Lord El-Melloi II covered his face, pondering why, in the second match, he had foolishly unleashed a huge move, only for that Terran player with the ID Twentieth Hassan to block it with the perfect anti-ultimate opening.
Looking at his Grandmaster ranking, which had dropped a full thirty places, he fell into deep thought and even felt as though he had entered uncharted territory.
He had clearly received so much help from the great military strategist Zhuge Liang, so how had he been beaten this badly?
He thought for a moment. If he couldn't win, couldn't he just avoid that guy's edge?
In the distant and mysterious... ahem, no longer mysterious East, there were quite a few formidable military philosophers. One was Sun Tzu, and another was some modern-day cheat character.
That cheat character had once said, "If the East isn't bright, the West will be. If the South goes dark, there's still the North."
He played this game for fun, to climb the ladder. If he couldn't beat someone, couldn't he run?
He comforted himself. He surely wouldn't run into that Terran again next time, right?
Although StarCraft was already a dead game, there were still players. He couldn't possibly meet that Terran three games in a row, could he?
Lord El-Melloi II moved his mouse over the Match button, ready to click it.
But having long heard that this lousy game was not only a dead game but also a source of cursed predictions, he decided to wait a little before clicking.
Otherwise, if he ran into that lousy Terran three times in a row...
Lord El-Melloi II realized he was getting scared. He seemed to have completely lost confidence in himself.
No, how could he be scared? What he should be thinking was that if he met