“Dear brothers and sisters, today we gather at St. Peter’s Square to commemorate a special moment. This young person beside us is someone who brings hope and healing light to humanity.”
The reason behind the Pope’s speech being absolutely necessary.
The Pope is recognized as a spiritual leader and moral authority to 1.5 billion Catholic believers worldwide.
In my past life, I seriously underestimated the power of religion.
Going against human belief is a million times harder than trying to divert a river.
Therefore, it’s only natural to be incorporated into faith.
“The paralyzed, the blind, the woman suffering from hemorrhage. Jesus healed countless sick people with love and mercy. The Dreaming Mode of NoName is another way of practicing God’s love through the tools of science and magic.”
The Pope’s speech was being live-streamed as an enormous hologram.
People were ecstatic with every word he spoke.
“We should all take inspiration from the courage and dedication shown by Na-me. Do not be afraid. We must shed our fears, ensure that new technologies are used for good and ethical purposes, and through that, create a better world. Na-me, may you transmit hope and healing to more people through the magic that is akin to divine grace.”
“I am glad to be of help. May God’s grace always be with you. Thank you.”
Grandpa Pope turned, revealing a gentle smile.
It’s a strange feeling to have such a peaceful one-on-one with a Pope in my life.
The Pope continued to express concerns about the global geopolitical situation, addressing issues like hunger, resource exploitation, and immigration.
“Well done.”
After the speech, I wrapped up my duties at the Vatican with a boring group photo and a handshake.
Now it was time to leave Vatican City and take a train to Milan.
“Let’s go quickly.”
“Why?”
“Just… If there are too many people, it makes me dizzy.”
To be honest, I was a little afraid that a single word from the Pope would cause people’s heads to explode.
That moment ranked in the top three of the most disgusting scenes I had ever witnessed in my life.
The Hyperloop Train had a unique layout where each cabin had arranged seats.
I turned on the broadcast I had paused earlier and met the surging number of viewers again.
[NoName]
[Just Chatting – Meeting the Pope’s Aftermath]
[Broadcasting Time – 2:26:19]
[Number of Viewers – 324,851]
“How do I look? Haven’t I become a little more sacred? This must be what receiving a buff from 1.5 billion feels like.”
-Holy Na-me edition?
-Religion = Buff is the universal law, lol
-Is the Pope also a Na-me fan? The whole world is going Na-me crazy.
-Humans didn’t patent their genetic material ← Na-me is already GOAT from here.
-Supporting Angel Na-me.
-Great Archangel.
-There were rumors of the Pope’s health issues, but he seems healthier lately. Is it the influence of the Dream Capsule?
I rambled on about the events at the Vatican.
“Sis, you bit the souvenir medal earlier. I was seriously laughing inside, haha.”
“I didn’t mean to… Just didn’t it seem right to bite something that’s gold?”
[‘Nick3997’ donated 20,000 won!]
-In Christianity, human cloning is strictly prohibited, but what did the Pope think of Adella?
“Saetbyeol? Cloning? Who exactly am I cloning here? Saetbyeol is no different from a child I birthed with my heart, or rather, magic. Are you trying to demean 3 billion mothers worldwide as unethical people?”
“Uh oh…! Was I a baby?”
-Lol, insane!
-Adella being born from magic isn’t wrong, lol!
-Na-me’s mom attribute can’t happen! That’s too much!
-The baby develops exceptionally fast, ^^.
-Invincible logic, lol!
[‘SilviaHern’ donated 1,392,000 won!]
-May you be blessed by God 😊😊😊 I truly appreciate Na-me’s spiritual aspect 😊😊😊
With respect to religion, high-value donations continued to roll in.
There were quite a few who donated hundreds of thousands without even inserting donation notes.
It was a tempting situation for anyone, but I resolutely drew the line.
“The Pope I met today truly deserves so much respect, and I sincerely thank the Catholic believers for their hospitality. However, receiving such donations as a non-Catholic would be excessive greed. All the money received until now will be donated to the Pope’s foundation. As the chat window is a public space with diverse people, I hope we can refrain from discussing religious topics from this moment on.”
Being able to cut off political and religious debates is a virtue a streamer must have.
But was it perhaps the Pope’s immense power at play?
There were still some trying to drag in spicy topics to the surface.
“When in doubt, attack outside.”
It seemed the time had come to employ this ancient strategy, one that had stood the test of time alongside human history.
‘I need something that can draw major attention… Oh, that’s right!’
The greatest upset in the 28th National Exchange Tournament.
「Giselle Fischer vs Monica Ricci」 Match 113 Highlights
“Speaking of which, I’m on my way to meet Lady Monica Ricci. After all, I’m the champion of the National Exchange Tournament. Let’s do a little review.”
“That smile is evil, sister.”
“Hehe.”
Well, not many Italian viewers in my room.
Maybe only about a hundred, which the managers could easily control.
-Kraaaack! To the Italians, this is poison!!! Please have mercy!!!
-LOL, hilarious!
-What are you going to do while watching the stream, haha?
-Yeah, Na-me’s the boss~ What can you do while watching~?
-Lol, wasn’t that the match where Argentina and Italy both exploded?
-Yep, it’s the Italian Doomsday.
-After winning the Euro, they got too cocky and ended up in the round of 16, haha.
-I’m French, but if you play this, I acknowledge Na-me as Joan of Arc.
-I’m British, but if you play this, I acknowledge Na-me as King Arthur.
Play
With a single video, I could feed 300,000 people. Isn’t that a higher yield than the miracle of the loaves and fishes?
“Om nom nom.”
I chewed on the crab meat sticks I had packed as a snack.
*
“KYAAAAH! Crazy, crazy, crazy! Why is NoName playing that live?!”
Monica Ricci, the youngest daughter of the esteemed Ricci family, was covering her head with a pillow and thrashing around on her bed.
Her lion-mane-like abundant golden hair was in disarray, causing her stylist to hold the back of her neck in distress.
But Monica didn’t have the luxury to care for her own well-being.
“No, no! Stop it, please!”
She faced her embarrassing past flowing out through the gaps in her fingers.
[Die.]
[Giselle Fischer! Giselle Fischer will never stop this time!]
[Defeating Europe’s champion Italy! Making Monica Ricci kneel!]
It was uncertain how many days she had spent haunted by nightmares since being eliminated by Giselle Fischer.
Monica Ricci, who had only slightly more hair than others, now bore a huge scar on her perfect life due to the National Exchange Tournament.
‘Everyone forgets that I was the one who led us to the Euro win…?’
She bit her nails hard. Her bloodshot eyes flashed red.
Ever since the match, ‘Arrogant’ became a prefix that followed Monica Ricci wherever she went.
Of course, viewing the replay herself, there were plenty of moments she could have secured her victory.
‘But that was all for conserving stamina. I didn’t know Giselle Fischer would have such strong endurance!’
Not every game could be played like she did against Nathan Chen.
Originally thinking it was an excellent stamina potion, since then she had been unable to escape from the long slump.
Family pressure continued, with talks of retiring from magic battles and taking business classes.
In normal circumstances, she could have used training as an excuse to skip family events.
However, Duke Ricci issued an order for Monica to be present.
[If Na-me brings up something, you must agree that it’s correct. Dad always emphasized that there are only three times in life when you need to bow your head. And this right here is that time.]
Since Na-me launched the Dream Stone, half of the Ricci family assets disappeared.
“It’s funny. What does that little thing even mean… Yeah, maybe it makes sense…”
Having regained her senses, Monica swiftly acknowledged it.
She had to be careful; getting on her father’s bad side could mean being banned from magic battles forever.
Wiping the unpleasant expression from her face, she wobbled to her feet.
“I’m sorry. I suddenly got hot and rolled around on the cool blanket. Can you fix my hair again?”
Monica handed the stylist a 500-euro note as a tip.
She vowed to herself she would not easily yield her hair as the heiress of the Ricci family.
*
The dinner banquet hosted by the Ricci family.
It was no coincidence that Monica was assigned to sit next to Na-me.
As both had participated in the National Exchange Tournament that year, it was likely intended for her to act friendly.
“Hello, I’m Monica Ricci. We met last summer, do you remember NoName?”
“Of course I do, Lady Ricci.”
“You can call me Monica.”
“I was actually thinking about you on the way here since I had just watched a match highlighting your casting skills. You’re absolutely extraordinary.”
In that moment, Monica could hardly contain her fury and nearly slammed her hands on the table.
To her, it was nothing short of a nightmare – only Giselle Fischer enjoyed the match.
‘Go ahead, give me any advice. I’ll counter every single point!’
With sharp thorns set inside, Monica had no way of knowing Na-me would not miss this.
“By the way, Monica, your hair is truly beautiful.”
“What?”
“It seems you use an amazing treatment. How is it that not a single tip is split? May I touch it, if you don’t mind?”
“Uh, yeah…!”
Caught off guard, Monica consented without thinking.
Na-me curiously began to touch Monica’s hair with gentle fingers.
What on earth could this possibly mean? Just when she had no clue at all,
“Chef, do you happen to have Aglio e Olio Pasta on today’s menu?”
“It’s planned for the side. Would you like me to prepare it for the two of you?”
“I’d like a slightly weaker Aglio e Olio Pasta, and if you have salami slices, please include that as well. Monica and I love wrapping our pasta with it. Right, Monica?”
“Huh? Me…?”
“You said it was delicious last time I made it.”
“Ah, no…!”
The atmosphere in the dining room suddenly turned grim.
How dare you wrap the sacred pasta in salami? that was evident in their eyes.
Monica shot a pleading look at her father, but Duke Ricci tightly shut his eyes.
Both choices must have felt like suicide.
“I… like it, please.”
Monica’s thin voice trembled uncontrollably.
