Countless viewers frantically shared the livestream link, screen recordings, and edited clips.
They dubbed Zoro the “Poetry-Reciting Blademaster,” adding translated subtitles and hype background music before blasting the videos across every social media platform, group chat, and personal feed.
Some users even paid out of their own pockets to promote the broadcast to wider audiences.
“Get in here and look!
A Beast Tamer breaking the sky!
Clearing a Nightmare-Hard instance in ten seconds!
This Three-Sword Style skeleton is completely unstoppable!” [User: ‘Karaoke King of Lazy Sheep Village’ has entered the room.] [User: ‘Hemorrhoid-Sucking Leech’ has entered the room.] [User: ‘Dreaming of Mother of Ultra’ has entered the room.] [User: ‘Depressed Alpha vs.
Fairy’ has entered the room.] [User: ‘Grandma Running Red Lights’ has entered the room.] [User: ‘Poop Mop Turned War God’ has entered the room.] The concurrent viewer count began to skyrocket at a terrifying speed.
One million.
Three million.
Five million.
Eight million.
Meanwhile, inside the core monitoring hub at the Prodigy streaming platform’s corporate headquarters.
Thousands of data windows flashed across a massive, curved display wall, tracking real-time global traffic metrics, viral content categories, and active broadcaster rankings.
“President Sterling!
Quick, look at the metrics for Sector C-7!” A young data analyst suddenly jumped up from his workstation, his voice cracking with excitement as his trembling finger pointed toward a wildly spiking graph on the central monitor.
The platform’s general manager, President Sterling, adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses and immediately strode over.
His hair was meticulously parted, and his eyes widened behind his lenses the moment he saw the traffic curve surging upward at a near ninety-degree angle.
“Which broadcast room is this?
Is there a glitch in the data tracking system?” “The data is perfectly accurate, sir!
We’ve triple-checked the servers!” A content monitor quickly pulled up the livestream playback to investigate the anomaly.
A suspected Mythic-tier Beast Tamer had cleared a Nightmare-Hard introductory instance’s first wave in exactly ten seconds flat.
To be completely precise, the active combat window had only lasted two seconds, while the summon spent the other eight seconds casually reciting a battle poem.
The footage replayed across the screen in front of President Sterling.
When he watched the skeleton rhythmically click its jaw, fracture the bedrock, and cleanly halve hundreds of Elite monsters in a single flash, the veteran executive completely forgot to breathe.
The screen was entirely painted with a cascading wall of crimson text displaying maximum damage values.
Watching an entire army’s health bars get deleted instantaneously carried an incredible visual impact.
“A suspected Mythic-tier Beastmaster, clearing the first wave of a Nightmare-Hard run in ten seconds,” President Sterling murmured, his eyes burning with a sharp, predatory glint.
He recognized a once-in-a-lifetime corporate windfall when he saw one.
He spun around toward the crowded floor, clapping his hands sharply to command the room.
His voice boomed with corporate authority.
“Listen up, everyone!
Suspend all non-essential secondary projects immediately!
Technical department, route maximum server allocation and unlimited bandwidth to this channel right now!” “I want absolute stability!
No lag, no buffering, and zero disconnections!” “Operations and Marketing, pool every available corporate resource and dump them into promoting this stream!” He scanned the room of energized employees, raising his voice to a cinematic register.
“Everyone, this is a literal miracle!
This is our platform’s golden ticket to forging an unprecedented traffic legend!
Right now, the top Mythic-class Sword Saint stream on the Peerless network commands three hundred and fifty million concurrent viewers.
If we back this Beast Tamer and drive his numbers past hers, Prodigy will completely rewrite the industry hierarchy, crush Peerless, and secure our spot as the absolute number-one streaming network globally!” “If we pull this off, everyone’s year-end bonuses will be doubled!
The entire project division will receive a major commendation!” “Let’s get to work!” An enthusiastic roar echoed through the hall.
Technicians began frantically typing to reroute network assets, while the marketing staff grabbed their phones to launch press campaigns.
The entire corporate apparatus transformed into a high-powered machine, running at peak efficiency.
Yet, amidst this euphoric atmosphere, one person stood deathly pale, drenched in a cold sweat, his legs shaking so badly he could barely maintain his balance.
It was the bald Supervisor Miller.
He huddled silently at the back of the room, his eyes glued to the broadcaster’s profile pinned to the main display wall.
He recognized that youthful portrait instantly.
This unstoppable Beast Tamer was the exact same undocumented orphan whose priority traffic application he had aggressively rejected less than an hour ago.
Supervisor Miller felt as if an icy hand had tightly clamped around his heart, making it difficult to draw a full breath.
Looking at his ecstatic colleagues preparing for a massive corporate triumph, and tracking President Sterling’s ambitious expression, he didn’t dare open his mouth to confess his mistake.
Human beings naturally rely on wishful thinking when facing a crisis.
“He’s a premier talent who commands a suspected Mythic-tier summon,” Miller reasoned frantically with himself.
“A god-tier powerhouse shouldn’t be that petty.
The fact that he still chose to launch his broadcast on our platform means he doesn’t care about a minor rejection.
He’s probably already forgotten about a trivial bureaucrat like me.” Supervisor Miller clung tightly to this delusion to keep his sanity intact.
Back in the Black Rock Wasteland, the winds continued to howl.
Leon stood at the center of the dark rock platform, surrounded by mounds of cleaved obsidian debris.
The air still crackled with the sharp, ozone-like static left behind by Zoro’s blade, mixed with the faint stench of fading sulfur.
A floating system notification hovered in his line of sight: [Time remaining until the second wave arrives: 10 minutes.] With a single thought, Leon checked Zoro’s internal attribute sheet as it unfurled within his mind.
Summon: Zoro Level: Level 11 (First Job Advancement) Strength: 11,000 Defense: 8,000 Spirit: 9,000 Agility: 9,000 Overall Combat Capability Assessment: 112,000 His total combat metrics had officially broken past the one hundred thousand threshold.
He was only at Level 11, yet his raw physical output was already fully comparable to a Level 40 professional who had completed their third class advancement.
In the standard rules of this world, once a combatant’s level reached Level 20, they unlocked their first official advancement trial.
Completing that milestone yielded a qualitative evolution in base scaling.
Yet Zoro was shattering those laws before even touching his first official milestone.
Meanwhile, outside the dungeon, a massive digital storm was sweeping across the internet with terrifying velocity.
With the full, unchecked weight of the Prodigy network’s algorithmic engine backing him—including massive dynamic banners on the application homepage, mandatory global push notifications, and targeted trending hashtags across every partner network—Leon’s stream wasn’t just growing; it was undergoing an interstellar leap.
The concurrent viewer count shattered every ceiling, climbing from a few million straight into the stratosphere.
Ten million.
Thirty million.
Fifty million.
Within mere minutes, the active metric blew past the fifty million milestone, and the upward trajectory showed absolutely zero signs of slowing down.
The chat feed had become completely unreadable, transforming into a blurred, hyper-frequenced torrent of cascading colors.
On the platform’s backend diagnostic monitors, the line graph representing Leon’s channel resembled a sharp sword.
It sliced through the established, long-standing hierarchy of elite broadcasters, aggressively driving his room straight into the global top five.
And it was still ruthlessly pushing toward the absolute peak.