Streamer in the Omniverse

World information, stream information, and plans.

"Thank you, Geralt. The food was amazing."

Waving to the bartender, whom I discovered was also the owner of this inn, I leaned back in my chair. The quiet night had allowed me to sleep without difficulty; it seemed I was more tired than I had expected.

It was almost noon, if what my phone says is true. I woke up early but took my time getting out of bed; I was studying everything I could on the app, and the summary I can give is:

I'm an idiot, and I'm probably screwed.

Let's start from the beginning, the first point. For this, I blame stress and my years on the internet. I confused Red with a guy, even though her nickname literally had 'Huntress' in it, but as I said, I blame the internet; everyone is a guy until proven otherwise.

Second point: After thinking for a bit, I think I know who Red is. If I put together everything I know about her, she's a teenage girl, maybe a student. She has a weapon that's a scythe/rifle, and judging by her nickname, she likes red.

Rose, or Ruby something, I can't remember, I didn't watch the series, but I have a friend who talked about it enough for the character's description to stick in my head. A little girl with a giant scythe who kills dark things, if my memory serves me right.

Sighing, I take a sip of my drink, alcohol, I think I'm going to need it.

Third point: When they said 'Countless realities,' I thought they could be parallel worlds, aliens, not literally worlds I considered fictional. TV series, anime, games, books, anyone could enter my stream and see me screwing up. No pressure.

This brings me to the fourth point: If there are infinite worlds, countless realities, why the hell did I have only one viewer in eight hours? I checked, no one watched me sleep; I have a video of the live stream saved in the app, which is good; I can review it and see if I missed anything.

But moving on, there were supposed to be many people, even if they weren't interested in 'infinite worlds,' theoretically there would be 'infinite people.' Well... no, and I found out why.

It was in the beginner's guide; I had read it hastily last time. I blame those damn eyes; I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. But after reading it more carefully, I found this part.

[The streamer, (Me) needs to achieve fame in his current world, the more famous the streamer is, the live stream will appear in more worlds for a longer time.]

What I took from this was that my stream was like a fly; sometimes it landed here, sometimes there, but it didn't stay in one place for long, and since it was just ONE fly, it didn't appear in more than one world at a time.

Sucks if you ask me. Anyway, there's another part; it's not all bad news. Fifth point.

[The streamer's followers, (In this case, only Red) can access the live stream at any time when it's online.]

And the part that gave me some relief was this.

[The streamer's followers can send a unique invitation to someone else and invite them to watch the stream.]

In other words, at least when I open the stream, Red will receive a notification and can join without relying on luck again. She could even invite someone else to the live; she mentioned having a sister, Yang, if I recall correctly. I'll see if I can get Red to invite her; two heads are better than one.

And moving on to the bad news! Well, sixth point: expenses. The store was incredibly expensive, seriously, everything cost in the thousands.

[ Camera models:

First-person camera: 10,000 SP.

Long-distance camera: 7,000 SP.

Angle camera: 4,000 SP.

Omnidirectional camera: 30,000 SP ]

And so on, everything was damn expensive, chat enhancements? Bam! Five thousand SP, unlock the donate button? Bam! Ten thousand SP, and so forth. Finishing my glass, I waved to the only waitress in the tavern. It seems she gets busy only at night; it's less crowded in the morning and afternoon.

"Could you bring me another beer, please, actually, make it two, I need to drink." She just nodded and went to the counter to talk to Geralt. At least I had a drink.

Considering that a three-hour stream with Red earned me thirteen SP, the future looked bleak...

Seventh, better, and final point: I had privileges, or rather, some of my items did. The map and the inventory, or as it's actually called, the VoidBag.

[Living Map LV1: 100 SP]

[VoidBag LV1: 100 SP]

The tools, sword, pickaxe, and axe didn't have upgrades, so I'll need others in the future, the same goes for potions. And no, there are no potions for sale in the store, I checked.

Taking the two glasses of drink from the waitress, I thanked her and continued to drink. I also talked to Geralt, seeking information; I made up a story that I was from a distant village and didn't know the 'big city.' I didn't need to lie; I really didn't know anything.

He explained the basics and the main reason I was drinking. I knew the name of the kingdom I was in. Not that I had visited or heard of anyone, but because I had played it. Terraria, the kingdom was called Terraria!

I really hoped it wasn't the game world, but with my shitty luck, it would be, and my friends, it wasn't a very nice place to live.

On one hand, I had the possibility to become strong, to enhance myself with godlike equipment. Of course, if I were a game character, which I wasn't.

A giant microbe that infects and corrupts everything. A massive flesh blob that devours and causes symbiosis with everything it touches. Ancient gods, beings from other dimensions.

After a few minutes of reading, I didn't find anything suspicious. It was just a standard contract. It wasn't the best, it had only one clause I didn't like, but it was fair.

If I signed the contract, I would officially become a member of the Guild and could take missions based on my badge level. In my case, it was the lowest possible. They even had a small summary, I guess to encourage people.

In order from lowest to highest:

Copper: This was the level for people who had just joined the Guild; most people would move out of this level in one or two weeks.

Bronze: This was the level where you were considered for 'party' or group invitations.

Silver: The level of most contractors, the most common, and also the level of most of the city's militia.

Steel: This level was a division; here began the Guild's 'Elite,' people who were called for important missions, noble escorts, defense, and monster eliminations, etc.

Gold: The level or equivalent to what the gate guards had. Here you could already be considered a minor noble without titles. The respect of a noble but without everything else.

Platinum: The level or equivalent of the army generals. Here you could be considered someone of respect, already with some power.

And the last one: it was confusing, but in essence, it was 'Gem': Here were truly the strongest that the kingdom and the Guild had to offer. I say confusing because the chosen gem varied from person to person, depending on their class and specialization.

Returning to the contract, as I said, it was common, even advantageous. The Guild would take ten percent of the profit from each mission I completed up to the steel level; then, it would drop to five percent, and at the gold level, I would get all the money.

But the part that made me hesitate was:

(In the event of a threat to the kingdom, all contractors must serve in the army until the threat is eliminated; in case of non-compliance, the contract becomes null, and you will be expelled from the Guild and placed on the blacklist forever).

Cool, everyone coming together to defend the kingdom and all that, but there was a catch. I wasn't from this kingdom, I couldn't care less if this place blew up or turned to ashes, besides the fact that I would need to find another place to earn money and sleep.

But as people say: beggars can't be choosers. If something happened, I'd just grab my stuff and leave.

After rereading the contract to make sure I hadn't missed anything, I signed it. The contract itself didn't seem to be magical, but the next part was.

"Do I just drop a drop of blood here?"

"Yes, that's all, quite simple."

Indeed, it was simple. I pricked my finger with the knife and let a drop of blood drip onto the medallion. Immediately, nothing happened, then the medallion shimmered a bit and began to transform; the color changed to something metallic. Copper. Then the tree in the center seemed to pulsate, and small grooves appeared just below the root.

(Devas Asura: Copper Rank.)

Explanatory and simple. My name and my rank. This was also explained in the contract. The medallion was linked to your blood, so it was like a fingerprint; each one had a different one, some with more tree roots, others with more leaves, some with animals or weapons. Mine?

"Different, never seen one like this before," the receptionist said.

Mine had what looked like a cellphone on the tree trunk, and in the middle of the cellphone, a button. And if what I was seeing wasn't hallucination, my system connected to it.

(Connection with Guild Medallion found: Achievement unlocked - Beginner Adventurer, the beginning of your story: 1000 SP).

(Connection with Guild Medallion found: Resource unlocked - Member Missions).

I was happy to get the free SP, but I'd look into it more later. I waved to the receptionist.

"Do you keep the contract, or can I have a copy?" It's better to be safe.

She seemed excited about something. "Here, I'll get another copy; by the way, my name is Nyssa, nice to meet you, Mr. Devas."

She turned and went to get something from the shelf behind her, leaning over and giving me a view of her plump behind and a black cat tail swaying. I couldn't complain; it was a great view.

But I would be an idiot not to notice the difference in treatment. Mr.? Maybe she thought I was some nobleman's disguised son or something? Shrugging, I enjoyed the view, as I said, I wouldn't complain.

She seemed to smile at that and swayed her hips a bit, then turned and grinned.

"Here, for you, do you need anything else?" She winked seductively and ran her fingers over my hand as I took the extra contract.

I smiled back and put the contract in my inventory while shaking my head in denial. This cat's luck was that I had a lot to do, a lot to think about. Work before pleasure, as my late grandfather used to say.

She seemed a little sad at the refusal, if the ears flattened on top of her head were anything to go by, but she smiled anyway.

"I understand, good luck then; if you want to pick up a mission or have any questions, come to me, I'll personally assist you," she winked and blew a kiss in my direction.

I waved and turned to leave. I had no intention of picking up a mission, at least not today; I needed equipment, at least a leather armor. I need to see if there's some kind of monster encyclopedia too. I was a Terraria fan, but I'd be crazy not to expect things to be different from the game.

Here we go, I had plans to make.