Jiang Siming threw away his original mouse, keyboard, and mouse pad, replacing them with a whole new set of peripherals.
Fortunately, he had never been picky about peripherals. Most professional esports players cared a great deal about their own equipment.
New peripherals required a long adjustment period, especially in FPS games.
But he could instantly adapt to any peripherals, so he did not have that concern.
Still, after the Indian players had messed with him time and again, Jiang Siming was furious.
"From now on, if I let the India team's score enter the top ten in the group, I, Jiang Siming, will write my name backward."
Jiang Siming set his first goal for this World Championship.
As soon as he finished speaking, the long-silent Task Publisher sprang to life.
"Random task issued. Please check it yourself."
Jiang Siming clicked to view it.
Random Task: Give the India team no gaming experience whatsoever and make them rank last!
Task Reward: +500 India Fortune
Task Failure: -500 random Fortune
Task Assistance: After accepting the task, the India team's position in every match will be automatically exposed.
Perfect! Accepted!
Jiang Siming decisively accepted the task.
Making them rank last looked difficult, but was actually quite simple.
After all, there were only three matches in the group stage. As long as he made them get eliminated as quickly as possible in every match without earning a single point, there would definitely be no problem.
Nearby, Wei Shen and the others shrank back in alarm when they heard this. Even their tiny feet, belonging to true tough guys, instinctively pulled back from beneath the table.
It was over. Old Jiang had said it himself—he was definitely about to go on a killing spree.
The India team's farce finally ended, and the match resumed.
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