My Online Boyfriend is a Global Superstar

I tapped out a quick text to my online boyfriend.

[ Done with work yet, hubby? ]

The typing bubble popped up instantly.

[ Not yet. Give me a sec, be a good girl. ]

But somebody please explain this to me.

Why did the exact same message I just sent mirror the exact words Silasthe A-list megastar just crowned America's Sexiest Man Aliveread out loud on his global livestream?

My fingers trembled, struggling to maintain a grip on my phone. I stared at the number one trending clip on X, my heart slamming against my ribs. I hit forward, dropping the video straight into our private chat with a single text.

[ ? ]

His reply came through before I could even take a full breath.

[ My bad. Forgot to mute my notifications. ]

Chapter 1

"Let's break up. We're just not working out."

I pressed the phone to my ear, staring at the brand-new Porsche keys dangling from my fingers. An icy chill washed down my spine.

Today was supposed to be our two-year anniversary. My grand plan for tonight was to finally drop the act and tell Jaxon the truth: I was loaded. And, you know, toss him the keys to the dream car he'd been drooling over.

Instead, he was dumping me.

"Why?"

Jaxon scoffed. "You spend every waking second obsessing over Silas. Your entire Instagram is just his face. And you're asking me why? Are you dating me, or are you dating Silas?"

"His new movie just dropped"

"I only started gaming because of you," Jaxon cut in. "Now I'm ranked in the top two hundred streamers on the whole platform. What about you? When was the last time you even logged on with me?"

A heavy knot formed in my stomach. "I'm sorry."

"Save it," he said. "We're seniors in college now. It's time to grow up. Stop acting like a crazy fangirl and actually put some effort into your own future."

He hung up.

I stared at the dead screen, swallowing down the bitter taste in my mouth. Did he really think I lacked ambition? I just didn't need to work.

Besides, he was the one grinding on his stream 24/7. If he hadn't ignored me for his 'career,' I wouldn't have been bored enough to join a fandom in the first place.

Last month, he completely blew off my birthday. I sat on his crappy couch waiting for him the entire night. He dragged himself in the next morning, clothes wrinkled, reeking of cheap, overpowering perfume. Yet he had the nerve to gaslight me, complaining that he sacrificed his own well-being to drink with the corporate execs, all to build a better future for us.

I had wanted to scream at him, but seeing the dark circles under his eyes made me bite my tongue.

Back in high school, my so-called best friend used me like a walking ATM. Since then, I kept a low profile on campus. Jaxon grew up broke. To protect his fragile male ego, I hid my trust fund.

But watching him burn himself out was exhausting. Sneaking huge tips into his stream under a burner account wasn't enough anymore. So, I went straight to the dealership and bought the exact Porsche he wanted. I planned to come clean tonight, beg for forgiveness for lying, and blow his mind.

When my best friend Riley found out, she rolled her eyes so hard I thought they'd get stuck. "You're acting like a desperate housewife paying rent for a guy who just sucks you dry. He makes a little dirty money and buys you a cheap purse from the clearance rack, and your response is to drop cash on a fully-loaded Porsche!"

"He's just being frugal!" I had argued.

"His Balenciaga jacket cost two grand."

"He finally made some real money! Let him treat himself."

Riley crossed her arms. "Whatever you say."

Growing up with a platinum spoon in my mouth, my biggest tragedy was catching my high school leech talking trash behind my back. It left me with a fatal flaw: when it came to love, I was dangerously naive.

As the sun set, my stupid heart won out. I decided to swallow my pride and text Jaxon to fix things. But before my thumbs even hit the keyboard, a notification from his streaming app popped up on my screen.

[ Jaxon Live: Confessing my love. ]

Confessing his love? To who? Me?

My palms started to sweat. I tapped the alert. There he was, the guy who dumped me this morning, staring into his webcam with sickeningly sweet eyes.

"Bianca, I'm crazy about you. Will you be my girlfriend?"

The blood roared in my ears.

The chat scrolled so fast it blurred. It was split into two camps. Half of them were spamming the screen, begging this Bianca to say yes. The other half were freaking out over her real identity.

The CEO of Jaxon's streaming agency.

Last month, he hadn't even lied when he said he slept in his boss's office. Un-freaking-believable.

I let out a harsh, empty laugh.

Chapter 2

Dumping me in the morning and confessing to his boss by nightfall. The seamless overlap was honestly faster than a fuckboy swiping right on a dating app.

Riley paced the room, losing her mind. "You absolutely cannot let him get away with this!"

"I'm not going to."

I might have been blindly in love, always giving people the benefit of the doubt, but that didn't mean I was an easy target.

Back in the day, Jaxon only picked up gaming to chase me, just to give us something to talk about. But the only reason he ever got a taste of online fame in the first place was entirely because of me. I was a natural-born gamer. My mechanics on my main champion, Luna, were flawless.

I could dive straight into a full enemy team of five and wipe the floor with them.

After I hit the top national rank on my own account, I logged into his and boosted his stats all the way to the top of the server. The game automatically saved my highlight reels to his profile.

He took my gameplay, edited the clips, slapped them onto his socials, and they blew up overnight. That was the exact moment he launched his streaming career. But he never played Luna again.

Because he didn't want to? No. Because he sucked.

His actual gameplay was aggressively mediocre. He couldn't even dream of pulling off my combos.

His viewers questioned it at first. But Jaxon deflected perfectly, claiming he refused to replay a champion he'd already mastered to the national level. Combine that flimsy excuse with decent game sense and a pretty face, and over time, the haters just faded away.

It rubbed me the wrong way back then, but Jaxon had pulled me in close and played the victim. "My grades are garbage. I don't know how long it'll take after graduation to give you a stable life. The streaming money is actually good right now"

Then he bought me a two-thousand-dollar purse. My family's housekeeper wouldn't even be caught dead carrying something so basic.

But I was so freaking blinded by love that I clutched that cheap bag and forgave him for everything.

Riley stared at me. "So, what's the plan?"

"The plan?" I let out a sharp laugh. "I'm going to destroy him."

That night, I recorded a fresh gameplay clip. The signature W-shaped evasive maneuvers I used were a perfect, carbon copy of the exact "god-tier" video Jaxon had used to build his entire career.

My burner account only had a handful of followers. Nobody cared. But I had unlimited money. I bought a massive wave of algorithm traffic.

Oops. Accidentally bought my way straight to the number one trending spot.

[ Wow, this movement looks exactly like Jaxon's legendary breakout stream. ]

Riley snagged the top comment under the video. I replied, fueling the fire.

[ Who ever said he was the one playing in that stream? ]

Jaxon's name flashed on my phone screen before midnight.

"Astor, what the hell are you trying to do?"

He actually had the nerve to call me.

"Don't you think you owe me an explanation, Jaxon?"

"I thought I made myself perfectly clear this morning."

"Clear?" I scoffed. "You cheated on me, then gaslit me into thinking the breakup was my fault so I'd feel guilty. Nobody plays me like that."

Jaxon's laugh dripped with condescension. "Who do you think you are? Look, Astor, considering our history, I don't want to make this ugly. Just name your price."

Name my price? He was actually telling me to name a price?

The sheer audacity of his words snapped my brain into a freezing, razor-sharp clarity. A sickening wave of nausea twisted my stomach. All the tears I'd shed over the past few days suddenly felt incredibly stupid.

I had actually wasted two years of my life on this piece of trash. I must have been completely blind.

"If I named my price, you couldn't afford it in ten lifetimes." I gripped the phone, my knuckles turning white. "Take your dirty money and rot in hell. Never show your face to me again."

I ended the call.

I didn't pour any more cash into the algorithm. Jaxon's PR team clearly scrambled to suppress the hashtag, and the traffic steadily died down. The online outrage receded like the tide, burying the truth back in the dark.

I deleted a few comments trying to doxx my burner account. When Riley texted to ask what my next move was, I just told her I wasn't wasting another sixty seconds of my life on a cheating scumbag.

I thought that was the end of it. I didn't expect my phone to violently vibrate off my nightstand in the middle of the night.

The hashtag had exploded again, breaking the entire platform.

The reason? Silasthe A-list megastarhad just liked my video.

Chapter 3

It took him over half an hour to unlike the video. Then, he dropped a painfully half-hearted excuse on X.

[ Hand slipped. ]

Getting noticed by my idol like this was definitely a first.

The internet ate it up. Fans flooded the replies with laughing emojis, calling Silas cute for stalking gaming videos. Meanwhile, Jaxon was shoved violently right back into the center of the storm. The entire platform was screaming that he was a liar, demanding he play Luna on a live broadcast to prove his skills.

The next day, I walked out of my professor's office and headed toward the campus gates. A white BMW swerved and slammed on the brakes, blocking my path.

A woman stepped out in sky-high stilettos. Her face was pumped with so much Botox she couldn't even form a natural expression, and the stinging reek of her commercial perfume smelled like she was trying to mask the cheapness of her soul.

She stopped right in front of me, raking her eyes up and down my outfit with dripping arrogance.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Bianca."

I blinked, my feet rooting to the concrete as I processed the audacity.

She took my silence as fear. Her chin tilted up, her tone oozing with condescension. "Jaxon is the top streamer at our agency, and he is my boyfriend. Name your price. How much cash do you need to log on and clear his name?"

I snapped out of it, letting out a sharp, incredulous laugh. "Clear what? I posted the truth!"

"The truth doesn't matter, little girl. Take some advice from someone older and wiser. Take the money while it's on the table. You haven't entered the real world yet, so you don't know how hard it is to make a dollar. The check I can write you right now is more than you'd make starving yourself for ten years in a cubicle. So, do we have a deal?"

I sneered, closing the distance between us and aggressively slapping her hand away. "An old woman pumped full of fillers like you can only afford to buy a pathetic gold-digger anyway. Take your dirty money and get out of my sight, or I will personally strip away every single thing you own."

Bianca's plastic face froze.

"Astor, right? You just wait! I'll make sure you can't survive in this city!"

She shoved her shoulder hard against mine, throwing me off balance. She stalked back to her BMW, slammed the door, and sped off.

My knuckles turned bone-white around the spine of my textbook. A tight circle of students had gathered around us, whispering and pointing their phones in my direction.

"What's going on?"

"Looks like the wife came to catch the mistress"

I whipped my head around, glaring at the crowd. "Who the hell are you calling a mistress? Open your damn eyes!"

The student who whispered it jumped back, startled by my outburst, and the crowd quickly scattered into hushed whispers.

I was born at the very top of the wealth pyramid, the heir to an old-money empire. When was it ever a bottom-feeding gold-digger's turn to step on me?

Make me not survive?

Let's see who gets crushed first.

I pulled out my phone and dialed my brother's number.

"Alistair. I want to buy a streaming agency."

"Well, look who finally remembered she has a brother," Alistair chuckled on the other end of the line. "Sure. Forget buying one. Buy ten if you want."

Chapter 4

My brother moved fast. In under twenty-four hours, a massive buyout contractdrafted by a top-tier legal teamwas slammed down onto the desk right in front of me in stark black and white.

Jaxon's streaming agency was tiny; he was literally the only cash cow keeping their gaming division afloat. I flipped through the contract pages and their pathetic annual financial reports, genuinely wondering where Bianca got the nerve to challenge me.

Alistair tapped his index finger against the heavy stack of paper. "What's the play here? Want your big brother to take you on a VIP tour of your shiny new company?"

"Not yet," I said. "We don't go to them. I want them crawling to me."

Alistair reached over and ruffled my hair. "You're really out for blood this time."

Damn right I was.

Alistair had recently taken over the reigns of our family empire and was swamped with meetings. He didn't stay long before heading back to headquarters.

I immediately launched the next phase of my plan.

I opened my phone and started screenshotting my chat logs with Jaxon. Every designer gift I bought him. Every cash transfer I sent his way. Even while playing the role of a broke college student, the constant stream of money I funneled to him added up to a serious amount.

His replies to those transfers? Practically nonexistent.

The further I scrolled back, the more glaring the timeline of his infidelity became. For the last few months, I was the only one initiating conversations. His replies weren't outright hostile, but they were dripping with a dismissive, calculated coldness. I was so blinded by the idea of being in love that I missed the silent treatment entirely.

I finished screenshotting every last scrap of evidence and tucked the files away securely. Next up: log in and record one more Luna gameplay session. The last time, some trolls tried to claim the footage was faked. Fine. This time, I'd set up three separate camera angles and post the raw, unedited run.

Before I could even load the game, a notification popped up. It was from someone I hadn't spoken to in years.

[ Quite the show going on. ]

I typed back.

[ Here to laugh at me? ]

[ Never. Told you ages ago that guy was garbage. ]

Staring at those words, an unexpected heat prickled the back of my eyes.

Silas and I met through the game. Two years ago, I had way too much free time. Aside from classes, I barely joined any campus clubs, dumping all my spare hours into climbing the competitive ladder. After grinding my main assassin to the top rank, I got bored and decided to try playing support, picking a squishy enchanter.

I usually played hard-carry damage roles, but my game sense was solid, so keeping my team alive wasn't exactly rocket science. Unfortunately, my team's ADC was catastrophically bad.

His pacing and mechanics were a total disaster. He managed to get caught and killed twice before even hitting level four. There was literally nothing I could do to save him that early, and the gold gap cracked wide open.

Before I could even type out a suggestion, he started flaming the chat.

[ A girl? ]

[ Only knows how to play squishy supports? Must be boosting your rank by riding on guys. ]

[ I hate getting queued up with girls. ]

His words were so toxic, my temper flared instantly.

[ You're 0/2/0 right out of the gate. Who gave you the right to talk? ]

[ So what if I'm a girl? A chicken pecking seeds on a keyboard could play better than you. ]

[ Even God can't save a ghost rushing to die. Did you forget you're playing like trash, you loser? ]

[ Heh. ]

Then came a string of asterisk-censored profanities, ending with the system auto-muting him. The ADC gave up, running back to the spawn pool to AFK.

I was just about to type something else when our Jungler chimed in.

[ Support, come with me. ]

I hesitated.

[ But you're playing a stealth assassin. ]

His main mechanic was turning invisible. I wasn't as experienced with support, and I didn't want to accidentally reveal his position during a gank.

[ It's fine. ]

This time, he switched on his mic. His voice was young, rich, and incredibly smooth. "Their team composition falls apart late game anyway."

I checked the enemy lineup. He was right. So, I stuck to his shadow, sweeping the jungle for vision and throwing shields onto him every time a team fight broke out.

His IGN: Silas Is Invincible.

And honestly? He kind of was.

By the end of the match, Silas had pumped out 50% of our team's total damage, dragging that dead-weight ADC across the finish line to a victory.

I sent him a friend request to say thanks.

[ No sweat. Just taking out the trash. ]

An idea sparked.

[ Want to duo queue? I'm a god-tier Jungler. My Luna is insane. ]

Silas paused for a beat before replying.

[ Top rank Jungler? Not bad. ]

[ I just love the feeling of hard-carrying, ]

I said, dragging him into my lobby. Then I paused.

[ Wait, do you only play jungle? I don't want to steal your role. ]

He turned his mic back on. There was a distinct, confident swagger in his voicethe kind unique to guys who actually knew they were good. "Nah. My champion pool is endless."

We added each other's socials that day. His feed was devoid of personal photos, just a steady stream of obscure, indie tracks. For a solid chunk of time, we played together almost every single day. We ran 1v1s to practice new champions, gifted each other skins, and eventually started swapping bits of our lives and random gossip.

Silas had a great voice. He was endlessly patient and bright.

Chapter 5

He sounded young, but his gameplay and the way he spoke carried a grounded maturity.

Once, my cramps were so brutal I couldn't even roll out of bed. When Silas found out, it took less than thirty minutes for a courier from a high-end private clinic to deliver prescription-strength ibuprofen, artisanal hot chocolate, and an insanely expensive smart heating pad.

My roommate, Haley, caught me smiling at my phone and flicked my forehead. "You are so in love. Look at that creepy grin."

"It is not creepy!" I argued.

Haley eyed the luxury care package on my desk. "Who sent this? Don't tell me it's that gamer guy you talk to every night."

I didn't deny it.

Haley's jaw dropped. "Are you out of your mind? You just hand out your address to a stranger? He's a guy behind a screen. What if he's a total creep?"

"He doesn't seem like a creep"

"Based on what? His kill-to-death ratio?"

Her words hit me like a splash of cold water. She was right. I didn't even know his real name.

Who was he in the real world? He sounded youngwas he a college student like me?

Haley sighed. "Astor, you never know who you're really talking to online. Look at all the true crime docs. Come on, stop living in virtual reality. Let me drag you to the basketball game tomorrow."

I hesitated, then nodded. "Fine."

That basketball game was where I first saw Jaxon. Haley dragged me over to say hi before tip-off, and his eyes kept darting my way the entire time. When the buzzer sounded, he sank the final three-pointer. While the bleachers erupted, his eyes immediately locked onto mine.

After that, Jaxon pursued me hard. He showed up outside my dorm every morning with breakfast and saved seats for us in lectures. He practically bribed my entire suite.

Haley poked her head through my bed curtains with a knowing look. "So, what's the deal with you and Jaxon?"

I stared up at the ceiling. "Nothing."

"He's putting in the work, you know." She paused. "I haven't seen you gaming lately, either."

I let out a breath. It wasn't that I didn't want to play. Silas was just MIA.

I was swamped with ranks with him that when he wasn't online, my schedule felt completely empty. Playing solo felt painfully boring. I felt lost, not knowing what to do with myself.

I stared at my chat logs with Silas. We used to text every single day, but our thread was dead since last night. I asked him if he wanted to queue up, and he told me his work was insane right now and apologized.

So, he had a real job

"Damn it!" Eden, my other roommate, cursed from her desk. "Silas really got hurt!"

Haley leaned over. "Who? That super famous actor?"

"Yeah. He did too many of his own stunts and shattered his leg. He's been in the hospital since yesterday. His team only dropped an official statement because fans kept hounding them. My poor baby"

Haley rolled her eyes at Eden's obsessive fan-girl routine. The chatter went in one ear and out the other for me. I didn't care.

Right at that moment, Jaxon's text lit up my screen.

[ Want to play a game? ]

I glanced at the silent chat with Silas.

[ Sure. ]

Jaxon's gameplay was honestly garbage. But I could tell he was trying hard to learn. He texted me constantly, asking which champions fit his style, desperately fishing for common ground. He kept up his relentless routinebreakfasts, saving seats, even crashing my major's lectures, rain or shine.

Haley watched it all and sighed. "Even I'm touched."

My head was a total mess. On one side, there was Silas, drifting further away every day.

On the other side was Jaxon, right in front of me, eager and burning with attention.

Chapter 6

What surprised me even more was that I was actually comparing the two of them in my head.

Things escalated with Jaxon on a stormy afternoon. I forgot my umbrella and got stranded at the campus library. Haley was out on a date, and my other roommates were MIA, leaving my texts on read. Standing under the concrete awning and watching the torrential rain flood the sidewalks, I pulled up my chat with Silas.

[ Not queuing up tonight. Still stuck on campus. ]

Radio silence on his end.

Less than ten minutes later, Jaxon suddenly appeared through the downpour, holding a black umbrella. He jogged up the steps, looking at me with this eager, boyish desperation. "Haley mentioned you were trapped here. I came to get you."

A sudden rush of warmth flooded my chest. Jaxon walked me all the way back to my dorm, leaning the umbrella so far over me that half of his own shoulder got completely soaked.

After that day, Jaxon became my default gaming partner. He wasn't great, but he was grinding hard to improve.

Until one night, Silas finally invited me to queue up. Jaxon happened to be online too.

[ Finally survived the crazy work grind. Sorry about being MIA lately. ]

[ No worries, ]

I typed back.

[ Let me pull someone else into the lobby. ]

[ Cool. A friend? ]

[ Yeah. ]

I dragged Jaxon into the lobby. I don't know if it was just in my head, but Silas instantly went dead silent. He barely used his mic the entire match. Jaxon locked in a fragile marksman, I took a lethal assassin for the jungle, and Silas picked a heavy frontline tank.

But Jaxon's mechanics were aggressively terrible. He fed so many kills that Silas eventually sold all his support items and built straight damage gear just to carry the game himself.

The second the victory screen flashed, Silas left the party.

I immediately texted Silas to ask what his problem was. He fired back.

[ You've got a lot of patience. Is that your boyfriend? ]

Staring at the screen, an inexplicable wave of irritation spiked in my chest.

[ Yeah. ]

Silas took a long time to reply. When he finally did, it was just one word.

[ Understood. ]

I slammed my phone face-down on the desk, completely losing the mood to play anything.

The next morning, Jaxon was waiting for me outside my dorm building, holding two cups of the cheapest discounted fast-food coffee and a couple of sad, flattened sandwiches. He watched me carefully, his handsome face pulling into a clumsy, overly cautious expression. "I'm sorry I played like trash last night. Is your friend mad at me?"

The lukewarm heat of the cheap coffee seeped into my palms. I was stupidly touched by this tangible, real-world effort. I forced a bright smile. "It's fine. You're my boyfriend. It's my job to teach you."

Jaxon froze. Then, a massive, brilliant smile lit up his eyes.

For a long time after that, I still queued up with Silas occasionally, but the frequency dropped hard. He seemed to be getting busier and busier. I used to wonder what exactly he did for a living, but I brushed it off. He was just a guy I met online. There was no need to dig into his personal life.

The real fallout between Silas and me happened about six months later.

Jaxon stole my Luna highlight reel, posted it, and blew up overnight.

That exact night, Silas forwarded the clip straight to my DMs.

[ This is your gameplay, right? ]

[ Why is he claiming it's his? ]

[ You're actually okay with this? He literally just launched a streaming career off it. ]

[ Can he even play her live? ]

I had stepped away from my phone, and came back to this barrage of interrogations. Annoyed and defensive, my tone snapped.

[ This is between me and my boyfriend. It's none of your business. ]

Silas didn't reply for a long time. When he did, it was just one word.

[ Fine. ]

We never spoke again after that.

As for Jaxon, he gave me a deeply sincere, tearful apology. I knew his background. His parents were low-level office workers barely scraping by to pay his tuition. He had the face of a frat-boy god, dominated campus social events, and walked around like he owned the placebut deep down, he was crippled by insecurity.

I forgave him. I even started sneaking massive anonymous tips into his livestreams to boost his numbers. At first, he would buy me little gifts here and there with the earnings. But eventually, it morphed into me throwing money into a bottomless pit while he just took and took.

Chapter 7

He started using the "I'm swamped" excuse. He constantly complained about how draining his streams were. He'd leave my texts on delivered all night and toss out a pathetic excuse the next morning. Our fights and cold wars multiplied until the whole relationship crashed down into a humiliating circus.

I always took relationships seriously; I never wanted to just throw in the towel. Maybe he actually cared about me once. Maybe he used to be genuine. But the second he was faced with the temptation of cold, hard cash, all of that became completely worthless.

Silas noticed my silence and pinged me again.

[ Why so quiet? Don't tell me you hold grudges for this long. ]

[ I don't ]

Silas dropped a sticker of a dumb, fat orange cat into the chat. A small laugh slipped past my lips.

[ Want to queue up? ]

I asked.

[ I figured you'd never want to look at this game again for the rest of your life. ]

[ Before I quit, I'm going to make sure someone else never wants to look at it again. ]

Silas sent a thumbs-up.

In the champion selection lobby, I was first pick. I instantly locked in Luna. Silas locked in a squishy enchanter support. I flicked on my mic, genuinely confused. "Why are you playing support?"

For the first time in almost three years, his low, smooth voice filled my headset. "It's been a while since I've seen your Luna. I need a front-row seat to see if you've lost your touch."

I let out a sharp laugh. "Just sit back and let me carry you."

I hit record on my three-camera setup and booted up my screen capture software. Silas's game sense on support was leagues above what mine used to be. His timing on engages was flawless. With him shielding my back, I snowballed, wiping the floor with the enemy team and securing a flawless pentakill.

When the match ended, I looked straight into the lens of my webcam. "Watch closely. Zero cuts. Unedited footage. I am the one playing Luna."

Silas seemed to catch onto what I was doing. "Take off your headset. Put me on speaker."

I pulled my headset off and set my phone on the desk. Years had passed, but his voice was still incredibly magneticalmost strangely familiar. A low chuckle drifted through the phone's speaker. "Yeah. I can vouch for that."

A weird flutter hit my chest. I kept a straight face and hit stop on the recording software.

Silas sounded like he was in a great mood, his tone lazy and relaxed. "Watching you makes me want to run a game on Luna."

My mood lifted too. "Sure. I'll take support and stick to you."

He laughed. I was first pick again, so I secured Luna for him and locked in the support enchanter for myself.

But when the loading screen popped up, a very familiar name sat on the enemy team's roster. An ADC with the IGN Jaxon_Live.

Silas went completely silent for a second. He noticed it too.

The faint background noise of Jaxon's livestream bled through Silas's mic. Silas let out a slow, predatory drawl. "Guess what? The unlucky bastard is live-streaming right now, trying to boost his fans."

Jaxon definitely recognized my IGN, but I highly doubted he remembered who Silas Is Invincible was.

Silas, on the other hand, was in a fantastic mood. He basically set up a permanent camp in the bot lane. Barely three minutes into the game, Jaxon surrendered first blood.

It was an omen. An omen that this match was going to be an absolute, humiliating massacre for him.

Maybe queuing into me panicked him, but Jaxon's mechanics fell apart. Under Silas's relentless ganks and my constant crowd-control harassment, his defensive spells were totally useless. He kept wildly missing his stun cards on Silas, and whenever he tried to target me, he just triggered my invincibility passive. I wasn't even in his chair, and I could feel his suffocating frustration.

Silas's Luna became an absolute nightmare he couldn't shake off.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

By the time the match ended, Silas had trapped Jaxon inside his own spawn pool. He brutally slaughtered him twenty consecutive times. Jaxon suffered a humiliating, catastrophic defeat. His final scoreline read 0/20/0.

Neither of us bothered to check the meltdown on his livestream. Silas's voice drifted through the headset, completely relaxed.

"Bet you he never wants to log into this game ever again."

I pressed my lips together, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners.

Chapter 8