When They Beg, I Rise!

Lemira took a sip of her beverage, catching Jackson and Clara staring at her from across the room. The smirk in her eyes deepened; she had a hunch about what they were plotting. Sure enough, Clara soon raised her hand, "Our team captain here wants to challenge Lemira!"

Jackson remained silent, but his smug expression said it all.

Michel hesitated, "I'd personally recommend you pick someone else."

Against Lemira, the whole base team combined wouldn't stand a chance.

"Why switch? The rules say we can pick any popular streamer, right? Or is Lemira too chicken to accept the challenge?" Clara taunted with a triumphant grin.

Lemira laughed, replying, "Challenge accepted!"

Michel grabbed the microphone, "Well, if someone's looking to get schooled, let's get this game started."

Of all people, they had to pick the strongest!

Lemira sat down at the computer, noticing Jackson had gathered his team.

Jackson spoke up, "Didn't you say you'd take on our whole team by yourself? You bailed last weekend, and we don't know why. If you're scared now, just say so and forfeit!"

After hearing those words, the streamers around Lemira couldn't help but laugh out loud.

What were they laughing at? Jackson wondered, feeling out of the loop. This was a sure loss for Lemira!

One of the streamers behind Lemira chimed in, "Ms. Lemon, let me join in. I'd love to learn a thing or two from you."

"I've got this on my own."

She didn't want to give Jackson and his crew any excuses. This time, she was determined to make Jackson admit defeat wholeheartedly!

Despite Jackson's growing unease, he led his team into the battle. 1 against 5, the odds were against Lemira.

Yet, she confidently chose the gunner she was adept at playing.

Once the game started, Lemira took the high ground. As Jackson's team made their move, she began to critique, "There are some problems about your team's spread. Your vanguard's too far ahead, easy pickings." Jackson scoffed, "Cut the chatter."

But the next second, Lemira took out the vanguard with a single shot.

Her lips curled into a cold sneer, "Look, told you so. Why didn't you take cover?"

Frustrated, Jackson turned to his fallen teammate, "Are you kidding me? Why didn't you dodge?"

"Hey,

You should be changing your strategy. I'm a gunner, after combat's not my forte!"

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"Lemira, shut it!"

Undeterred, Lemira eliminated the team's medic next.

She continued, "Your assassin's next. No point in hiding; come out and try to take me down. How else will you win?"

The assassin panicked, "If I come out, I'm dead!"

"Correct. But you're dead if you hide too. Found you, goodbye!"

Lemiraoke, she'd eliminate

out the assassin. Each

of Ja team members, elast

haunting them like a devil.

Now, only Jackson remained. He was in total despair, having underestimated Lemira's prowess. Could it be she never cheated?

"I told you, you're not cut out for this role. Game over!"

Lemira approached Jackson and swiftly took him out, barely meeting any resistance from his side.

Jackson stared at his screen, his face pale and sweaty, "This can't be happening!"

Clara screamed, "Lemira, you must have cheated again!" There was no way she was this good!

Smirk was written all over Michel's face,

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the freaking guest list? Do you eve o

know who Lemira is?"

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Jackson stuttered, "W-Who is she, exactly?"

Could it be that Lemira was a gaming legend in disguise?