On a highway in Greece, an SUV's engine roared as it raced along.
Overhead, countless Thunderbolts crisscrossed the sky where there should have been clear blue. They hung so thickly that anyone looking up might think they would fall at any moment and blow them to pieces.
"Shit. I finally came to Greece for a vacation. All I wanted was to soak up some sun on Olympus Holy Mountain. Why is this happening again?"
Krov, a YouTuber, drove with a thousand curses racing through his mind.
He had built his channel by livestreaming mysterious events, but now he wanted nothing less than to stream another one.
The reason was simple: it was too dangerous.
Whether he was streaming dancing corpses in Milo, Egypt, or a mythical demon invasion in Greece, it had been terrifyingly dangerous. One wrong move, and he could die on the spot with no one left to collect his body.
So even though his popularity had fallen sharply over the past year and his income had plunged, putting his grand dream of "buying luxury cars, living in a mansion, and partying with beautiful women every night" further out of reach, he had never considered traveling the world in search of mysterious events to stream.
I didn't go looking for mysterious events, so why the hell did one come looking for me?
Krov glanced at the road ahead. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he used the other to pull out his phone and start a livestream with a tap.
Since a mysterious event had found him anyway, he might as well stream it and win back some viewers.
Krov was a major YouTuber. Though his popularity had fallen sharply over the past year, he still had a loyal following, and his fans poured in as soon as