Zeno and Jace entered the frame, and the audience was instantly bombarded with their visuals.
– Wasn’t this the team with the backdoor win? View the correct content at AllNovelFull
– OMG ZENO’S HERE???
– Who’s the quiet guy? Dang, he’s handsome.
– LMAO not Lacta Lynx again
– Can Zeno even play tho? He just got lucky, right?
Mimi angled the camera slightly toward Zeno, who sat beside her wearing headphones and staring blankly at the monitor. He leaned slightly forward, his fingers on the keyboard.
“Zeno, they’re asking if you really play the game?”
“I play,” Zeno replied coolly, not even looking up.
The comment section went feral.
– I play? He’s so unbothered.
– no bc that’s sexy
– My man said one word, and I’m melting.
– Yeah, okay, but he still can’t throw milk for shit.
Only Mimi’s screen was being recorded, but she promised to occasionally pan the screen to get the others’ gameplay. Meanwhile, the cameras focused from one person to another. At one point, it caught Jace leaning back in his chair, head tilted.
– Dang Jace is actually kinda hot when he’s focused.
– Yeah, he looks handsome when he keeps his mouth shut.
– On the other hand, Zeno needs to speak more.
– Yeah, that kind of face needs to speak more.
“Alright,” Mimi said, “let’s get into the game!”
They loaded into the Gear of Guardians match. As expected, Zeno locked in Lacta Lynx without hesitation.
“Why do you keep picking her?” Mimi asked, laughing as she bought her starting item.
“Because she’s the only one I can play,” Zeno replied as his hero purred onscreen, firing milk bullets at nothing in particular.
“How long have you been playing again?” Mimi asked, adjusting his headset.
Zeno shrugged. “Two days.”
The chat imploded again.
– two DAYS??
– He was invited to such a big event after two days of playing?
– No wonder he sucks.
– This is why we hate such collabs. Real players grind for years.
Zeno turned to the camera. “It’s time to show my skills.”
Jace merely shook his head while Mimi burst into giggles.
The match began, and as usual, Jace and Mimi were holding down their lanes solidly. Jace snagged first blood within the first three minutes, bouncing out of the jungle with his slick combos.
“I’m on fire!” Jace called.
In another apartment, Risa sat cross-legged with her glasses perched low on her nose, watching the stream on her tablet.
“He’s so cute,” Risa whispered as she stared at Zeno.
“… and bad,” she added. “But it’s part of his charm.”
Meanwhile, Mimi was dominating the midlane. Though she’d always been ranked lower than pro streamers, her game sense and careful item use showed through. She kited enemies gracefully and had good map awareness.
– Go, Mimi!
– She’s even better than Zeno. I don’t know what to say.
As for Zeno, he had one kill. And even that was debatable since he also died right afterward.
Still, it counted.
“Zeno MVP,” the chat teased.
– This guy’s a joke
– Lacta Lynx was nerfed three patches ago; she shouldn’t even be viable
– It’s insulting to put real gamers next to this
But for every hate comment, there was someone defending him.
– Leave him alone, he’s trying his best
– This is the only time I’ll root for a milk-spitting lynx
– idc if he sucks, this is entertaining as hell
As the game trudged forward, Zeno kept his calm. He muttered reminders to himself about cooldowns and mana, occasionally calling out positions on the map like he knew what he was doing.
Jace sighed. “Zeno, that’s a bush.”
“I know,” Zeno said. “I like hiding.”
He stayed there for a good while until he ambushed his opponent. However, with his lack of gold and items, he inevitably lost.
Meanwhile, in a high-tech esports facility in Seoul, the glow of RGB lights bounced off new monitors and mechanical keyboards as the elite national team “ToMB”—short for Titans of Mobile Battle—huddled in their soundproofed training room. Each of them wore their official black and red uniforms, focused as ever on the match they were simulating.
“Yo, pause the game for a sec!” Crabby, their boisterous support player, spun his chair toward the projector at the corner of the room. “Guys, you have to see this.”
“Again with the clips?” muttered Real-Faker, their cool and methodical marksman. Also known as the best GoG player in the world.
Their jungler, Smitzy, groaned. “If it’s that guy playing Lacta Lynx again, I swear—”
“It is,” Crabby grinned, rapidly typing on the keyboard to pull up the stream. “He’s got no map awareness, no timing, no wave management… but he’s hella entertaining.”
The projector turned on, showing MimiKawaii’s stream. There, Zeno’s Lacta Lynx hero was seen walking straight into the jungle again and getting mauled by jungle creeps.
“Dude!” Crabby cackled. “He died to the same buff three times in a row. Three!”
Real-Faker narrowed his eyes. “Who even uses Lacta anymore?”
“Right?” said their top laner, Knots. “Her skills are too easy to read. She’s useless in ranked.”
“I honestly can’t wait to meet him,” Crabby said. “We’re going this Saturday, right?”
Meanwhile, across town…
Zeno’s fourth game for the night was in full swing. His face was calm, and his tone completely serious as he announced, “I got four kills.”
Jace coughed, “And fourteen deaths.”
“I’m good now,” Zeno said proudly.
Mimi turned her camera on him. “You really believe that, don’t you?” View the correct content at AllNovelFull
“Of course,” Zeno replied.
– LOL four kills but proud like he’s MVP
– Zeno has the confidence of a diamond player and the skills of a bronze baby
– We love a delulu king
– Don’t let him cook. He’s using fireless pans.
– Don’t be too harsh now.
– He’s trying his best! He’s actually improving.
– At least he listens to his teammates, unlike my ex.
– It’s only been two days. Let the man learn.
Zeno leaned closer to the mic. “We’re going to win on Saturday.”
Jace stared at him and subtly shook his head, telling Zeno to cut it off. With this progress, they really weren’t going to win!
“You’ll see,” Zeno stubbornly continued.
The comments were filled with hate, encouragement, and amusement. However, the bottom line was that they didn’t believe him.
“And if you don’t win?” he read a comment out loud.
“If we don’t…” he said slowly, thoughtfully, before staring straight into the screen with a serious expression.
“I’ll dress up as Lacta Lynx.”