Three years after retiring, I became the assistant to Gu Ran, the new jungle king.
> He thought I was slow on the uptake, yet he always sneaked a look at my gameplay recordings late at night.
> In the deciding game of an international tournament, Gu Ran was suddenly carried off with stomach cramps.
> The organizers panicked. “He’s the only one on the substitute list: his assistant!”
> I was forced to lock in a jungle champion who had fallen out of favor in the current patch.
> The livestream chat instantly flooded with messages: “Only Dusk, who disappeared three years ago, could play like that!”
> After the match, Gu Ran cornered me in the lounge. “Was pretending to be a rookie fun?”
> He held up a tablet displaying the peak rankings from all my smurf accounts.
> “You’ve been teaching me for three months,” he said hoarsely. “Time to pay your tuition, Master.”
