When They Beg, I Rise!

Lemira didn't care if Alaric could recognize her voice after finishing her piece.

She dove into the game, ready for her first battle of the day! She was well aware that making it to this level meant her opponents were no slouches. Her first match kicked off against a berserker, tough as nails and hard to take down.

Her opponent taunted, "Girl, beg for mercy now and maybe I'll go easy on you. After all, a spot won by hiring a ringer won't save you." Lemira didn't bother with a comeback; she let her gameplay do the talking.

Five minutes later, her opponent was eating dust. Unsurprisingly, Lemira came out on top!

After each battle, there was a three-minute breather. The chat in Lemira's streaming room exploded with reactions.

[Where's that cocky guy now?]

Watching the stream, Alaric couldn't believe his ears. The streamer's voice was a dead ringer for Lemira's.

How could that be? Was he hearing things?

Alaric turned to his secretary next to him, asked incredulously, "Did the streamer just speak?"

The secretary nodded, "Yeah, sounds like a young girl. Something wrong?"

Alaric didn't respond; he was fixated on the stream, his emotions in turmoil.

he not made the

she was indeed

"Alaric, What's

slightly, "That streamer's voice, it's just like Lemira's!

if it might be Lemmy too. But I figured it's just a

words, "You're probably right. It should be just a

could really be Lemira! He didn't dare

have hit 200,000,

back at once,

she hasn't lost a single match since she started

team, the finals would be in the

Alaric's eyes. Yes, he felt

standing on the sidelines, struggled to maintain her composure. If they brought this person onto the team, where

newcomer award, Alaric might just hand it to this

streaming for two hours and securing a ten-match winning streak,

the result, she smiled. She massaged her sore

turned on her

for all