Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 241

Karl was on the verge of tears, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm sorry, Captain. It's all my fault. I let the team down."

He was the youngest of the lot, still green behind the ears. While his gaming skills were passable, being the last man standing in EW Club after the rest of the team had been sidelined due to injuries had put immense pressure on him. His resilience was tested, and unfortunately, he buckled under the weight of expectation.

This was the crux of EW Club's problem with their shooter position.

Karl had a long road ahead, needing at least a season to mature into the role.

Floyd clenched his jaw but softened his tone. "It's not your fault," he said reassuringly, always the pillar of calm in the stormy seas.

But even Floyd and Cordelia, the team's support, couldn't carry the game by themselves. Cordelia was new, still figuring out the dynamics of team fights, which made this scrimmage particularly challenging.

"Watch out!" Cordelia suddenly called. "Mid's gone missing."

The top laner chimed in, "Top's still here, but their jungler's MIA."

Their words triggered a collective realization, their eyes darting to Karl, who had just respawned, only to be ambushed once more by three opponents at the bottom lane.

Fuming, Karl pushed his keyboard away, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"Stay focused," Floyd sighed, trying to stabilize the young player's morale.

Through his tears, Karl's voice trembled. "I'm so useless. If only I had launched my ultimate at the right moment, I could've escaped. But I panicked seeing them all rush at me."

Wade taunted in the public chat, "Looks like your new shooter's got stage fright, eh? Scared as a quail!"

That was the last straw for Karl.

back, Karl charged forward

was a disaster. Karl had completely lost his composure, and

could only sigh at

not bad, a new face? Shame about your shooter, though. Got a new guy and still not

that, Yates stepped up, patting Karl on the shoulder. "Step aside. Let me

his gaze flickering between Yates and

play." Yates took his seat, his usually defiant demeanor subdued, his fiery red hair seeming to dim in intensity as he focused on his

him again, Yates showcased his skill, dodging their assault. Yet, instead

heading into a death

perfect harmony. Their combined forces turned the tide, securing a

now complemented by Cordelia's damage output. Even with Clay and the top laner's occasional missteps, the

dynamics

initially struggling with teamwork, found inspiration in Yates and Floyd's example, understanding the essence of

climax of the game approached with

Yates called out softly, a signal understood only

a move that seemed suicidal for a

his ultimate skill

charged in,

the

Yates to reposition and

dealing damage, with` Cordelia following up with a devastating

staggering 1-for-5 trade in EW

the opposing team was completely annihilated, paving the way for a

was out of play. "This felt like the golden days of EW Club. Captain,

on mage roles and we let Yates take the shooter position, we might just clinch

a somber turn as everyone

victory, their first in two months, breaking a losing streak that had haunted them during the