"Breeze, we have arrived."
"Ugh… Already?"
Max groggily opened his eyes and looked at Michael, standing outside the car.
"What ti is it?"
"It's 4:30. We are on the road for 3 hours."
"That long?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and stepping out of the car.
In front of him was the Biozone Hotel, a familiar structure where he stayed before. Before going in, he took his backpack from the car.
At that mont, Michael suddenly spoke again.
"This is where we separate, Breeze. I wish you good luck with the monthly segnt streaming. The receptionist will guide you to your room. They have been briefed."
At the end of the day, Michael was just a temporary manager assigned to him to monitor and help with the activity of shooting the NoFeet ad. It was natural for the guy to return to his real duty after it was over.
"Thank you for everything, Michael." He said to the suited man, "Good luck with your job too."
"Hahaha, thanks. May we et again in the future."
Max watched as Michael climbed into the hovercar and took off. After a while, he turned around and entered the hotel.
Having a manager was nice, he learned. He just needed to leave every nial work to him.
Entering the hotel, he looked around and was imdiately greeted by an energetic and irritating smile.
"Buddy!"
An orange-haired man stood up from his chair and spread his arms wide. The woman with glasses behind him looked troubled but still followed the man approaching him.
"Yo, Flexy." He greeted his friend back, and they high-fived. "How is your orange ass doing?"
"Hahaha, doing good. I see you're more shaless than before, huh?"
"Isn't humility useless between friends?"
"That's right. Hahaha."
Both of them laughed and shared the sa brain cell as they walked to the café area of the hotel, where everything was free. There was no need to rush checking in. The data had already been input, and Max could enter his room anyti.
They shared the story of the last few days and what they did lately. Apparently, this orange-haired strear had been doing a challenge just like Max for the last few days.
"I played this FPS Survival ga called Roach Planet. There will be a competition against pro gars at the end of May, and I am aiming for a win. What about you?" Flexy asked as he smiled playfully.
"I am grinding Midnight Heist now. I got to get to Tier 2 before May 15th to enter a tournant. I did this challenge for fun at first, but now I am too invested to back away."
"Midnight Heist? Good luck, dude. That ga is famous for the trolls. I tried to play ranked gas for a while two years ago, but I just can't. That was my biggest mistake, trying ranked gas in a ga full of trolls."
"Trolls… Hahaha, well, I learned it the hard way."
"Oh, the drama last ti? How is it going? Is it settled?"
"It is."
Max recounted how he got StoneSword's assistance to settle the drama and that he got boosted viewers after that. His Punch channel had also reached 350K followers, although there were only a constant 10K viewers.
While he explained that, he suddenly beca curious.
"How much are your followers, Flexy?"
"? Let check."
Saying so, he opened a hologram screen and opened his Punch channel. A wide grin was plastered on his face as he showed it to Max.
"Look and behold, peasant!
The number on the screen kept increasing every second. Max looked at it and was amazed.
'One, two, three…'
He counted the numbers in his mind because he didn't believe it, and when he finished…
"3.5 million followers? Holy shit!"
In this world where people couldn't create a second account as it was bound to their biotric, having more than 3.5 million followers ant literally. It was all unique and real people.
"Flexy, you're really a veteran strear, huh?"
"Heh, now you just realized it? Bow down, mortal! You only have a tenth of my power!"
Max laughed and joked around with his friend. They talked about various things and went to a dinner restaurant.
Flexy's secretary, Lisa, also followed. He found out that his friend dated the beautiful secretary as they didn't even hide their closeness to each other.
Naturally, Max didn't say anything about it. At dinner, they were talking about tomorrow's event.
According to Flexy, the monthly segnt was similar to radio podcasts. They would be interviewed in a playful manner, and the host would try to fish an interesting story out of them.
Sotis, they would also bring up sothing that could make them angry, but it depended on the host.
Max understood how it worked. He shouldn't answer those questions too seriously but shouldn't lower his guard. He needed to treat it like an interview but in a carefree manner.
Biozone Entertainnt had also announced the guests, Flexy and Breeze, on their Strike account. Many people should've heard it by now. Their photos that were taken from the Knight's Journey program were put on the announcent banner.
After eating dinner, Flexy returned to his ho with Lisa while he went to check in his room. There was already a capsule inside, and he got a middle floor this ti, a large room with a lounge. Even with 5 people here, it wouldn't feel cramped.
When he entered the room, he imdiately threw his backpack on the bed and opened the capsule.
"Let's continue the grind."
Even with an important event waiting for him tomorrow, it didn't stop him from reaching Tier 3 tonight. He just needed 35 RP, aning he just needed to either win 4 gas or win 3 gas and be SVP 1 ti.
Entering his Lobby, which had been turned into a parkour park, he set up his livestream and started it. The loading screen was played as he waited for his viewers to arrive.
It was 8 PM, a bit late from his usual stream. However, many viewers still joined the stream, even with the sudden notice.
[Viewers: 7,920]
While it wasn't over 10K like usual, it was still many. The chat moved pretty quickly.
— BREEZE!
— We saw the post!
— Damn, you will appear in tomorrow's Biozone Monthly Segnt? Is that why you went to Paperful City yesterday?
— I will watch it tomorrow for sure
— Flexy and Breeze… Is it related to the Knight's Journey program two weeks ago?
They had waited for him to turn on the stream to ask this. Surprised by the chat's intensity, Max rubbed his chin.
'Maybe I should tease them a little before starting Midnight Heist.'
After deciding that, he changed the stream screen. He grinned at the cara and greeted them.
"Good evening, guys. Hahaha, it seems everyone is curious about the Biozone monthly segnt. If you're so curious, then watch tomorrow's Biozone Monthly Segnt at 7 PM! Only on the Biozone Entertainnt Channel!"
— Marketing 200 IQ
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— True, he has nothing to say
— Tomorrow is podcasts. Every question will be answered there
— Damn, he juked us!
— Classic Breeze, profit above everything.
"Hehe, you know , guys. But I will be happy if you watch tomorrow's monthly segnt. It's just a rumor I heard, but it seems there is an announcent about sothing from Biozone. What that sothing is, I have no clue."
Of course, he lied.
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