A Story for You

9:58 p.m.

Only two minutes remained until the broadcast began.

Big Black stood before the streaming equipment, his hands trembling slightly.

He was still clutching several sheets of paper.

This was his speech draft, or perhaps it could be called spider-crawl notes.

They were covered in an incredibly messy record of the strange questions and answers he had summarized with Fu Junlin.

The key was that he still did not know whether much of it was correct.

And Fu Junlin had not surfaced for an entire day and two nights, which left Big Black feeling even less certain.

"Boss, we're about to begin!"

Fat Tiger personally supervised everything, arranging the lighting, light shields, recording equipment, and all the rest. Everything was top-of-the-line.

Big Black nodded and slowly picked up the Silent One Mask, putting it over his face.

At that moment.

Even Fat Tiger was briefly stunned.

He had seen too many people impersonating The Silent One, and there had truly been quite a few who did an excellent job imitating him.

But no matter how they imitated him.

When Fu Junlin wore this mask, he perfectly matched the person in everyone's hearts.

He was irreplaceable.

"Start rolling!"

Fat Tiger gave the order excitedly.

The livestream immediately went live.

As the signal spread, screen after screen lit up, and everyone saw the real Silent One of legend.

Some longtime fans even burst into tears.

At first, The Silent One had been a powerhouse streamer. He fought monsters, displayed overwhelming strength, and pioneered the practice of challenging an Arena Zone alone.

Because before that, no one had dared to challenge an Arena Zone by themselves.

He soared through hordes of monsters like a dragon, as though no one was there.

It was clearly slaughter, yet it was pleasing to watch. That