Chapter 17 One Game, One Legend
The rest followed right after
“No way you’re a real newbie. Whose main are you? That was unreal.
“I totally misjudged you earlier. You’re a legit god. I take back everything
“Can I add you? That match felt so smooth with you leading. Let’s duo sometime.”
“Didn’t you say if Wingflare carried, you’d twist your head off?”
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“Yeah… about that. Please pretend I never said that. I’m a full–on Wingflare stan now. Can we not talk about the head thing?
Jean took one glance at the flood of messages and calmly typed
“No smurf. Just this one account.
And with that, she logged off.
At that point, the livestream had rocketed up the rankings for its time slot. It wasn’t quite pulling pro–level numbers, but it was definitely blowing up with hype.
“It’s already over? That didn’t feel long enough.”
“Is Wingflare still playing? I need more of his ranked matches. That was pure eye candy”
“Dude. He’s way too cool. I’m obsessed.”
“He plays like a pro–honestly better than a lot of them. Who is this guy?”
“Big–brain reads, flawless moves, and pure style. He might actually rival Deadmark.”
“Someone please drop intel on Wingflare. I’m desperate to send a friend request.”
“Ne joke, I watched that whole match basically on my knees. Unreal
At the same time, Reddit’s front page was almost completely taken over. Nearly every trending post was about one name Wingflare.
“A literal star just landed on Server One.
“Bronze rank with pro–level gameplay. This guy’s insane.
“Wingflare, if you’re out there reading this–reply. I’m your fan now, no joke
“Whoever that was just dropped into low ranks and absolutely dominated. It was like watching a shark in a kiddie pool”
“Hey, where’s that original poster from earlier? What’s it like getting carried by the Bronze you were trash–talking?”
Help I thought Deadmark was my one and only, but Wingflare just stole my heart. The skills, the swagger–everything:
I was in that match He said that’s his only account. No smurting”
“Wait really? Ite’s just a random new player with cracked mechanics?”
“Wingflare has such a distinct playstyle. Definitely doesn’t feel like a typical pro’s alt. Nobody even knows if he’s a guy or a
Has to be a guy. No way a girl plays like that”
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Chapter 17 One Game, One Legend,
Her rank had jumped straight from Bronze to Gold in a single leap.
The system only gave her a little over a hundred for the win.
The rest? All from spectator power–ups.
That much? Seriously?
Jean’s brows drew together.
Were there really that many people watching that match?
Apparently so–way more than she expected.
What she didn’t know yet was that she had already gone viral on League of Legends Reddit. She was the new name on everyone’s lips.
After glancing at her stats, she logged out.
le day into gaming.
It wasn’t a weekend. She couldn’t afford to sink her whole day into gaming.
At the rate she was going, she’d hit high rank soon.
And once she did, there was a good chance she’d get matched with Winston.
That was her goal.
To challenge Winston.
Because in the end, everything she did came down to one mission, which was to bring Winston home willingly.
Meanwhile, Winston had just logged out. Rylan, who finished his game too, picked up his phone and opened League of Legends Reddit to do some casual scrolling.
They were hanging out at Rylan’s apartment.
Whenever they felt like gaming together, this was their go–to spot.
The apartment was huge, the setup was perfect, and they even had staff around to help out.
“Reddit’s going wild about some star player showing up in Server One?” Rylan said, scrolling fast. “Another ‘next Deadmark? Come on. These guys hype anyone with decent mechanics. Give it a rest. Not every rookie needs to be the second coming.”
He shook his head, smirking a little.
Then his expression froze.
Something on the screen caught his eye.
He paused, staring at a post
It was a thread filled with GIFs of Wingflare’s plays from that last match–clean edits of every highlight.
tylan’s eyes narrowed. The surprise hit fast.
“Winston This guy’s legit. You need to see this. He shoved the phone in Winston’s direction, eyes gleaming with excitement. is the first time. someone’s mechanics actually caught my eye”
“These plays are gorgeous. No wonder people are calling him the next Deadmark. For real–besides you, this citement.
Winston said nothing. He sat quietly, his lips drawn in a flat line, eyes lazily sliding over the animated clips on Rylan’s phone.
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His gaze stopped.
He stared at the screen for a moment longer than usual. Something in his eyes sharpened, just slightly
This one might actually be worth watching
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Like always, Jean showed up early at Stellarford Academy.
Sofia, who sat behind her, leaned in as soon as Jean dropped into her seat, voice low and filled with curiosity.
“Jean, rumor is we’ve got a transfer student today.”
“Yeah?” Jean didn’t have much of a reaction. Honestly, she was more impressed with how on–point Sofia’s gossip radar always
was.
This girl hears everything.
“Where’d you get that info?”
“I ran into the dean this morning. She said so herself. Sofia said, dead serious.
Right then, their stand–in homeroom teacher walked in. The sharp clack of her heels echoed through the room as she made her way to the front. She cleared her throat, then gave the class a well–rehearsed smile.
“Alright, Class 3. Today you’ll be meeting a new student. We’re about to have one more person joining our little classroom family”
As soon as the teacher finished speaking, the entire classroom exploded with chatter.
“A new kid: No way!
“A transfer student? Getting into Stellarford halfway through? They’ve gotta be next–level…”
Transfers at Stellarford Academy were basically unheard of. Anyone who qualified usually started here from the very beginning.
The school had crazy–high standards, so if someone transferred in now, they were absolutely handpicked by the principal, “Hope they’re not another walking headache
“Haha, fingers crossed it’s someone fun this time. Just please–not another attention–seeking nightmare.”
“Alright everyone, settle down.” The homeroom teacher clapped her hands, motioning for the class to quiet. Then she turned toward the door and called out, “You can come in
now
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