Claimed By The Ruthless Esports Boss

Chapter 2

Word Count: 619 | Released on: 18/04/2026

lack gaming headset over his ears and p

on Twitch. The stream title re

s flooded in. The chat box on his right moni

ink from his desk. He popped the tab with on

wallowed hard, and let ou

in monitor to the official LCS broadca

but Jess knew exactly what they were asking.

ousand-dollar ergonomic chair

ice dripping with venom. "Chester's mid-l

wn, listing three fatal flaws of the champion in the current meta

spamming angry emotes, calling him a

eaned closer to the monitor

to me, idiot. If I was sitting in that chair right now, I'd zone their mid-lane

The arrogance was a magnet f

cast cut to a close-up s

profile filled Jess

gs instantly drop

t up, his shoulders squaring up to the desk

oke again, the razor-sharp edge in

he shift. A wall of questio

is eye: Road looks l

by a hot spike of anger. His eyes went dead

me and permanently banne

ring your bronze-level analysis of the best jungler in the world into my chat. It's embarrassing to read.

nternet's most toxic streamer defending a pl

me loading screen, pretending his h

rub the side buttons, back and forth, back and forth. It was a

s away from Harlon's champion and stared at the

missed three canno

The loud smack echoed in the stream. He let

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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.”