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!]

be a bit of a jerk, but he's got skills in gaming. Can't believe you

footage of their match spread like

and bad-mouthing SweetLemon during her stream to gain followers, was shocked to see the news

set out to find

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

her foot in frustration. How could

came to the battle between Alaric and

had

her phone, she found a message from Lucian.

for a moment before replying. [Does it matter if

you think. Streaming isn't easy, it's a

[I know.]

company. If you're seen as

found the idea amusing. Alaric,

clutches; why would

ignored the message. Soon,

join any group. But I ask only one thing, stay

scoff. [Which team