The night before the tournament, I deleted a gaming account worth tens of millions right in front of everyone. "Chen Yi, have you lost your mind?" My teammates stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing. That account held the character I had painstakingly developed over three years, countless pieces of gear I had farmed through all-night sessions, and the exclusive tactical setup we needed for tomorrow's finals. I closed the computer with a cold laugh. "I'm withdrawing from tomorrow's finals." The entire training base erupted. My teammates, coach, and agent all rushed over, talking over one another as they tried to stop me. I simply watched them in silence
