Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 241

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

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

could only sigh at

needle them, "Hanging in there isn't too shabby, I suppose. That mid-laner's not bad, a

patting Karl on the shoulder. "Step

taken aback, his gaze

"Let him play." Yates took

skill,

heading into a death

that moment, Floyd emerged from the bushes, their jungle and shooter working in perfect harmony. Their combined forces

of true teammates, the kind 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

battlefield's dynamics had

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

the game approached with one

softly, a

Yates initiated, a move that seemed

as his

in, absorbing

of the enemy's

Yates to reposition

damage, with` Cordelia following

flawless execution resulted in a staggering

was

the golden days of EW Club. Captain,

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

conversation took a somber turn

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

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