When They Beg, I Rise!

Alaric felt like his mind had been through a blender. All those secret strategies, they were Lemira's brainchild.

Alaric hadn't taken them seriously before, but with the finals looming and no suitable gunner in sight, he'd decided to give Lemira's suggestions a shot to avoid making any unexpected mistakes. Staring at the computer screen in disbelief, he couldn't believe that SweetLemon was Lemira. His character bolted from the room, "Who are you, really?"

He'd been in denial all along. But now, he had to face the truth!

Why had Lemira hidden her identity, played him for a fool, and refused to rejoin his team?

Lemira dodged Alaric's confrontational stance, "Better save those moves, they won't work on me!"

"Lemira, is that you? Answer me!"

Her response was cool, "I told you before, your moves are full of defects, and it seems nothing's changed."

With that, Lemira's character jumped in the air, launching into a counterattack, leaving Alaric unable to fend off and collapsing on the ground.

Lemira had won, advancing to the top 90! The chat exploded with excitement.

[Wow, Ms. Lemon, you just took down a pro!]

a jerk, but

of their match spread

SweetLemon during her stream to gain followers, was shocked to see the news of

set out to find Alaric, "Where's

the match, he just wandered off, didn't talk to

stomped her foot in frustration.

the match, Lemira went through her usual routine of breaking down the gameplay; as it came to the battle between Alaric and her, she pinpointed the latter's weaknesses and strategic flaws

had

her analysis. Checking her phone, she found a message from Lucian. [SweetLemon, that's you, isn't

for a moment before replying.

weary smile,.[It's not what you think. Streaming isn't easy,

[I know.]

Alaric's company.

the idea amusing. Alaric, looking

family's clutches; why would she put herself under

the message. Soon,

ask only

with scoff. [Which team