No Sleeping [Infinite]

I'm revising the blurb once more before starting.

Probably cyberpunk + evil gods + apocalyptic infinite game + livestreaming (very few of these elements, and no random viewer comments).

He dug himself out of a garbage heap. Among all the scrap metal, he was the only organic thing.

To survive, the first thing he had to do was find a job.

But with absolutely nothing to his name, the only way he could find work was to sell himself on the black market.

"ID code," the old man said impatiently.

He didn't have one.

"Oh, an undocumented person. That's common. What modifications do you have?"

When he woke up, all he had was this functioning body. He didn't even know whether anything had been installed in it.

The old man looked him up and down a few times, then gave him three options: the red-light district, the underground fighting arena, and the last one: game streaming.

One meant selling his body, and the other meant selling his body too.

By comparison, game streaming sounded more normal, so he chose the last option, not noticing that the old man had already started counting the money.

They say this game was made for rich people seeking thrills. People like him, with no money, struggle to survive in the game and create exciting scenes for the rich to watch.

Ever since humanity lost the ability to sleep several centuries ago, these illegal livestream memory clips have been the only way to rest in place of dreams.

"Newbie?" a teammate in the game asked, sizing him up.

He nodded.

Then he heard his teammate say to the comments, "Chat, one deep-water tip for one item of clothing! If you want to see the newbie next door take something off, that'll cost two!"

Him: "?"

Then he watched his teammate take off his shirt, head out and beat up a bunch of monsters, and come back covered in blood. "You, take your clothes off and go fight with this. That's what they love to watch. You can fight me first too."

So, to defend himself, he beat up the teammate who tried to strip him first.

He opened other people's livestreams. The screens mostly fell into two categories: all red, or all white.

Oh no. This game stream was a combination of the red-light district and the underground fighting arena. He'd have to sell his body and "sell his body."

Was it still too late to switch careers?

What do you mean his life is bound to the game, and he has to clear it before he can wake up?

The comments started appearing: "Want to eat," "Want to eat," "Hungry," "Mommy," "Daddy."

Are these really legitimate comments? Are you calling each other Mom and Dad just to watch some clips?!

Fighting monsters is fine, but absolutely no taking off clothes!

The top's the one who leaves comments (.). I'll revise the details when I actually start writing.

Probably an apocalyptic infinite game, but if I decide I can't write the apocalypse well, I'll change it to a regular infinite game.

The protagonist is a proper streamer.

Theme: Fight to stay alive