System

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David sat on the edge of the small, uncomfortable bed, blinking in the blinding sunlight.

The remnants of his previous life—his final moments with Rebecca, the pain of her knife, the chaos of it all—lingered in his mind.

His body, however, felt unnaturally calm and without the scars he expected.

Suddenly, a DING echoed through his head.

A translucent blue screen appeared in front of him.

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SYSTEM ONLINE

Host: David Walsh

Status: Reincarnated

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David exhaled, reading it.

He wasn't particularly freaked out, despite the oddness of the situation. "Reincarnated, huh?" He muttered under his breath.

He wasn't unfamiliar with the concwpt and not ar all against it since it seems he had the support of the system

DING

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Welcome to the Streamer System.

You have been selected for a unique second chance in this new world.

System Objectives will guide you toward influence, power, and survival.*

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David's brow raised slightly. "Streamer system? So, I gotta perform for people now, huh?"

It wasn't exactly a foreign concept or some sort of weird extremely targeted fetish system.

"Where am I?" he asked, glancing around the dingy, cramped room.

DING!

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Location:

Japan, Tokyo.

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"Japan, huh?" David rubbed his chin, thinking.

"Alright So as a system you must have some sort of quest system so what's my first task?"

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First Mission:

Gain 100 Live Viewers

Time Limit: One Month.

Failure Consequence :Losing the golden timeframe of fame ie Increase in difficulty in getting influential

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David blinked, staring at the screen. "So… I have to become a livestreamer and in order for that i need to get a set up and get 100 people to watch me live?" He snorted.

"Could've been worse."

'Couldve been some sort of disgusting task like sniffing socks' david grimaced remembering that one disgusting fanfic he read.

Another screen appeared as the system continued.

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Mission Parameters:

Utilize any available platforms to achieve this goal.

Guidance and rewards will be provided based on your progress.

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David let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Alright, System. I get it. You want me to play the influencer game. Fine. Are there any rules for me to follow ?"

The system remained silent for a moment, then added one more detail.

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Note:

Viewers gained through unethical means, manipulation, or fraudulent activity will result in mission termination.

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David's grin widened.

"Well, that makes it interesting. Guess I can't just cheat my way through this." He stood up from the bed, finally noticing the small pile of plain clothes on a chair in the corner.

He quickly got dressed, testing the feel of his new body.

No scars, no pain—just a fresh start.

"So, first mission—gain 100 live viewers. Fine, let's get to work," David said to himself as he stretched his arms.

"Time to show this world what I'm capable of."

As he prepared to leave the room, one last message flashed before his eyes.

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Good luck, Host.

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David stood behind the counter of McDonald's, wiping his hands on his apron, the smell of fries and grease filling the air.

The rhythmic beep of the fryers and the steady hum of the crowd made the hours drag.

He glanced up at the TV mounted on the wall near the entrance, a small respite from the monotony of flipping burgers and filling soda cups.

On the screen, a news anchor excitedly reported on the current top hero's latest heroic feat. Footage showed the him grinning wide as he saved a group of civilians from a crumbling building.

The crowd cheered, and the camera zoomed in on his iconic pose— , smile never faltering.

David snorted, barely holding back a chuckle.

His gaze drifted down to his own attire: a greasy red and yellow uniform with the McDonald's logo plastered across his chest.

But then, something clicked in his mind. All for what? He thought back to the memes that flooded social media after My Hero Academia had ended.

It was a running joke online, fans sarcastically writing "I'm Izuku Midoriya, and this is the story of how I peaked in high school.

David laughed internally, mimicking the phrase in his head with a touch of irony. "I'm David Walsh, and this is the story of how I peaked flipping burgers."

He grabbed another tray, mechanically filling it with an order of fries, a soda, and a Big Mac.

His mind wandered back to the MHA ending.

The outrage it had sparked was fresh in his memory, fans crying foul over how the story concluded.

All for what was a meme born from the ending, mocking the final arc where everything felt... underwhelming to the die-hard fanbase.

But David? He never thought it was that bad.

Sure, it wasn't groundbreaking, but it tied things up decently enough.

Then again, he'd stopped really keeping up with the manga halfway through, so maybe his opinion didn't matter much.

Who wam I to judge, anyway? He thought, tossing some fries into a box.

The hardcore fans had invested years into the series, while he had simply lost interest somewhere along the way.

His eyes drifted back to the screen, watching the hero pose like he always did, basking in the adoration of the public.

The fanfare, the theatrics—it was almost funny how comical it looked.

It made sense why people clung to that hope, why they put heroes on a pedestal.

David leaned against the counter, stealing a moment of peace before the next rush of customers. "Maybe I should be a hero," he muttered sarcastically, glancing at the dingy McDonald's logo on his shirt.

"Or at least get 100 people to watch me eat a burger live. Same thing, right?"

He snickered at the thought, shaking his head.

"Guess we all have our roles to play."

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