Novel & Cerita The Gamer 121

"Boss, since this woman wronged you, I'll help you get your revenge!" Carla was a rare kind of gaming genius. Even when I dueled her one-on-one, I lost more often than I won. Someone like Madison, who barely had time to play games, was no match for her. In three minutes flat, Carla completely crushed her. Smiling sweetly, Carla turned on voice chat. "Tsk. With skills like that, you might want to spend less time talking and more time practicing—before your gameplay gets even more pathetic." "Who are you?" Madison asked calmly, completely unaffected by the taunt. "Wasn't Charlie the one using this account?

He wanted to walk into the room, but he ended up standing by the door, merely watching over her in silence. Charmine gamed for a very long time as her rage continued to fester. In the game, she killed whatever came in sight, and it caused havoc in the gaming world. [OMG! Boss! Skill is on point!] [Please teach me!] [Never thought a sniper can be so impressive! This is perhaps the best gamer in the country!] [This tactic seems familiar. Reminds me of the gamer Kill who took the gaming world by storm five years ago.] [It can’t be. This account seems like a new account! Can’t be Kill, I guess...?]

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

I unlocked the case with a silent, three-factor biometric press. My fingers brushed over the matte-black carbon fiber of my custom Glock, the lightweight ballistic vest, and the specialized, encrypted satellite terminal. I pulled the terminal out, setting it on a low workbench facing away from Malakai's cot. The soft, blue-gray glow of the boot screen illuminated my face, casting sharp shadows across my collarbone. My fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, typing with a blinding, silent speed. The network loaded. A secure channel to Zero blinked green.

I might as well have some fun. "I'll tell you if you promise not to get an inferiority complex," I said sweetly. I ticked off the names my favorite celebrities. "Nate Reynolds, Asher Donovan, Rafael Pessoa..." Dante looked unimpressed. "I didn't realize you were such a big soccer fan." Asher Donovan and Rafael Pessoa both played for Holchester United in the UK. "I'm a soccer player fan," I corrected. "There's a difference." I'd watched a total of three sports games in my life. l'd only mentioned Asher and Rafael because l saw them in an ad campaign yesterday and they were fresh on my mind.

LOL. 【These challengers look pretty mediocre. Looks like no one’s passing the Boss’s test this time either.】 "Now," the Boss said, his pale eyes sweeping over the rest of us. His voice was terrifyingly calm. "Your wishes?" The remaining players were pale with fear, huddled together and trembling. But me? I was staring at the numbers on my screen. 【Viewer Count: 127,539】 It was the highest I’d ever had. The Boss’s gaze finally landed on me, those deep eyes feeling like they could see straight into my soul.

"The bar’s in the north wing, kid. Don't trip on your way to the booze." Gammer “Gam” Hayes didn't even look up from the monitor. She was reclined in a leather pilot’s chair, boots up on the console, a bag of chips in her lap. The room smelled like ozone and stale coffee.

“And I don’t know the game you’re playing but one thing I know for certain is that you are not really the person you claim to be.” His brows shot up as a small smile appeared at the corners of his lips. “Maybe you should focus on your pack and the traitors within instead of butting in on things that don’t concern you. Good luck, Alpha Maverick of the Fangborn pack.”

I ask nervously. “If you can hold your own against me, Warrior Garett will be easy to defeat,” Gamma Everly assures me with a smile. “Plus, you could use a real opponent. Sylvia has heart, but she’s not a skilled fighter. And as talented as Colin is, all he wants to do is toy with your emotions. Warrior Garett has a solider’s patience, resilience, and precision. The way he fights will be unlike the fighting styles you’re used to.” Gamma Everly unsheathes her sword, and for a moment I'm terrified as the wickedly sharp blade catches the sun, but she quickly tosses it to the side.

he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested. "No, just cold," Brand lied through gritted teeth. His brother just laughed at him. "Don't worry, Brother. It will all be over soon, then we can get to the feasting," Brodi told him jovially. Brand frowned at him. "Easy for you to say," he muttered. "Really, Brother. I know you missed our ceremony, but believe me, I was just as nervous as you are." "It's the truth," Gunnar said, coming up to stand next to them, dressed in his own warrior finery. "He was sweating buckets. I thought we were going to have to run to the house a