The mic floated close to my mouth, humming with mana, almost as if it was waiting for me.
I stood still, knowing from beforehand that the whole thing was being broadcasted to the whole world.
I was practically what the new generation called 'live'.
The Lapui Family had let me known a while back that they will be doing this to increase their reach and that they had invested a lumpsump amount of money to use the 'live feed' function of the system to increase their mame and fame.
My cloak settled behind me like a shadow, the obsidian platform steady under my boots. Lights from all directions focused on me, bright and warm, but it wasn't the heat that made me sweat.
It was the weight.
Not of my armor—I'd long discarded those days after all.
Not even the stares of thousands around me could make me sweat.
It was the weight of truth.
I looked out across the seven floors, each balcony packed with nobles, merchants, leaders, heirs, soldiers, spies, and fools.
