“Thank you for subscribing and liking.”
Henry’s short remark was effective. Of course, it wasn’t just his words. His expression carried a hint of doubt, as if wondering whether he was being deceived, creating an air of uncertainty. Thanks to that, the mages burst into laughter, and in that moment, Henry gained significant attention.
Looking clumsy works. Not understanding the mages’ conversation from time to time, occasionally showing completely awkward reactions… That kind of thing.
He was beginning to get the idea. While there was certainly a foundation of goodwill, the mages seemed to enjoy the absurdity of a serious knight’s nonsense. And it wasn’t just that—this “spell” had tangible benefits.
[Wow, your subscriber count really is going up, lol.]
[If you gained nearly 30 in two days, that’s insanely fast!!]
[This guy is definitely going to make it soon, lol.]
“It’s all thanks to the mages for guiding me. I sincerely appreciate it.”
A faint smile formed on his lips—serious, but with genuine gratitude in his eyes.
Now, what should I do next?
He needed more subscribers. He needed more support. He had long realized that this was far more efficient than locking himself in a training hall for endless practice.
And then, there’s this.
[Current Subscribers: 28]
[Stage 2 Goal: 30]
Rewards will be granted upon reaching the goal.
When Henry first reached ten subscribers, he had gained access to the “Support Shop.” Now, with just two more subscribers, he would receive the next reward. After some thought, Henry made a decision.
“Mages.”
When in doubt, the best course of action was to ask.
“Is there anything you would like to see?”
Henry adapted quickly. Though the concept of broadcasting was unfamiliar, fortunately, he wasn’t just a rigid knight. He absorbed new information without bias and acknowledged its effectiveness. The realization that catering to the mages yielded better results than years of effort was something others might have found disheartening—but not Henry.
This is the best possible outcome. If effort alone could solve everything, I wouldn’t have ended up in this situation in the first place.
Rather than withering in failure, it was better to seize even the smallest stroke of luck. That was Henry Hamilton’s philosophy.
“Today’s schedule remains the same as yesterday. While the details may vary, we’ll begin with physical training…”
By now, Henry had the ability to craft a show that satisfied the mages. And of course, he didn’t neglect appearances—he had to maintain the image of a steadfast knight and a diligent trainee who never stopped striving.
Then, an interesting comment appeared.
[Wouldn’t it be better to appoint a manager? There are quite a few people watching now.]
A viewer who had been following Henry’s broadcast with interest introduced a new concept.
“My apologies. I don’t fully understand what a manager is.”
[Uh… How should I explain this?]
[Do we really need one? A simple chat bot should work.]
[No bots, lol.]
[You can’t just say, ‘This is my theme~’ yourself, lol.]
[Yeah, true, lol.]
Manager? bot? Henry watched the “chat window” quietly. He had only recently learned that the mages’ conversations were called “chat.”
“What exactly does a manager do…?”
Just as he was about to ask again—
[A manager can be assigned to manage the chat.]
“……”
Henry read the explanation without saying anything further. A manager would oversee the chat, introduce new viewers to Henry Hamilton, and answer various questions on his behalf.
So after training, when I say, ‘Next is sword practice’… they’d handle that for me?
Would he really need something like that? He thought for a moment, but the conclusion was obvious.
Yes, I do.
Then, the real question was—
Who should I ask?
The viewers were mages. While they enjoyed watching him, working as a manager was another matter.
“Well then, as suggested, I will try to recruit a manager…”
[Me!!!!! I’ll do it!!!!!]
[I’m available in the mornings, lol.]
[I’m a freelancer! Lots of free time! I sleep at 12 and wake up at 8, a model citizen!!]
[I’d love to, but I have work, sigh.]
What’s going on?
Henry was just a fledgling knight trainee who had barely gotten his footing. Without the mages’ help, he might have even lost that title soon. Yet, this overwhelming response… what was happening?
“Uh, then… I’ll choose two people…”
[Yes!!! Me!!! I’m an illustrator!!! I can do captions!!! Thumbnails!! I can even edit videos if you want!!]
[Whoa, we got a skilled person here, lol.]
[Then they can be the main manager, and we just need a sub-manager, lol.]
<‘Poporijang’ has donated 1,000 won!>
<“I can do a great job!!! I don’t have money, but… sob sob TT_TT”>
Poporijang. Henry definitely remembered that name.
They’ve always been particularly kind to me.
The decision didn’t take long.
“Then, I’ll entrust this role to Mage Poporijang. Thank you.”
[Thank you!! I’ll do my best!!! Really!!!]
“I should be the one thanking you. I look forward to working with you, Mage Poporijang.”
[Yep!!!!! And since I mostly work freelance, I can set my own schedule!!]
[Just need to cover one time slot, whether it’s morning, afternoon, or late at night!! Even if I’m busy!!]
[I’m single… and a full-time worker, so I’m free in the evenings… I can help with video editing… really well…]
[Wow, what a solid lineup, lol.]
The decision was practically made.
“Then, I will also ask Mage FireSolo for their help. Thank you.”
[Yes… I will… do my best…]
Henry reached out to the chat window, selected the mages’ names, and assigned them as managers. The effect was immediate—both names now had the title “Manager” displayed beside them.
“That should do it.”
[I’ll start setting up chat bots!!!]
[I’ll prepare background music for the opening later… copyright-free, of course…]
I don’t understand a word of this.
But what he did understand was that these two were preparing something for him.
[This is getting serious right from the start, lol.]
[The unique theme is helping with engagement, lol.]
[So, are we starting with exercise again today?]
The Archmage had provided timely support, and the other mages were overwhelmingly positive. Everything was set.
[Current Subscribers: 29]
Only one more to reach the second goal.
“I’ve rested too long.”
Henry circulated mana through his body and nodded.
“I will begin immediately.”
The new schedule was manageable without issue. Physical training went without saying, and swordsmanship practice followed naturally. The main focus was on how to make his mana-infused movements look as impressive as possible.
Meanwhile, his two newly appointed managers performed beyond his expectations.
[Henry Hamilton. A first-year trainee at the Ballaran Royal Academy, strictly maintaining his character concept. According to his setting, he has no talent for handling mana…]
That was Poporijang’s automated chat, appearing at regular intervals. It was so detailed that any new viewer could instantly understand who Henry Hamilton was. Thanks to this, newcomers integrated smoothly into the existing community, leading to concrete results.
[‘Twin-Headed Ogre’ has subscribed.]
[‘NoryangjinExpert’ has subscribed.]
[‘BaristaChoi’ has…]
The rise in subscriber count was clearly visible.
“Thank you for subscribing and liking the stream.”
Henry didn’t forget what he had learned and put it to good use. It was now the fifth day since he started streaming. As the day was drawing to a close—
[Subscribers: 42]
[Current Viewers: 33]
The results were right before Henry’s eyes.
[Wow, the numbers are going up so fast ㄷㄷㄷ]
[I swear, once you start watching, you just have to subscribe lol]
[This concept is insanely fresh lmao. Even when he asks for donations, it doesn’t feel bad here lolol]
[Sir, will you be streaming until 9 PM again today?]
“Thank you. Fortunately, I think I’ll be able to keep the stream running even after I return to my lodgings today.”
If possible, he was willing to stay up all night. In that moment, he even wondered if all the stamina training he had done up until now had been for this very purpose. Henry, at the very least, could go two days without sleep. However—
[The stream will end at 9 PM.]
The archmage’s decree left Henry with an awkward expression.
“…Sorry, but it seems I’ve been told to shut it down at nine. There are 20 minutes left.”
[Lol, the archmage??]
[What kind of cheat code is this?]
[And once again, it all comes back to magic lmao]
“He’s the one who gave me this opportunity. I’m just grateful, that’s all.”
[Is the archmage actually your parent or something?]
[Turn off the game and eat your dinner at nine!!!]
[Incoming backhand slap lol]
[I’m telling you, it’s possible lol, this is hilarious]
Parent, huh.
Perhaps that’s how it seemed to them. There weren’t many people in the world who would go to such lengths without expecting anything in return. Unlike mages who simply chased after their own interests, the archmage never interfered with Henry, no matter the situation. Even when he endured tedious training, he wasn’t disturbed—only receiving something when it was deemed necessary.
I have no idea why they’re doing this for me.
A wave of gratitude suddenly filled his chest. It was only the second day. Until now, he hadn’t had the time to really think about it, but the more he dwelled on it, the more the level of generosity seemed incomprehensible.
There must be a reason beyond my understanding.
Surely, there was some grand justification behind it. Pushing those thoughts aside, Henry began wrapping up the stream.
“Thank you for stopping by again today, mages. I’ll see you tomorrow at six.”
[Gi-bye!]
[I’ll be here first thing tomorrow, sir!!!!!]
[Re… rest… well…]
[See you tomorrow lol]
One by one, the mages logged out. And as the clock struck nine—
[The stream has ended.]
As expected, the archmage shut it down without fail.
“Haa…”
Now that it was over, his tension drained away. This sudden stroke of luck—at first, it had been overwhelming, but even after just two days, he felt like he was getting used to it.
“So this is streaming, huh.”
He stared at the blackened screen in silence. Even though the mages were gone, the chat they left behind remained. Watching for a moment, Henry then turned away.
Before long, his eyes fell on his lodgings, the very place where the mages had once joked, calling it a barn. He closed the door and sat down on the worn-out floor.
Well, there goes my sleep.
A Level 1 Talent Orb. Just by consuming it, Henry had acquired the talent of [Circulation].
So easily. So easily, in fact, that all my past efforts felt ridiculous.
That was what talent was. He simply could do it now.
And even using the path came naturally.
Not only had he formed the path, but his mana moved through it smoothly. Instructor Pike had once said during class:
[So you made a path? Congratulations. But this is just the beginning. Now, move the mana from your heart to your fingertips. Getting used to a path you’ve opened is several times harder than making it in the first place.]
But for me, it didn’t feel difficult at all. I wonder what it’s like for those naturally gifted with talent.
Perhaps they would never understand the struggles of the untalented. But Henry could understand—because he had experienced that pain firsthand. That’s why he knew better than anyone just how valuable this opportunity was.
I was too overwhelmed on the first day to think much about it, but I can’t afford that anymore.
He had to get a full grasp of the situation he was in. Step one was to thoroughly review the items in the donation shop. But before that—
[Subscriber count: 30 reached!]
[You have achieved your second goal. You can now claim an additional reward.]
Claiming the reward came first.
