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!]

might be a bit of a jerk, but he's got skills in gaming.

footage of their match spread like wildfire

the sympathy card and bad-mouthing SweetLemon during her stream to gain followers, was shocked to see the news of Alaric's defeat. Impossible! How

her stream and set

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

stomped her foot in frustration. How could he

the battle between Alaric and her, she pinpointed the latter's weaknesses and

had never

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you think. Streaming isn't easy, it's a mixed bag. It's tough out

[I know.]

Alaric's company. If

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