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

of their match spread like

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

and set out

he just wandered off, didn't talk

frustration. How could he lose? Such

routine of breaking down the gameplay; as it came to the battle between Alaric and her, she pinpointed the latter's weaknesses and

had never

her phone, she found a message

pondered for a moment before replying. [Does

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

[I know.]

you insist on streaming, I'd recommend signing with Alaric's company. If

amusing. Alaric, looking out for

why would she put herself under anyone's thumb

Soon, another

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

with scoff. [Which team