Esports was this cruel. There were winners, and naturally there were losers. Everything was decided by strength, not stories.
The victor became king and the loser a bandit—an eternal truth. Well, except for Yue Lun.
Teacher Xiao had put it well in an interview: "When the answer to victory and defeat was revealed, the joy of winning and the dejection of losing formed a stark contrast."
"The fans and viewers behind the players were pulled along by those emotions. The intertwining of unfulfilled regrets and Golden Rain created esports' cruelest yet most dazzling charm. When you were in a scene like that, it was hard to stay detached, and easy to become deeply trapped within it."
After wrapping up the series of post-championship procedures, Luo Zhen made a slight disguise and secretly slipped out of the arena.
For more than a month since entering the World Championship, he had practically maintained a routine of going only between the hotel and the venue in order to stay in form. Now that it was finally over, he wanted to go out for a stroll even if it meant risking infection.
But after he actually snuck out, he suddenly realized that aside from foreigners filling the streets, this place did not seem all that different from home.
Emmm... no, that wasn't right.
To the locals here, he was probably the "foreigner," wasn't he?
Just as he sat on a stone bench by the roadside, desperately pondering the meaning of sneaking out alone, a fragrant breeze suddenly drifted past. Luo Zhen only sensed a figure darting before his eyes.
He raised his head, but the instant he saw the "scenery" before him, his mouth fell open in surprise.
There she was—the "Goddess of Victory" he had missed twice before—amusing herself by taking selfies not