The official livestream of the Dawn Plan finals operated like a living organism with countless eyes, constantly hunting for every moment on Planet Alacaster that could get viewers hyped.
The main feed usually focused on intense clashes between top players from both factions or showed off massive, brutal battlefields. But dozens of smart split-screens worked like bloodhounds, trawling through oceans of data and footage, automatically locking onto unusually hot firefights, wild comebacks, or standout individual plays that broke the mold.
When fighting at Heralius Hive City went quiet under blanket artillery fire, then exploded again with the Helbrute's sudden arrival and rampage, one split-screen that had been tracking a specific ID saw its viewership and engagement numbers shoot through the roof in the official backend.
That ID was: I Am Not God.
At first, this split-screen was just a potential watch point the algorithm flagged based on "abnormal battlefield contribution spikes" and "special status unlock [Recognition of Krieg]."
Sure, players triggering special mechanics on the finals stage were unusual, but not unheard of. But soon, everything this split-screen captured started completely blowing away audience expectations in the most brutal way possible.
The camera recorded it all:
His silhouette after the Commissar's speech, shifting from confusion to resolve, finally disappearing into the gray tide.
The shock and weight that crossed his face when he found the [Krieg Direct Command] panel in a bombed-out corner.
How he burned through his points to buy ten thousand line infantry, throwing bodies at the problem like loose change to drive silent gray waves toward the scorched front.
When the Helbrute ripped through the smoke with overwhelming presence, crushing everything in its path, and he flat-out refused evacuation, screaming "Never abandon the line!"
When he grabbed the blood-soaked chainsword and dragged his human body in what looked like a suicide charge straight at that Chaos monster.
His explosion in the heat of battle: severed arm, broken body, yet fighting like something had possessed him, trading blows with the Helbrute, finally pulling off that insane kill while screaming "In death... atonement!"
Every frame dripped with raw, violent, gut-wrenching power.
No fancy tricks, no elaborate strategy.
Just a regular guy getting knocked down over and over in impossible situations, getting back up, charging again, using pure grit and the most basic tactics to chase what looked like an impossible dream.
The official livestream's main chat had already been completely swamped with talk about him.
The main commentary desk might still be breaking down macro strategy in other zones, but countless viewers had their eyes glued to that little split-screen:
"Holy shit! Who IS this guy?! Where'd he come from?!"
"'I Am Not God'? Never heard of this ID before finals! Some pro smurf?"
"Smurf my ass! Look at those moves—nothing like a technical player, just straight aggro! But damn if it isn't hype!"
"He owes the Kriegers big time. Without them drawing fire, he'd be paste right now."
"A Helbrute! That was a HELBRUTE! Elite-tier! He soloed it with just a chainsword?! Has to be cheating!"
"Doesn't look like cheats... check his status, the severed arm debuff keeps showing, movements all messed up. He's purely running on willpower!"
"'In death... atonement'... Jesus, I've got chills! You can play the game like this?"
"The second he started buying fodder troops with his own points to throw at the meat grinder, I knew this guy was different. Now I get it. He's not playing a game... he's living it!"
"Check the Imperial points ranking! It just updated!"
Following that reminder, countless viewers immediately pulled up the real-time leaderboard.
On the [Alacaster Showdown Cup - Imperial Faction Player Points Live Rankings], a name that had never shown up in the upper brackets was now climbing at a mind-blowing rate like it had strapped itself to a rocket!
The previous top spots had been held by several well-known veterans and streamers, with points hovering around eight to nine thousand, separated by razor-thin margins.
But now, the number one position had changed hands:
Rank 1: I Am Not God | Points: 43,572 (sorted by total points)
His point total didn't just edge out the previous leader by a couple thousand. It formed a massive, obvious spike on the entire Imperial faction's points graph!
Those points came from the huge reward for killing the Helbrute, the payout from previous tactical strikes, and the serious capital he'd racked up from constant combat and troop command at Heralius Hive City.
"Top of the leaderboard?! Just like that, number one?!"
"Came out of nowhere! That's what you call a real dark horse!"
"Old Devil Medici's game design is nuts! A regular person really can blow up overnight?"
"Regular? You call solo-killing a Chaos elite Helbrute regular? This guy's got to be sandbagging!"
"Sandbagger or not, he's carrying the Imperial banner now! Look at the Chaos side—Scorchwind and See You Tomorrow's points combined aren't climbing half as fast as his!"
In Scorchwind's personal stream (where viewers could see footage and chat, but the streamer himself couldn't see chat), the vibe was even weirder.
Since livestream split-screens were shared across platforms, huge numbers of viewers had poured into Scorchwind's channel not to watch his gameplay, but to use this "enemy POV" stream to better track and discuss I Am Not God's performance.
"Yo Wind! Your opponents just spawned a monster!"
"Check the minimap! That area you just cleared looks like it got pushed back by this 'I Am Not God' guy and his troops!"
"The Helbrute got soloed! Wind, watch out, other side might be hacking!"
"What hacks? That's 'Recognition of Krieg' plus solid mechanics, okay! Though the mechanics look kinda rough..."
"Wind just got passed in points! Imperial side now has a 10k+ point monster!"
"Who the hell is this nobody? Anybody got intel on him?"
Chat scrolled like crazy, packed with curiosity, shock, skepticism about I Am Not God, and anticipation for how Scorchwind would react.
Scorchwind was currently fighting in another zone and hadn't immediately noticed the huge shift in the points ranking or the specific situation at Heralius.
But viewers could already sense that when this competitive streamer realized his spotlight had been completely stolen by some "random nobody," and his points massively overtaken, sparks were going to fly.
The official broadcast director clearly recognized the massive traffic potential in this split-screen.
Within moments, the feed following I Am Not God expanded rapidly, shifted to the livestream's secondary focus position, and even briefly took over the main screen.
The commentator's hyped-up voice came through:
"Folks! An incredible turnaround! At Heralius Hive City, we've just witnessed what might be the most insane individual performance since this competition started!
Player 'I Am Not God,' this total unknown, after getting special command authority from the Death Korps of Krieg, pulled off an epic last-stand defense!
He didn't just command troops to hold a collapsing line—with one arm gone, he single-handedly took down the Chaos side's top-tier elite unit, a Helbrute! His points rocketed straight to the top of the Imperial faction rankings!"
"We still can't fully break down how he pulled this off, but it absolutely proves the limitless potential within the Battlefield: Warhammer 40K world!
Any player, with enough determination and guts, working with the game's deep systems, can write their own legend!
'I Am Not God'... in the eyes of millions of viewers, he might as well be called the 'Mortal Wargod' now!"
The camera stayed locked on that figure with one severed arm yet walking with steady steps through the rubble.
The chainsword in his hand hummed quietly, silent gray soldiers following behind.
Smoke drifted past his young but hardened face, the fire in his eyes burning through the screen into the eyes of millions watching.