I Was Trying to Stream a Slow Life, but It Seems My Golem Partner Started Warming Up. - Chapter 1

It was already a year since I had moved from the Royal Capital to the countryside.

“Alright everyone, mornin’, watchers! It’s your friendly neighborhood alchemist streamer, Alkemy! Today, I’ll be doing a little test-fire with a pistol I whipped up using alchemy!”

Phew, managed to get through the intro without stumbling! Guess you really got used to it after doing it for nearly a year, huh?

My name was Susuria. I was sixteen years old, and as the alchemist streamer ‘Alkemy,’ I had managed to build up a small fanbase.

I was what you’d call a reincarnator—born as the daughter of a villager here in this other-world, Shearth. Right after reincarnating, I was thrilled to find myself in another world. And finding out it had a streaming culture, just like my previous life? I was ecstatic!

Yeah, I was so happy… I really gave it my all back then…

Alchemy—that technique of combining two or more things into one—completely fascinated me, so I threw myself into studying it. Thanks to that, I managed to graduate from one of the most prestigious schools in the Royal Capital… well, with decent enough grades, anyway.

After that, I couldn’t keep up with the hectic pace of life in the Royal Capital. So, I decided to leave the big city behind and pursue a Slow Life in Iswood, a village on the eastern frontier.

At first, I enjoyed the carefree lifestyle, but let’s be real: as someone with knowledge from modern Earth, spending all day just sunbathing, without any games or anime… yeah, that got pretty tough, believe me.

And that was why I used my modern knowledge to stream, making everyday life a little more fun and interesting.

Mornin’, watchers!

First time here. You an alchemist?

A pistol? Whoa whoa, someone’s gonna die lol

Forget that, show us the boobs!!! BOOBS!!!

Alchemy and boobs make the world go ’round, man.

“Alright, now that I was thoroughly used to all your refined comments,” I said, rolling my eyes internally, “let’s bring out my usual partner! C’mon out, Beta-chan!”

Responding to the pathetic ‘pnyo’ sound of my completely unimpressive finger-snap, my partner—the golem, Beta-chan—appeared.

“You called, Master?”

The one who appeared, her artificial green hair swaying, was Beta-chan. She was a masterpiece I had created back when I was obsessed with the strange idea that ‘An assistant golem has got to be the cool-and-beautiful type!!’ She boasted one of those outrageous, boing-thwip-boing figures designed to appeal to guys. She was one of my proudest creations.

Back in the Royal Capital, she primarily acted as my assistant, but now she was my streaming partner, here to entertain the viewers.

As she gave a polite bow, those magnificent breasts—the pinnacle of my sculpting artistry—gave a soft bounce, sending the chat into a frenzy.

Ooooh, Finished!!

Truly a divinely blessed form

←Idiot, she was LITERALLY made by Alkemy, duh.

Well, Alkemy’s alchemy IS top-class among streamers. Her ALCHEMY, anyway lolol

“Shut up, you guys,” I muttered.

Though… they weren’t wrong…

Truth was, I wasn’t cut out for streaming. I didn’t have the gift of gab to entertain people or the charisma to draw them in. Most of the viewers on this channel weren’t here for me; they were thirsty lurkers tuning in for Beta-chan, this perfect-bodied bombshell I had created.

“Master, may I inquire about today’s plan?”

“Oh, right! Right, right!”

I never told Beta-chan the plan for the stream beforehand. The ‘plan’ was basically just deciding what we would do for the day’s stream—kind of like a pre-show meeting, roughly speaking. A lot of viewers seemed to like this back-and-forth, so this style had stuck. …Though honestly, I mostly just forgot to explain it to her.

“Today’s segment was testing the power of this pistol! It was one of my proudest creations, you know!”

I puffed out my totally flat chest (I had none. Which was precisely why I went overboard giving Beta-chan such massive ones). And this pistol really was something I was proud of. Even with my knowledge from modern Japan, remembering the exact structure of a pistol wasn’t exactly easy, you know.

Well, the mechanism was pretty simple. You put an iron ball inside the barrel as a makeshift bullet. When you pulled the trigger, a magical inscription inside the barrel activated, launching the sphere at high speed. It might have seemed ridiculously slapdash to any gun enthusiasts from modern Japan, but ‘covering the tricky parts with alchemy’ was kinda my style.

“So first, you loaded the sphere into the barrel. Inside the barrel, I had inscribed a magical pattern via alchemy that rapidly ejected objects. So, when I pulled the trigger, the pattern activated and—”

I rattled off the explanation for my creation, feeling rather smug. Normally, Beta-chan would just tune me out while saying something like, “Wow, Master, you’re amazing~”—that was usually her style—

“—Unfair.”

—Her style… wait, what?

“Huh?”

Today, Beta-chan wasn’t her usual self. She puffed out her cheeks adorably, pouting.

“—I’m Master’s proud creation too, you know.”

She was clearly, unmistakably jealous of the pistol.

Wha?!

Eh, no way!?

This golem… has feelings?!

Pouting Beta-chan provides nutrients unobtainable anywhere else

←Hold up. A golem developing free will? Isn’t that, like, actually award-worthy IRL?

“W-Whoa, calm down, Beta-chan! Today’s star is the pistol, okay? So…”

—Thump.

“Hyaaah?!”

Whoa whoa, is this…?

Don’t tell me this is…

Things are getting lewd, folks

Definitely lewd

The Lewdness™!!

“Master, you’re allowed to touch my breasts, you know? Since it’s you, Master.”

As Beta-chan tempted me like that, having pinned me down, the viewers flooded the chat with delighted comments.