Free Web NovelChapter 8: Channel Information
Crossing the rift, Dan Moriarty appeared directly back in his room. Regaining his focus, he took a deep breath and decided to confirm a few things.
"Panel."
He called out for his panel, and rather than receiving a full screen of information, he only got this:
[Channel Information]
[Marketplace]
"It seems I can only access my full panel when I’m streaming in a dungeon. Aside from that, I can only track my channel growth and trade in the marketplace," Dan Moriarty muttered to himself.
With a deliberate motion, he extended a finger and lightly tapped [Channel Information]
[Channel Information]
[Channel Name]: Dan Moriarty
[Current Followers]: 8
[Current Popularity]: Unranked
[Current Gift Value]: C5,000,001
Dan Moriarty’s gaze lingered on the number of followers, "Eight followers after just one stream," he murmured, the words carrying a mix of surprise and a subtle hint of understanding.
He then cast his thoughts back to his previous life on Earth, recalling his endless observations of aspiring content creators. He had witnessed countless individuals pour hours, days, even weeks of their lives into streaming, broadcasting to an empty chat, often struggling to even attract a single consistent viewer, let alone accumulate a modest following. The sheer grind, the desperate pleas for attention, the slow, agonizing climb for recognition – it was a brutal landscape. In that stark comparison, eight initial followers seemed unexpectedly significant.
"It’s certainly not a groundbreaking start that would instantly catapult me to fame," he conceded. "But neither is it a disheartening failure."
As for his popularity, the unranked status was entirely predictable, offering no surprises. Achieving any form of measurable rank in a system like this, he understood, demanded more than a single successful stream. It required sustained viewership, consistent engagement, a cumulative build-up of influence, and perhaps, a touch of viral momentum. Without those foundational elements, aspiring for a spot on any leaderboard remained purely an optimistic, almost naive, fantasy.
As for his gift value, minus the 1 copper coin that was gifted to him, the legendary weapon that @DrunkenSwordImmortal gifted was probably worth the remaining five million.
With the channel information thoroughly viewed, he then tapped on [Marketplace]. The transition was immediate, he saw weapons of every conceivable design, intricate skill cores promising untold abilities, potent bloodlines, rare and exotic materials, and heaven defying artifacts.
The Streamer Marketplace, he understood, was a highly sophisticated network that maintained near perfect synchronization between all streamers. This global connectivity meant that streamers, regardless of their location, possessed the unparalleled freedom to buy and sell the rewards they accumulated from their perilous adventures.
It was a powerful ecosystem where raw power gained in dungeons could be fluidly converted into tangible wealth, and that wealth, in turn, could be reinvested to acquire even greater power. But more profoundly, and perhaps more enticingly for many, this unique in-game currency held a conversion rate, allowing it to be exchanged directly into real-world money.
That singular capability, the bridge between virtual triumph and material gain in the real world, was more than enough to ignite an almost obsessive madness in countless individuals, driving them to pursue this path with unwavering dedication.
His current funds registered a rather modest 1,000 copper coins. He let out a soft, almost imperceptible click of his tongue, feeling disappointed. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"Far too meager," he concluded.
The prices for even the most basic, yet genuinely useful, items within the marketplace were set, far outstripping his meager thousands. He couldn’t afford anything of true significance with what he possessed. Naturally, his gaze drifted to the Mythical-ranked sword listed as one of his sellable items.
He then searched for similar weapons. Soon, the results appeared, and Mythical-ranked weapons ranged from 25 million to 50 million copper coins, depending on their attributes, effects, and overall quality.
"There’s no doubt in my mind," he asserted. "This particular weapon, with its unique properties and formidable capabilities, undoubtedly stands among the top of Mythical-ranked items. Its value would likely lean towards the higher end of the price, perhaps even pushing further."
"No," he stated, the word carrying a weight of conviction that dispelled any lingering hesitation.
Selling it, he realized, was simply not an option he could entertain, not if he truly intended to carve out a dominant presence in this new reality.
"This weapon," he affirmed, "it represents a significant, perhaps unparalleled, starting advantage." To possess such a powerful artifact from the outset meant that his initial footing in this competitive world already far outstripped the struggles of countless other aspiring streamers, many of whom toiled for months or years to acquire even a fraction of its power.
"To even think of selling such a weapon, would be nothing short of utter foolishness," he declared.
He knew that Instant gratification might offer a brief reprieve, but it would inevitably cripple his future potential, sacrificing a powerful trajectory for a momentary comfort.
"Besides," he added, his voice imbued with a quiet certainty. "With this in hand, earning more will only be a matter of time."
