Across the internet, public opinion had completely exploded.
The top ten trending topics on major global social media platforms were instantly dominated by keywords related to Leon.
Poetry-Reciting Blademaster Confirmed to Be Mythic Rank!
Is the Fourth recognized Mythical Supreme Asset Born?
Exaggerated Area Crowd-Control, One Man Wipes Out Thousands!
One-Sword Style Iai: Lion’s Song—A Slash Too Fast for the Naked Eye!
Leon, the Beast Tamer From Mountcrest City Second High School.
Countless independent media outlets, marketing channels, and professional data analysts, acting like sharks smelling fresh blood in the water, frantically clipped and disseminated edited highlights of Leon’s broadcast.
Zoro’s poetic monologue dismantling the Black Rock Giants, his Conqueror’s Haki stunning the Werewolf Cavalry, and his rapid-draw Iaijutsu cleanly decapitating the boss general—every single sequence was layered with the most exhilarating backing tracks and sensationalized headlines, viral-spiraling into every corner of the web.
“Look at this!
This is the future pillar of the human race!” “He went from being a laughingstock to an absolute living legend in less than an hour!” “If you want a textbook definition of a god-tier comeback, this is it!” The massive audience that had originally been scattered across other mainstream channels—especially the hate-clickers who had originally tuned in solely because of Leon’s toxic title to watch him embarrass himself, only to end up converted into fanatical supporters—began aggressively redirecting traffic back into his room.
The second-place streamer on the global charts, that same elite Elemental Mage scion from the premier Imperial Capital family broadcasting on the Prodigy platform, could only watch in absolute horror as his concurrent viewer metrics plunged by twenty million within a matter of minutes, as if a localized floodgate had been torn wide open.
Meanwhile, the traffic inside Leon’s broadcast room accumulated like a massive avalanche.
It blew past the one hundred million milestone, and the explosive upward trajectory showed absolutely zero signs of slowing down.
He aggressively secured the number two slot on the global charts, his metrics even displaying a distinct, threatening tendency to contest Claire’s absolute monopoly on the top rank.
Back in the Black Rock Wasteland instance.
Zoro moved at a leisurely, rhythmic pace among the hundreds of unconscious Werewolf Cavalrymen scattered across the dirt.
The pitch-black blade of Wado Ichimonji gleamed in his hand, tracing clean, casual arcs with every step to precisely pierce the vitals of the sleeping werewolves and their giant mounts.
There was no intense battle, no flashy display of advanced martial skills—just a cold, near-mechanical, and highly efficient execution routine.
The soft, rhythmic sound of steel slicing through thick leather armor and tough fur echoed frequently across the dead wilderness, accompanied by the steady, rapid updates of Leon’s system logs.
[System Notification: You have defeated a Werewolf Cavalryman (Elite) and gained 2,000 experience points.] [System Notification: You have defeated a Werewolf Cavalryman (Elite) and gained 2,000 experience points.] [System Notification: Your personal level has been raised to Level 12!] [System Notification: Your contracted summon ‘Zoro’ has reached Level 12!] In reality, given Zoro’s true power, he could have effortlessly pulverized the entire Werewolf Legion in a single sweeping move, but Leon had explicitly commanded him to pace the execution.
He wanted to stall for time, waiting for his concurrent livestream traffic to approach the one hundred and twenty million threshold.
Taking advantage of this operational lull, Leon separated a fraction of his attention, sinking his consciousness deep into his system interface.
“System, extract the next template.” The rules permitted a template extraction draw upon crossing the Level 11 threshold.
He had already smashed past that line during the first wave’s clearance, meaning a premium draw was currently idling in his queue.
[System Notification: Commencing random template extraction for the host…] [System Notification: Extraction successful!
Please select one option from the following array:] Three distinct profiles surfaced within Leon’s mind.
[Option 1: Fleet Admiral Akainu (Red Mythic, High Grade)] Type: Logia — Mag-Mag Fruit Skills: Armament Haki, Observation Haki, Logia Elementalization, Hellhound, Great Eruption, Hound Bite, Meteor Volcano.
Note: This template provides a massive, compounding attribute synergy when applied to bloodline summons possessing a natural affinity for fire.
[Option 2: Absalom (Purple Rare, High Grade)] Type: Paramecia — Clear-Clear Fruit Self-Invisibility: Grants absolute visual transparency to the user’s physical body, though vocal output and scent markers remain active during deployment.
Contact Invisibility: Allows the user to turn any weapon or object they physically touch completely invisible.
Direct physical contact can temporarily grant invisibility to an ally.
[Option 3: Mountain Bandit Higuma (White Common, Low Grade)] Description: A baseline human bandit commander.
Looking at Higuma’s pathetic, dull White-tier common metadata profile, Leon’s mental lips twitched in mild amusement.
This is the legendary Bandit King who once dropped historic insults onto Fleet Admiral Shanks, physically kicked the future Pirate King Luffy into the dirt, and established an internet legacy—yet the system only values him as a basic White-tier common asset?
System, aren’t you throwing a bit too much shade at the legend?
Despite his internal mockery, the final decision required zero brainpower.
“Select the Akainu template.” [System Notification: Template ‘Fleet Admiral Akainu (Red Mythic, High Grade)’ has been successfully locked into your inventory.] Right at that exact second, the instance synchronization updated.
[System Notification: Your personal level has been raised to Level 15!] [System Notification: Your contracted summon ‘Zoro’ has reached Level 15!] Summon: Zoro Level: Level 15 (First Job Advancement) Strength: 16,000 Defense: 10,000 Spirit: 12,000 Agility: 14,000 Overall Combat Capability Assessment: 200,000 [System Notification: Phase 2 Instance Quest ‘Survive for fifteen minutes under the werewolf assault’ has been successfully completed!] [Total Time Elapsed: 00:05:17] [Mission Clearance Rating: Perfect] [Time remaining until the Phase 3 monster wave deploys: 5 minutes.] As the system text receded, Leon verified his live statistics.
His active viewership had locked into a rock-solid, verified count of one hundred and twenty-five million concurrent users.
The optimal time had arrived.
With a brief movement of his thoughts, he guided the floating Broadcasting Eye Stone to hover inches from his face, ensuring the internal rune receivers would capture a clear, high-fidelity audio feed.
He cleared his throat and spoke aloud for the absolute first time since activating his channel.
His steady, clear voice resonated perfectly through the stone’s arrays, broadcasting straight into the audio outputs of over a hundred million people.
“Dear viewers, there is an official administrative matter I need to clarify with everyone.” The chaotic torrent of comments—which had been a blurred wall of absolute awe, fanatical praise, and running memes—suddenly dropped in volume.
Millions of netizens pricked up their ears, deeply curious about what this detached, silent teenager was finally going to say.
Leon’s facial features remained perfectly serene in front of the lens, touched by a hint of cold calculation.
“Due to the highly unprofessional conduct and poor administrative attitude demonstrated by the management of the Prodigy streaming platform, I have decided, after deliberate evaluation, to immediately terminate this broadcast.
I will be migrating all subsequent trial runs over to the Starry Sky network.” He paused for a fraction of a second, enunciating a clear sequence of digits.
“My designated broadcast room number on the Starry Sky platform is 9527.” The moment the last digit left his lips, before the massive, panicked wave of user questions and corporate pleading could even register on his screen, Leon decisively severed the transmission uplink to the Prodigy network.
The playback screen went dead black across millions of devices, replaced instantly by a generic, automated system message: [The broadcaster has ended the stream.] The Prodigy comment section exploded into a blind frenzy.
“What the hell is going on?!” “Why did he log off?
What did the executives at Prodigy do behind the scenes?!” “Holy crap!
I’ve been a loyal Prodigy user for years, now I have to go download a rival application just to watch my Blademaster?!” “Has the management at Prodigy gone completely insane?
They actually had the nerve to offend a historical genius who commands a verified Mythic-tier summon?!” “Haha!
Serves them right!
Prodigy’s corporate staff has been abusing their market dominance for a long time, constantly manipulating promised contract terms and homepage spots for independent creators!” “Move, move!
Brothers, migrate to the Starry Sky app right now!
Channel 9527, charge!” “Father Lin must have been severely mistreated by the bureaucrats!
Support Father Lin’s defection!” Even though the primary display on the Prodigy platform had been reduced to a blank black rectangle, the user discussions inside the ghost channel grew increasingly hostile.
Tens of millions of users aggressively flamed the company before abandoning the application entirely, flooding over to the Starry Sky network.
Meanwhile, inside the core monitoring hub at the Prodigy platform’s corporate headquarters.
The employees—who had been deeply immersed in a euphoric corporate fantasy less than a minute ago, dreaming of securing global market dominance and collecting doubled year-end bonuses—were now collectively frozen in place, looking as if they had been turned into solid stone.