Streaming in Another World: I Built a Religion

Dilhan Ven Londor scratched the back of his head, staring at the door to Principal Eldra's office. He wasn't particularly nervous—just annoyed that he had to deal with another lecture. His hand hovered near the door to knock, but before his knuckles could make contact, a firm, authoritative voice called from inside.

"Come in, Dilhan."

His brow furrowed. How does she always know? He pushed the door open and stepped in, greeted by the sight of Principal Eldra standing by the large window. The tall, elegant woman was dressed in her usual flowing black robes adorned with faint runic designs. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders as she gazed outside, her back to him.

It was as though she'd been expecting him.

"Dilhan Ven Londor," she began without turning around, her tone calm but laced with authority.

Dilhan groaned internally. Here we go.

"The brother of Mesuna Ven Londor," she continued, her voice unwavering, "and the only son of Duke Ven Londor of the Principality of Crekork."

At this, Eldra turned to face him, her piercing green eyes locking onto his with the kind of intensity that could make anyone squirm. Anyone except Dilhan, who just stood there with his usual slouched posture, half-listening.

She smiled faintly, a mix of nostalgia and expectation in her expression. "I was very familiar with your family. Your father is an extraordinary man—one of the finest rulers Crekork has seen in decades. And your mother, the Duchess Ven Londor, is one of my closest and dearest friends."

Dilhan tilted his head to the side and began absentmindedly cleaning his ear with his pinky finger, clearly uninterested in her nostalgia trip. Eldra noticed, and her smile faded as her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Dilhan," she said, her voice low but sharp.

"Huh?" He straightened up instinctively, almost stumbling back. The glare she sent his way could pierce through armor.

Clearing her throat, Eldra softened her expression. "I'm saying all this because I have expectations for you." She paused, walking slowly to her desk and placing her hands on its surface. "Your parents—your father especially—would not want to see you waste your potential. Neither would I."

Dilhan shoved his hands in his pockets, leaning against the doorframe with a bored look. "Potential, huh? And what exactly do you think I'm wasting?"

Eldra raised an eyebrow. "Everything."

That made him pause. For a moment, the room felt heavier, as though her words carried a weight he couldn't brush off so easily.

"I know what you're capable of," she continued. "Your mana affinity is far beyond that of most students here. Yet, instead of focusing on honing your skills or achieving anything worthwhile, you spend your time getting into trouble, avoiding your responsibilities, and acting as though none of this matters."

Dilhan shrugged, his tone indifferent. "Maybe it doesn't."

Eldra sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're lucky your mother doesn't know half of what you've been up to." She fixed him with a pointed look. "Because if she did, you wouldn't hear the end of it."

"Good thing she doesn't, then," he replied with a cheeky grin.

Eldra's eyes narrowed again, but instead of reprimanding him further, she took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. "Look, Dilhan, I'll be honest with you. I don't want to see my friend disappointed. Your mother believes in you, and so do I. But belief means nothing if you don't show results. I want to see some achievements from you—something that proves you're taking your future seriously."

"Achievements?" Dilhan echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Like what? Winning some stupid tournament? Writing a 10,000-word essay on mana theory? Not exactly my style."

"I don't care how you do it," Eldra replied firmly. "Just do something worth noticing."

Dilhan sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. Anything else?"

Eldra leaned forward, her gaze intense. "Yes."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever mana you use—whatever power you tap into—I expect it to be for a good reason. No recklessness, no petty fights, and absolutely nothing you'll regret later." Her tone was icy now, each word landing like a stone.

Dilhan blinked. For a moment, the casual smirk slipped from his face. Eldra rarely spoke with this level of seriousness, and it caught him off guard.

"Got it?" she asked, her voice softer but no less commanding.

"…Yeah," he muttered.

"Good. You're free to leave."

Dilhan turned to go, but as his hand reached for the door, Eldra's voice stopped him one last time.

"Oh, and Dilhan."

He glanced back over his shoulder.

"Don't make me regret putting faith in you."

Their eyes met briefly before he nodded, pushing the door open and stepping out into the hallway. As the door closed behind him, he let out a long breath and scratched his head again.

Old woman sure knows how to kill the vibe, he thought, stuffing his hands back into his pockets as he strolled down the hall. Still, her words lingered in the back of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to shrug them off.

Dilhan walked down the bustling hallway of the academy, his boots clicking against the polished stone floor. The usual crowd was there, chatting in groups, pretending not to notice him while making sure he could hear every word.

"Oh, look who it is," one of the boys muttered to his friends.

"Dilhan Ven Londor," another said with an exaggerated tone, grinning mockingly. "The pride of the Londor family, huh? What a mess they must've been in to send him here."

Snickers rippled through the group as Dilhan walked past, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his face utterly indifferent.

"Do you think his sister's embarrassed?" a girl added with a giggle.

"Nah," someone else replied. "She's probably too busy being amazing to even remember he exists."

Dilhan didn't slow down, didn't even glance their way. Let them talk, he thought. Words are free, and that's all they've got.

He kept walking, tuning them out as his mind drifted to something more pressing.

Crystals, he thought. I need more damn crystals.

The thought alone made him groan internally. Mana crystals were essential for his streams, allowing him to channel his mana and broadcast his unique "entertainment" to the world of Oceros. But they weren't cheap, and finding money to buy them was becoming a bigger pain than anything else in his life.

He sighed. What the hell am I gonna do for my next stream?

The academy didn't exactly encourage students to work, and the allowance his family sent was just enough to cover his basic needs—not his "hobby," as they called it.

Should I sell drugs?

The thought flashed across his mind for a split second before he shook his head, his lips curling into a wry smile. "Nah," he muttered under his breath. "That'll just land me in a whole lot of trouble. Ruin my life for good if I get caught."

Still, the problem remained. How else could he make easy money?

His thoughts raced as he exited the main building and headed toward the dorms. The air outside was crisp, a light breeze brushing against his face as he considered his options.

What if I could get my viewers to donate? he mused, a spark of hope lighting in his chest. If I opened up a way for them to support me directly, I wouldn't have to scrape by like this.

It wasn't just about the money, though. Streaming was his dream—his passion.

"It's hard enough as it is," he muttered to himself, kicking a loose pebble on the path. "Everyone around here is constantly bitching about how I need to 'do better' or 'live up to my family's expectations.' Like I give a damn about any of that."

He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The faint hum of mana-powered lanterns filled the air as the academy grounds began to light up with the setting sun.

"I wasn't reincarnated into this world to be their little perfect son or some boring knight like they want," he muttered. His voice grew firmer as he continued, as if trying to convince himself as much as anyone else. "I was reincarnated to show these people what real entertainment looks like. To bring them something they've never seen before. To make them feel something."

His pace slowed as he reached a small garden near the dorms, the quiet solitude giving him space to think.

"I'll achieve it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with determination. "I don't care what anyone says. I'll become the first and most popular streamer in Oceros. They'll all see it."

A grin tugged at his lips as he imagined it—thousands, no, millions of people watching his streams, laughing, cheering, and supporting him. He could almost hear their voices now, the sound of his name echoing across the world.

He clenched his fists, his heart racing with excitement.

"Just wait," he said, his voice full of resolve. "I'll show them all. The Londor name won't matter. The academy won't matter. None of it will. I'll make my own path, and I'll do it my way."

For now, though, there was the small issue of figuring out how to survive until his next stream.

With a sigh, he turned toward the dorms, his mind already churning through ideas. One step at a time, he told himself. Figure out the crystals, plan the stream, then take over the world.

His grin returned, sharper and more determined than ever.