Chapter 2

Stacy immediately saw me sitting across from Lewis. The smile on her face froze in an instant.

Her pupils widened abruptly, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Heather?"

Without even looking at her, I lifted my iced latte and took a slow sip.

Lewis frowned and looked at Stacy with displeasure.

"You know her?"

I casually stirred the ice in my cup.

"She is my roommate, Stacy White. "

Stacy bit down hard on her lower lip.

Panic and jealousy flashed in her eyes. She glanced at Lewis's strikingly attractive face, then back at me.

In the end, greed overpowered her fear. She took a deep breath, then boldly pulled out a chair and sat right next to us.

"Lewis, what a coincidence," she said, adopting a pitiful, fragile look. "In fact, I was the one who invited you here today."

She reached out, trying to grab Lewis's hand on the table.

"Heather just happened to pass by. She doesn't even play this game at all."

Lewis jerked his hand back as if he had been shocked, and a flash of disgust crossed his eyes.

He turned to look at me in confusion. I gave a soft laugh, resting my chin on my hand as I watched Stacy.

"Oh? You were the one who set this up? Then why don't you tell us which dungeon we cleared together last night?"

Stacy stiffened immediately. She had logged into my account, but she had been busy chatting the whole time and had no idea what went on in the game. After a long silence, she failed to respond at all.

"I was too tired last night to remember," she said.

She looked away, attempting to recover what little composure she had left.

"Lewis, don't listen to her. She's never even seen what a max-level account looks like."

My smile carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Since you're so confident, let's talk about mechanics."

I turned to Lewis and said in a composed, matter-of-fact tone, "After the recent update, the mage skill 'Frostworld' had its cast animation reduced by half a second. To prevent it from being interrupted in cross-server PvP, should the third row go for 'Rapid Cooldown' or 'Frost Shield'?"

Lewis's eyes lit up at once. This was the kind of edge-case knowledge that only top players would care about.

He turned to Stacy, studying her closely. "Stacy, since you're 'Moonwalker,' what's your take?"

Stacy was completely stunned. She usually only used my account to act cute in safe zones and collect gifts. She couldn't even recognize all the hotkeys, let alone understand cast animations or talent trees.

"I think…" she stammered, nervously tugging at the ill-fitting white designer dress.

"I think 'Frost Shield' would be better. It helps with survival."

She offered the answer as if it were reasonable, hoping it would sound convincing.

Lewis's expression cooled instantly.

I laughed sharply without holding back. "That's a trash talent only low-level beginners would choose."

"You don't even understand basic class mechanics, and you still dare to impersonate the number one mage on the server?"

Each word hit Stacy like a slap across the face.

Lewis immediately followed up with a clear and decisive dismissal.

"Please leave. My girlfriend and I have private matters to discuss, and we would prefer not to be disturbed by outsiders."

Stacy's face turned a deep reddish purple. Her disguise had been completely torn away in public, and she had to watch the main target she had worked so hard for fall straight into my hands.

A wave of humiliation and unwillingness overwhelmed her.

She could not keep it together any longer. Covering her face, she rushed out of the cafe like a defeated stray.

"Damn, that was such a clean and precise takedown from Heather!"

"Stacy is totally clueless. She can't even answer a single question!"

"Lmao, she doesn't even know what Rapid Cooldown is and still tries to pass herself off as the top mage!"

"It is over. Heather has already secured the main target!"

"Poor Stacy is likely crying right now. She isn't going to let this slide!"

I watched the flood of comments scrolling rapidly across the screen and calmly finished the last sip of my iced latte.

If she refused to let this go, that suited me just fine.

This was only the first catch. The real show had just begun.