Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 243

When Karl made it into the starting lineup for the EW Club, his popularity surged, boosting his social media followers to a hefty sixty to seventy thousand. The club, a beacon for gamers who worshipped the ground these players dueled on, became a second home for him. Yet, with the spotlight came the shadows. For every defeat, Karl bore the brunt of criticism, accused of dragging the team down and failing to sync with the tactics that the veterans, his idols, executed with finesse.

The release of a controversial video had the fanbase in an uproar, with comments flooding in:

"Whoa, is this the new sharpshooter for EW Club? I thought it was supposed to be a girl!"

"This guy's got some serious swag!"

- "Come take a look, folks. Is this a slap in the face or what? @Wade"

tears. EW Club is on the verge of victory. Just one win, and I'll die happy. Watching them grow over the

tears. But just as he was finding his footing, criticism from the community threatened to knock him back

the script. Floyd, the team's captain and a figure of calm authority, was caught off guard by the sudden shift in public opinion. Accustomed to the controlled environment of professional gaming where strategies were guarded like state secrets,

of Floyd, Karl stood his ground, willing to accept any punishment. He couldn't bear seeing his teammates, his idols, take the fall for the team's shortcomings. "I can't stand by and watch EW Club get dragged through the mud anymore!" he declared, a statement that brought

composed demeanor in the gaming world unleashed a fury no one had seen before, demanding the

together. Floyd, taking charge, reached out to Hackett, a figure of immense power and influence in the gaming community, to contain the fallout. "Hackett we've got an urgent situation. A video from our team got leaked

Club was more than just about gaming; it was about loyalty, passion, and the fierce desire to protect one's team against all odds. In the world

up the phone, the weight of the conversation still

Yates standing on the balcony, his gaze fixed on him. Floyd

want me going pro

up; Yates had