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.

to fall back, Karl charged

was a disaster. Karl had completely lost his composure, and the game seemed beyond

sigh at the

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

patting Karl on the

aback, his gaze flickering

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

skill,

a death trap!" Karl

the bushes, their jungle and shooter working in perfect harmony. Their combined forces turned the tide, securing a clean sweep in a 2v3

that 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, the team's overall performance was

battlefield's dynamics had

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

climax of the game approached

softly, a

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

his ultimate skill

charged in,

of the

Yates to

damage, with` Cordelia following up with a devastating

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

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

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?

Cordelia focuses on mage roles and we let Yates take the shooter position,

turn as everyone remembered Waller's

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