At the hotel, Aaron's E-sports team was immersed in last-minute training before the big showdown.

Every face bore the same grim expression as if they were each carrying the weight of a debt of millions.

"We're team fighting! You blind?"

"You're the one to talk! Baron got stolen!"

"Shut up, you two feeders! We're underfarmed. Stop rushing into fights!"

"Can we all just focus, please? The tournament's the day after tomorrow!"

The last to speak was Bennett, the team's good-natured captain. He had not seen Vivienne at the club's meeting the other day.

"Shut up!" The three of them rounded on Bennett in unison.

Although Bennett was the captain, his authority paled in comparison to the team's youngest member, Aaron. His seniority was the only reason he held the title. He sighed. The team's recent losing streak had morale at rock bottom, and Kenneth's taunts had only added insult to injury.

He was relieved Aaron was not there; else, fists might have flown.

Aaron could not find humor in the quarrels inside.

These clashes were common, and their seven-game losing streak, a stark reversal from their previous seven-win streak, was a tough pill for anyone to swallow.

With Aaron around, they managed to keep it together, but in his absence, tempers flared even hotter.

Vivienne frowned. She remembered when this team was a united force set on claiming the championship. Now, it was a stark contrast.

"Vivienne..." Aaron bowed his head, too ashamed to look Vivienne in the eye.

bang, Vivienne kicked

seats. Quentin, known for his hot temper, slammed his headset

not again... Holy smokes,

up, crowding around as they

thought

goodness, with you back, Vivienne, we've got a fighting

Vivienne and Aaron, we'll

looked at Vivienne with a mix

too, was moved, his eyes shining like stars as he

to their surprise, Vivienne's face was stormy. "You call yourselves pro

dimmed in their eyes. The room fell into an awkward silence, and

Bennett spoke up. "Vivienne, everyone's just really

an eyebrow. "Oh? Now you remember you're supposed

fiddling with his fingers. Despite being the

well how he had

if he was disrespected by his teammates, overlooked by management, and

on the verge of retirement after the World Championships. Who would respect a spent force on the brink of hanging up his

example and earn their respect. But all you do

of inferiority wash over him. "I... My skills are lacking. Naturally,

wanting to defend Bennett, but he did not

are lacking? You hold the record for the highest kills in Hawk Club. You have the highest solo-win rate. When

lump in his throat, the glory days still

gaze to Quentin. "Got a big temper, I see. Think you can do

being the loudest, even outside

good enough..." Quentin mumbled a response, clearly not

Vivienne reprimanded, "Have you forgotten how Bennett signed you despite the club's higher-ups not approving? He bet his entire career on you! Before you entered this

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