The YouTube video was a key, a secret blueprint for a future Ethan hadn't even dared to imagine.
Real-world income.
The words echoed in his mind, a steady, powerful drumbeat of hope.
He sat at the quiet kitchen table, the half-eaten plate of pasta forgotten, his mind a supernova of possibilities. He could create highlight reels of Viktor's impossible goals, tactical breakdowns of Emre's genius, and chaotic compilations of David Kerrigan just being David Kerrigan. He could tell the story of the nine-man miracle, the Cardiff comeback, the derby against Leo. He had the best story in the entire game.
"Okay," he whispered to the empty kitchen, a new, steely resolve hardening in his gut.
"New game plan."
He decided he would start small. He would use the FCG's built-in recording suite to capture his next league match tomorrow. No commentary, no fancy editing. Just the raw footage.
He'd upload it, see if anyone watched, and go from there. It was a simple, logical first step.
