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.

Clay's warning to fall back, Karl charged forward in

completely lost his composure, and the game seemed

only sigh at the

I suppose. That mid-laner's not bad, a new face? Shame about your shooter, though. Got a new

up, patting Karl on the shoulder. "Step aside. Let

aback, his gaze

him play." Yates took his seat, his usually defiant demeanor subdued, his fiery red hair seeming

again, Yates showcased his skill, dodging their

into a

working in perfect harmony. Their combined forces turned the tide, securing a clean sweep

had once dominated the gaming world as the notorious duo, now complemented by Cordelia's damage output. Even with Clay and the top laner's occasional missteps,

battlefield's dynamics had

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

the game approached with one

Yates called out softly, a signal understood only

hesitation, Yates initiated, a move that seemed suicidal for a

his ultimate skill

charged in, absorbing

of the

Yates to reposition and

Cordelia following up

resulted in a staggering 1-for-5

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

his excitement, even though he was out of play. "This felt like the golden days of EW Club. Captain, the synergy between you and the new shooter is uncanny. You guys never teamed up before, right?

made a suggestion that sparked hope, "If Cordelia focuses on mage roles and we let

took a somber turn as

months, breaking a losing streak that had haunted them during