come out! Yap! donated 30,000 won!
You’re insane… you’re insane… you’re insane…』

“Ah, hello.”

Oh.

It was a coincidence.

I had just finished preparing and was about to speak when it happened.

I really didn’t mean to time my response to the donation…

But because of the weird timing, I ended up sounding like I was only responding for the money.

The chat, already ablaze, showed no signs of calming down, and I felt like a king watching rebellious peasants riot after some harsh policies.

Embarrassed, I scratched my cheek and decided I couldn’t just leave it as it was.

“I’m here… Are you not going to watch?”

The voice I had adjusted slightly came out so clear and melodic that even I was startled for a moment.

Just that one sentence was enough to immediately calm the fiery chat.

Watching the same people who were spamming nonsense suddenly switch gears was so amusing that I let out a small laugh.

Apparently, they liked it because the chat soon filled with Noona, I’m dying and heart emojis.

With that, my stream began as usual.