Claimed By The Ruthless Esports Boss

Author: Jv Lingxian

Chapter 1

Word Count: 709 | Released on: 18/04/2026

of the Los Angeles Esports Center green room. It was a physical vi

closed. The noise outside was a chaotic storm, but insi

s right wrist. It was wrapped tight in black ki

otated his wrist just

m his median nerve straight up his forearm. It hi

e forced his facial muscles to remain completely blank, swal

iles strode into the room, a tacti

itors. His eyes snapped stra

into the pocket of his black TTC team jacket.

h and walked over, stopping

" Miles asked, his voice low enough t

Harlon replied. His tone was

ark eyes, searching for the micro-exp

hat made him the best jungler in the league. He projected total cont

rubbing the back of his neck, before tur

up! Bring it in

Chester, the team's mid-laner, vio

table, grabbing his phone and slam

e it went dark. He didn't see the specific words, but he saw the sender: a long string of random numbers, an

He caught the unnatura

f unnatural, cold sweat was beading along Chester's hair

ped his head, his hands frantically digging into his peripher

ll frame casting a long shadow over the sofa. He s

sick?" Ha

no. No, I'm good. Just... just

aced it heavily on Chester's shoulder. He squeezed,

gid. He felt like a block of

aring staff member poked his head i

He turned his back and walked toward

t out a long, shaky exhale. The air rushe

mbling fingers, grabbed his mouse from

ows. He didn't look at the flashing stage lights ahead. He turned his head a

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“I am the best esports jungler in the league, but I've been hiding a severe wrist injury just to keep my team alive in the semifinals. Right in the middle of the crucial tie-breaker game, our mid-laner deliberately walked into the enemy team and died without casting a single defensive spell. He was match-fixing for offshore betting sites, throwing away our entire season for a massive payout. Because of his betrayal, we had to sub in two terrified rookies, and we were absolutely slaughtered. The stadium crowd booed us out of the arena. The internet exploded with pure vitriol, trending hashtags calling me a washed-up fraud who hid on the bench to save my own stats. The media demanded I retire immediately. My physical therapist gave me a grim ultimatum: my shredded nerves only allow me four hours of playtime a day before my right hand completely locks up. I destroyed my own body for this team, only to be sold out by a coward and crucified by the very fans I bled for. Why should my legacy end in total disgrace because of someone else's greed? I refuse to step down. I forced the traitor out, ignored management's safe roster choices, and locked my eyes on the most toxic, universally hated streamer on the platform. "He's a walking PR nightmare," my coach warned. I don't care. He is an arrogant, unhinged killer in the game, and I am going to make him mine.”