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 in

completely lost his

could only sigh

them, "Hanging in there isn't too shabby, I suppose. That mid-laner's not bad, a new face? Shame about your

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

aback, his gaze flickering between Yates and

who, after a tense thirty-second stare at the screen, finally consented just as Karl was about to respawn. "Let him play." Yates took his seat, his usually defiant demeanor subdued, his fiery red hair seeming to dim in intensity as he focused on his role, moving towards the

enemies converged on him again, Yates showcased his skill, dodging their assault. Yet, instead of retreating,

heading into a

jungle and shooter working in perfect harmony. Their combined forces turned the tide,

dominated the gaming world as the notorious duo, now complemented by Cordelia's damage output. Even

battlefield's dynamics had shifted

in Yates and Floyd's example, understanding the essence of leveraging each other's

climax of the game approached with one final team

called out softly, a signal

a move that seemed suicidal for a

as his ultimate

in, absorbing

of the enemy's

Yates to reposition

with` Cordelia following

a staggering 1-for-5 trade in EW Club's

was completely annihilated,

excitement, even though he was out of play. "This felt like the golden days of EW Club. Captain, the synergy between you and

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

a somber turn

the mood remained uplifted by their victory, their first in two months, breaking a losing streak that had