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!]

bit of a jerk, but

match spread like

been playing the sympathy card and bad-mouthing SweetLemon during her stream to gain

set out to find Alaric,

just wandered off, didn't talk

her foot in frustration. How could he

between Alaric and her, she pinpointed the latter's weaknesses and strategic flaws due to his personality, something she had always

had

analysis. Checking her phone, she

replying.

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

[I know.]

signing with Alaric's company. If you're

idea amusing. Alaric, looking out

why would she put herself under anyone's

the message. Soon, another

you can join any group. But I ask only one thing, stay away from

eyes dripped with scoff. [Which team