Prestige Grinding : I Can Reset My Level

"Paris."

The final section of the stream appeared, revealing a lone figure floating high above the city barrier. Seven Hundred-Seventy-Seven hovered lazily in the air, his upper body bare, revealing a sculpted physique covered in tattoos. His arms hung loosely at his sides, and strapped behind his back was a sword, its sheath secured by a thin rope over his shoulder. Unlike the other players who were fast and efficient, Seven Hundred-Seventy-Seven simply floated, surveying the city below with an excited expression. Then, as if sensing Sora's gaze, he turned his head slightly.

"Boss, show them my POV! Make it take the whole screen, please!"

Sora, who had been monitoring the feeds, froze for a second before sighing.

'Idiot, why are you making a fool of yourself? We have seven hundred million viewers now...'

He ran a hand down his face in exasperation before changing the settings. The stream adjusted. Soon, the audience saw Paris from Seven Hundred-Seventy-Seven's eyes. Enemies had started moving, and quickly surrounded him. But instead of the expected massacre, the viewers were surprised to see that nothing was happening. Seven Hundred-Seventy-Seven was looking up. Admiring the sky and the view.

The chat exploded instantly.