The Demon God Starts Playing FPS
Saturday.
Morning.
"......"
I was lying on my bed, staring at my smartphone.
The social media account of Onimiya Kishin.
The number of followers was—
32 people.
"...It went up."
There had been almost no one there during my first livestream.
Now there were 32 people.
Only 32.
But still...
"...I'm actually pretty happy about that."
I chuckled softly.
This would be my second livestream.
I had posted the announcement last night.
"I'll be livestreaming from 8 PM tomorrow."
This time, I'll be playing the FPS game BULLET RUSH.
Feel free to drop by if you'd like.
I was a little nervous when I posted it.
But then,
the responses came almost immediately.
"I'm really looking forward to it!"
"An FPS stream!"
"I've never seen this game before, but I'll watch!"
"......"
I smiled faintly as I looked at my smartphone.
"...Okay."
I'll do my best today.
Afternoon
I was in my room, getting everything ready for the livestream.
Microphone.
Headphones.
Game.
Streaming software.
Everything had been checked.
"...No problems."
I launched the game.
BULLET RUSH
A newly released 5v5 team-based FPS.
I'd been curious about it for a while.
"...An FPS, huh?"
I'd played quite a few FPS games in my previous life, too.
It wasn't exactly a genre I was particularly good at.
But...
I was fairly confident in my aim.
"...Well, I'm sure it'll work out somehow."
I glanced at the clock.
7:50 PM.
Ten minutes to go.
"......"
I was still nervous.
This felt different from my first livestream.
Back then, nobody had any expectations of me.
But this time...
There were people waiting for me.
"...Okay."
7:59 PM.
I checked the stream title.
[FPS] The Demon God Will Crush All Enemies. [BULLET RUSH]
"...Maybe that's a little too aggressive."
Oh, well.
8 PM.
The livestream began.
A Demon God appeared on the screen.
"—Hello."
My voice was slightly low.
"This is Onimiya Onigami."
The comments began scrolling rapidly.
"He's here!"
"Good evening!"
"I've been waiting!"
"This is my first time watching!"
"Oh."
I was slightly surprised.
"...Quite a few people showed up."
I looked at the number in the upper-right corner.
Concurrent viewers: 6
That was already more viewers than I'd had shortly after starting my first stream.
"Thank you."
I smiled naturally.
"Today, as announced, I'll be playing an FPS."
I switched the display to the game screen.
"This is the game we'll be playing today."
The title logo appeared.
BULLET RUSH
"It's a 5v5 team-based FPS."
Comments appeared one after another.
"Have you played it before?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Today is my first time."
"Are you gonna be okay? lol"
"It'll be fine."
I laughed.
"I can handle an FPS."
"Famous last words."
"Shut up."
The comment section filled with laughter.
"Okay, let me explain the game."
I opened the tutorial.
"The basic rule is 5v5."
"The teams are divided into attackers and defenders, and they compete over objectives."
"The weapons are..."
As I explained the rules, I looked over the various weapons on the screen.
"...There are quite a few different types."
"Which one are you going to use, Demon God?"
"I have no idea."
"You're still a newbie, lol."
"I'm a beginner, after all."
I said it without hesitation.
"For now, I'll just pick whichever one looks easiest to use."
I selected a weapon.
"Will this do?"
I readied up.
"Well then—"
I paused for a moment.
"...Let's do this."
The matchmaking began.
A few seconds later,
the game started.
"..."
I stared at the screen.
"Okay."
The round began.
I moved forward with my teammates.
"...Enemy on the right."
There was only one enemy.
Gunfire rang out.
I instinctively adjusted my aim.
"—!"
I fired.
KILL
"......Oh."
The number of comments suddenly increased.
"NO WAY"
"First try?!"
"Your aim is actually pretty good."
"......Whoa."
I couldn't help feeling a little proud.
"This is good enough."
The next moment,
an enemy appeared from the side.
"Whoa!"
Gunfire erupted.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
I panicked and ran.
Then I took down the enemy.
"...That was close."
"He looked so nervous just now, lol."
"Shut up!"
I answered while laughing.
Several rounds later,
I was completely absorbed in the game.
"Right!"
"He's alone!"
"Let's push!"
I gave commands to my teammates.
One enemy.
Two.
Three.
"One left!"
An enemy appeared from around the corner.
"—There!"
I snapped my aim toward him.
4 KILLS
"Yes!"
I couldn't help shouting.
"That was awesome!"
The comments exploded.
"The Demon God is so strong!"
"Is this really a beginner?"
"He's way too good at FPS!"
"I love it when your voice gets hoarse."
"..."
I had already read the comment.
"It's not my fault my voice gets hoarse!"
"Cute."
"......"
I froze.
"...Why did we suddenly get cute comments?"
"The angry Demon God is cute."
"Shut up!"
My face felt hot.
The match continued after that.
We won.
We lost.
And sometimes—
"Why are you over there?!"
I'd end up shouting at my teammates.
"Sorry!"
And they would sincerely apologize for their mistakes.
Before I knew it,
the tension from the beginning had completely disappeared.
I was genuinely having fun.
The number of comments continued to increase as well.
Concurrent viewers: 14
"...14?"
I looked at the numbers.
The peak number of viewers during my first livestream had been ten.
"...It's going up."
I was happy.
But more importantly,
I was enjoying the game more and more.
"Okay, one last match!"
"One more game!"
"That's it for today."
"What?!"
"There's always tomorrow, right?"
"How about we do it again tomorrow?"
"No. Maybe we can just chat tomorrow."
"Chat stream!"
"...Are there actually people who want that?"
"Me!"
"I want to hear stories about demons and gods."
"...I see."
I felt a little embarrassed.
"Okay. We'll just chat tomorrow."
The final match.
Victory.
"...Okay."
I let out a relieved sigh.
"That's it for today."
The comments continued to scroll.
"Good work!"
"That was fun!"
"Play FPS again!"
"The Demon God is strong."
"Thank you."
I took a short breath.
"Well then—"
As always,
"I'll see you next time."
The livestream ended.
"......"
The room became quiet.
I remained sitting in my chair, staring at the screen.
Peak concurrent viewers: 18
New followers: 11
"...Eleven."
The number of viewers had increased compared to my first stream.
And so had the number of followers.
And then—
"...Eighteen, huh?"
That made me a little happy.
"...That was fun."
I watched the recording of the livestream again.
And then—
"...Here."
I found the scene where I'd gotten four kills.
"I wonder if this would make a good clip?"
Maybe I'd try making a short video myself.
The title:
"Beginner Oni V Gets 4 Kills in His First FPS Game"
"...Does that sound right?"
I uploaded it to social media.
"Okay."
I put my smartphone down.
Then,
a notification sounded almost immediately.
"......Already?"
One.
Two.
Three.
The number of responses kept increasing.
"......"
I smiled faintly as I stared at the screen.
The numbers were still small.
Nobody knew the name yet.
Not really.
But...
The name Onimiya Kishin—
just a little bit—
was beginning to leave an impression in someone's memory.
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