A prompt popped up on the computer, announcing that the game was about to begin. The teams had been matched, and "God of Asura" was on the player list.
Someone was already shouting in the chat window. God of Asura even sent a cool-looking emote.
The kid who'd started the fire wrenched himself free of the internet café attendant and lunged toward the computer, bringing his face so close that he was almost touching God of Asura's name.
A crazed grin spread across his face. He fumbled over the keyboard, tagged God of Asura, and began typing out a long message, explaining what had happened from beginning to end.
It didn't take him long.
After all, the whole thing was simple: he'd killed someone God of Asura wanted dead.
The kid was clever enough not to say outright that he'd killed the man to vent a personal grudge. Instead, he chalked the whole thing up to his admiration for God of Asura.
From how practiced he looked, it was clear he'd rehearsed this speech countless times in his head and probably revised the draft over and over.
His message went through, and the game countdown ended.
The opposing teams couldn't communicate by voice; only teammates could use the game's voice chat.
God of Asura was on the team, and as soon as the game began, the headsets became active.
The kid who'd started the fire hurriedly grabbed his headset and shouted for God of Asura.
"I'm your fan! I really like you! I've been looking for you for ages, but we never got matched together. That guy ran into you, and he even—he even dared to kill you... When I found out, I went and killed him! I—I killed him for you. I was so mad that he'd done something