Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 241

Karl was on the verge of tears, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm sorry, Captain. It's all my fault. I let the team down."

He was the youngest of the lot, still green behind the ears. While his gaming skills were passable, being the last man standing in EW Club after the rest of the team had been sidelined due to injuries had put immense pressure on him. His resilience was tested, and unfortunately, he buckled under the weight of expectation.

This was the crux of EW Club's problem with their shooter position.

Karl had a long road ahead, needing at least a season to mature into the role.

Floyd clenched his jaw but softened his tone. "It's not your fault," he said reassuringly, always the pillar of calm in the stormy seas.

But even Floyd and Cordelia, the team's support, couldn't carry the game by themselves. Cordelia was new, still figuring out the dynamics of team fights, which made this scrimmage particularly challenging.

"Watch out!" Cordelia suddenly called. "Mid’s gone missing."

The top laner chimed in, "Top's still here, but their jungler's MIA."

Their words triggered a collective realization, their eyes darting to Karl, who had just respawned, only to be ambushed once more by three opponents at the bottom lane.

Fuming, Karl pushed his keyboard away, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"Stay focused," Floyd sighed, trying to stabilize the young player's morale.

Through his tears, Karl's voice trembled. "I'm so useless. If only I had launched my ultimate at the right moment, I could've escaped. But I panicked seeing them all rush at me."

Wade taunted in the public chat, "Looks like your new shooter's got stage fright, eh? Scared as a quail!"

That was the last straw for Karl.

Ignoring Clay's warning to fall back, Karl charged forward in defiance.

It was a disaster. Karl had completely lost his composure, and the game seemed beyond salvage.

Floyd could only sigh at the unfolding chaos.

Wade continued to needle them, "Hanging in there isn't too shabby, I suppose. That mid-laner's not bad, a new face? Shame about your shooter, though. Got a new guy and still not fielding him?"

At that, Yates stepped up, patting Karl on the shoulder. "Step aside. Let me handle this."

Karl was taken aback, his gaze flickering between Yates and Floyd.

Yates looked at Floyd, who, after a tense thirty-second stare at the screen, finally consented just as Karl was about to respawn. "Let him play."

Yates took his seat, his usually defiant demeanor subdued, his fiery red hair seeming to dim in intensity as he focused on his role, moving towards the bottom lane.

As the enemies converged on him again, Yates showcased his skill, dodging their assault. Yet, instead of retreating, he pressed on.

"You're heading into a death trap!" Karl exclaimed.

But at that moment, Floyd emerged from the bushes, their jungle and shooter working in perfect harmony. Their combined forces turned the tide, securing a clean sweep in a 2v3 skirmish.

This was the synergy of true teammates, the kind that had once dominated the gaming world as the notorious duo, now complemented by Cordelia's damage output. Even with Clay and the top laner's occasional missteps, the team's overall performance was unaffected.