Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707: Illegal Statements

"A week ago..." Brittany started, then stopped herself. Her brow creased. "No. Further back than that."

She looked at Trisha, who gave a small nod.

"Eight days ago," Brittany said, "a representative from New Dawn contacted our guild leadership with an offer to coordinate against Valhalla’s Sinners."

In the command room, three phones started buzzing at the same time.

Not the priority alert tone from before. These were direct calls, personal lines, the kind that only rang when someone on the other end already had your number and a reason to use it. Henrik glanced at the screen. His face went tight.

"New Dawn is calling..."

"Don’t answer," Maeve said without looking away from the video. Her fists were balled and trembling.

The ringing continued.

"We don’t know the full details of the arrangement," Brittany continued on screen. "We weren’t in the room when it was made. But we were told the strategy changed after that meeting. The approach shifted from competing with Valhalla’s Sinners to actively undermining them."

"A week ago, our team was called into a strategy meeting with guild leadership. We were told that competing against Valhalla’s Sinners through normal content wasn’t working. The exact words used were ’direct engagement to maximize friction and visibility.’" She paused. "In plain language: harass them. Start fights on stream. Provoke them into reactions that make them look bad and generate clips that boost our metrics."

"We followed those orders," Trisha took over. "We antagonized them during the competition. We treated them like enemies because the guild made it clear that our positions depended on results."

Henrik’s artifact buzzed again. Then Gabriel’s. Then Maeve’s personal line, which she hadn’t heard ring in weeks because the number was restricted to a list shorter than her fingers.

She didn’t touch it.

"Two days ago," Trisha continued, and her voice hardened, "New Dawn stopped coordinating from the sidelines and joined us on the field. Their rookie-track fighters followed Valhalla’s Sinners into active combat zones and stole their kills, using their high-level scout to keep tabs on the group. They tracked them across deployment areas and intercepted targets that were already engaged. It was organized, and it happened with the knowledge of both guilds’ leadership."

Gabriel pulled his glasses off and set them aside. Henrik was staring at his vibrating artifact like it might bite him.

"They’re going to crucify us," Henrik said quietly. "New Dawn is going to say they never authorized anything and throw us under the bus."

"I said don’t answer!" Maeve hissed just as Trisha teared up.

"And our friend Stacy followed those orders too."

The name landed and Brittany’s composure shattered. Her face seized and she pressed her hand over it and the sob that came through her fingers was guttural, ugly, the sound of someone mourning in a way they’d been trying not to since the moment it happened.

Alexandra pulled her closer. Trisha’s eyes were fixed on the lens and wet.

"Stacy Renault was our teammate and our best friend," Trisha said, and her voice had changed. The precision was still there but it came through clenched teeth, each word dragged past grief. "She trained with us every morning for three years. She was the first one up. She made terrible coffee and she drank it like it was a religion and she’d leave a cup outside your door at five AM whether you wanted it or not."

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