To StreamGhost, being in the background was enough. His purpose was not glory, not fame beyond the screen, but the quiet, endless act of recording. He would film everything and anything without hesitation.
That was his goal, his singular ambition. Even if the galaxy itself collapsed into chaos and ruin, he would not flinch. He would not flee. He would raise his lens and record the calamity, documenting history while earning money from it.
This was his life's calling, his only pursuit. Nothing more. No higher ambition rested beneath it. No hidden dream of conquest, no veiled desire for power. For StreamGhost, recording was enough.
"You seem to know quite a lot, Mister Money God. Perhaps keeping my distance from you would be the wisest course," StreamGhost said with a light chuckle.
His mask shifted, the smile beneath it faintly amused.
