Chapter 17

When his teammates voted to surrender, Kingston didn't even respond. For a brief moment, the room was silent. After rejecting the surrender, he glanced at Vivian standing at the door. His voice was low and serious. "Come in." Kingston walked further into the room, still gripping his phone as if he couldn't bear to put it down. Settling onto the couch, his face tense and shadowed with frustration, as if he had just lost a major deal. His character respawned, and he charged forward again with renewed confidence. But within seconds, the screen dimmed again. This time, the enemy pushed straight to their base tower. Instead of finishing the match, they lingered outside, spamming recall and taunting him. Kingston's irritation was plain to see. Another team wipe followed, and each death added to his growing frustration. Vivian glanced away awkwardly. But when his character respawned again, she couldn't resist watching, quietly criticizing him. His awareness was decent, but his executio