Chapter 15 Just Wait–I’ll Carry
+8 Pearls
Dominic looked up slightly, as if he’d just heard something unbelievable. Even Bryson was surprised by Jean’s sudden offer.
Neither of them took it seriously. To them, it was just a kid saying something on a
a whim
Jean could tell they thought she was joking, so she asked seriously, “Dominic, if I actually bring Winston home, will you give me the 690 thousand or not?”
Even with her straight face, Dominic still didn’t take it seriously.
He answered in a light, amused tone, like he was humoring a child, “Sure. Of course I will.”
Jean clenched her fist. “Great, Just you wait,”
Dominic looked into her eyes, as if something had just occurred to him. “You seem… really interested in that 690 thousand.”
Jean nodded. “Of course”
“You short on cash?” Dominic’s brows drew together slightly.
“Not exactly.” Jean shrugged. “I just want to start saving for retirement.”
Dominic was speechless.
Being a woman of action, Jean immediately launched her “690 thousand” operation.
She got Winston’s number from Dominic.
Then she started calling.
Unsurprisingly, no one picked up.
Jean didn’t give up. She kept dialing, spamming call after call.
Eventually-
She realized Winston had blocked her.
But no big deal–Jean just registered a new number and continued her harassment campaign from there,
Finally-
Winston called her back.
Heaven had heard her cries!
i was genuinely moved, like the clouds had parted and the moon had come out. She answered in a deliberately soft voice, Finton, you finally picked up_
Jean, are you out of your damn mind?”
Winston’s voice was sharp, laced with danger and ice.
“I just Jean barely got a word out before he cut her off
His tone was cold and commanding, like a wall of frost pouring out through the phone, “Don’t think helping you once means you can just call me You’re nothing to me
7:40 PM c
Chapter 15 Just Wait–I’ll Carry
+8 Pearls
“If you cross the line again, I won’t go easy on you.” Winston’s voice was pure frostbite. No warmth, no patience. Jean couldn’t help but shiver a little..
Just then, she heard someone in the background yell, “Winston! Get on already! Ranked game’s starting! League of Legends, let’s go!”
The call abruptly ended.
Jean stared at her phone, thinking
If she wasn’t mistaken-
Someone had just called Winston to play a
play a game. And that game was called League of Legends
She didn’t
expect to see a real–world game referenced in this novel world.
Before transmigrating, Jean had lived in a reality where League of Legends was a huge deal.
The author must’ve directly borrowed the name.
League of Legends, huh….
Jean’s eyes lit up. She immediately turned on her laptop.
This was one of the most popular PC games our there, with a player base in the millions.
Jean registered an account and tried to log in–only to find herself stuck in a queue.
While she waited, she browsed the League of Legends forums.
“Newbie here—what server should I start on?”
She clicked into the thread at the top of the page.
“As long as it’s not Server 1, you’re good.”
“Yeah, avoid Server 1.
“Join Server 13. Chill vibes, good people.”
“Server 13? Please. It’s a ghost town. Takes forever to find teammates.”
“Bull. It’s not a ghost town. It’s just not full of students, so it looks dead. Weekends are fine?
“Why not Server I thought”
“Because that place is crawling with pros. It’s a bloodbath. You’ll get wiped.”
“Yeah, if you’re new, stay far away. Server I is hell. It’s a training ground for the gods.”
“It’s basically impossible to rank up there unless you’re cracked. But if you’re into watching top–tier play, that’s the place. Deadmark is there”
m a Deadmark fan too! He’s number one on the server. I just want to be in the same game
humTM
d luck with that Deadmark doesn’t talk to anyone. Even pro teams are fighting over him with million–dollar offers, and
Jean paused at that nani–Deadmark
adn’t know the elite players of this word’s version of the game, but her gut told her
teadmark might be Winston
Chapter 15 Just Wait–I’ll Carry
Of course he’d be good at games
So becoming the number one League of Legends player? Not surprising at all
Meanwhile, the login queue ended and the server selection screen popped up:
There were 25 servers in total. Jean moved her mouse and clicked Server 1 without hesitation.
Once inside, the match screen came up.
The game was 5v5–five randomly matched teammates fighting five opponents.
Win to gain points, lose to drop points. Accumulate enough and you rank up.
Right now, Jean was a Bronze 0–no rank, no points.
She’d skipped the beginner tutorials and hadn’t farmed any practice matches against bots.
She went straight to the hardest mode–live player matches.
Because that’s where the biggest point gains were.
She needed to rank up fast if she wanted a shot at crossing paths with Deadmark.
“What the hell, we got matched with a Bronze 0?”
Since the game hadn’t started yet and they were still picking champions, the team chat was open.
“Seriously? This noob’s gonna feed like crazy. Why even queue?”
“Yeah, this is gonna be a disaster. Can we surrender now?”
“I’m not scared of the enemy team. I’m scared of trash teammates. This is an auto–loss,”
“Ugh. Killed my vibe. Had luck today, I guess.”
“Hey, mute Bronze, maybe leave now and save us all the trouble. We can’t carry you.”
Jean stared at the raging chat, her face calm and unmoved.
None of the insults fazed her.
She finally typed her first message. “Don’t worry. Just wait—I’ll carry”
Send Gifts
48
