Chapter 35

Lemira's move was devastating. She took out two opponents in one fell swoop, leaving another seriously injured. Landing, her gaze briefly met the bloody aftermath on the ground where Alaric lay defeated.

Alaric, fixated on the screen, was engulfed by shock and disbelief. He knew Lemira was talented, but he had no idea she was this formidable. But wait—Lemira hadn't always been this strong. When had she become so powerful?

From the moment of his capture, Alaric had resigned himself to defeat. But then Lemira swooped in, her agility and keen sense of play stabilizing the team and even turning the tide with a twelve-hit combo, King's move!

Alaric realized he might never have truly known his sister. Lemira had become a stranger to him, igniting a fear of losing her that he couldn't quite explain. He hesitated before speaking. "You…"

But Lemira had already moved on, speaking over the headset, "Report the rest's location and status; I'll be right there."

Only Alaric remained, looking at the cool retreating figure of her game character. He turned to see Lemira still focused on the computer screen, her concentration captivating.

Lucian uttered beside him, "Alaric, you zoned out there?"

Snapped back to reality, Alaric scrambled to catch up. Downstairs, Lemira was leading a fierce assault with the team members, her gameplay spectacular and top-level compared to Evelina's clumsy efforts. This was the gunner he had envisioned!

In the end, Lemira clinched the victory. Alaric was swamped with mixed emotions. The game he valued so much was won thanks to Lemira, the sister he had underestimated. He had never felt such a profound psychological gap before.

The game concluded swiftly, with Lemira, the gunner, standing on the deserted street, basking in the victory under the setting sun. After a brief silence, the host announced, "It's decided; SkyBlaze wins, thanks to their substitute player's incredible performance. Could she be the King's protégé?"

The crowd erupted, some fans chanting for the King. Lemira was momentarily lost in thought, remembering the twelve-hit combo, a man whose connection to the King she had always suspected but never confirmed. She had never even seen him. The King never revealed himself; no one knew what he looked like.

Removing her headset, Lemira stood up to the sound of cheers, her smile signifying not just the win but also the impending apology from their disrespectful opponent.

Lucian was the first to reach her, surprised. "Lemon, you were outstanding. We couldn't have won without you! I knew you were secretly practicing despite refusing to join the team, right?" His joy was evident; he was relieved Lemira hadn't changed. They were still family.

But Lemira's smile faded. She felt a bit displeased. She turned to the Iron Vow team captain. "You lost!"

The captain looked at her with a complex gaze. "Who are you, exactly?"

Lucian proudly declared, "She's my sister."

"But wasn't Ms. Langston that terrible player from before? When did the Langston family get another Ms. Langston?"

Lucian's expression stiffened. "That was our adopted sister. This is our real sister."

"You guys really know how to play the game, sending a 'decoy sister' to throw us off and keeping your real secret weapon hidden. You caught us completely off guard."