Claimed By The Ruthless Esports Boss

Chapter 3

Word Count: 576 | Released on: 18/04/2026

fifteen minutes. TT

the glass. His eyebrows were pulled together in a tight, a

orward, past the river line, into co

med into the microphone. "There is a

, the enemy jungler leaped out of t

pell. But he didn't flash toward his ow

rectly on top of the enemy m

en turned gray

and slammed it down onto the desk.

down. He picked up the headset. His knuckles were comp

Flash using her feet," Jess said,

all of 'LMAO's and brutal

switched to the jungl

ive, but because Chester was dead, four en

ed two spells, traded a kill, but the mat

the corner of Jess's left eye. His chest tighten

ck toward the post-fight stats.

. He pointed a shaking finger a

ith lethal intent. "This guy has done less damage the e

began spamming across the screen so fast i

He's just having a

the replay tool, slowing the footage down to 0.2

. "Right before he dies. Lo

conds. Two seconds of zero inputs

s isn't a bad game. This is a

am pushed into TTC's base. The N

ver. The serie

ace was so dark it looked like a stor

was staring blankly at his screen, showing abs

eyboard. He typed out the word Ma

hammered against his ribs. He hit th

ed into sharp,

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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.”