After annihilating the enemy team with a pentakill, Cheyenne stood atop their lifeless bodies, her slender fingers gliding across the keyboard as she typed quickly.
Cheyenne: "Your only way out is to surrender."
"No way, we can't surrender even if we die. I don't believe she can kill five of us at once. Let's group up!"
Reece watched in awe, unsure whether to commend him for his bravery or criticize him for his ignorance.
Indeed, after two pentakills, the enemy team's morale was shattered.
Cheyenne secured 25 kills from the enemy team without dying once.
Desperate, the enemy sent a pleading emoji.
This time, the enemy promptly pressed the surrender button.
"Victory!"
As expected, Cheyenne was the MVP with a rating of 14. 8, casually dismissing it with a lip curl.
Softly, she murmured, "It's been a while since I played a game. I never imagined that I couldn't even get thirty kills now."
On the side, Reece looked at his own performance, utterly dumbfounded.
0-0-0!!!
As a marksman, he didn't even manage to get a single assist before the game ended.
While being carried by his teammates felt good, Reece felt no sense of fulfillment.
As the game returned to the final screen, the enemy teammates whom she had effortlessly slain flooded her with friend requests.
"Master, can I be your disciple? I'll carry your bags for free."
"I want to rank up, please carry me to Glory."
"Great god, I know I was wrong, you're the true PeachThief. I'm so excited."
After receiving these friend requests, Cheyenne squinted her eyes and confidently typed a series of words on the screen, void of profanity yet undeniably insulting.
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