Let's congratulate Little Boy on winning the World Fighting Game Championship! Now, let's give the champion a roaring round of applause as he takes the stage in glory!
The spotlight suddenly blazed at the far end of the red carpet. A tall, thirty-year-old man walked toward it at an unhurried pace. The intensity of the arena still lingered in his eyes, though the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up. But just as his fingertips touched the heavy golden trophy, he suddenly shut his eyes. His body swayed, then he toppled straight backward!
The dull thud left the entire venue in stunned silence. A moment later, the stands erupted. “What happened?! Why did the champion pass out?” “Was something wrong with the stage? Was there an accident?” Screams and chatter mingled as security staff scrambled to keep order. Several doctors and nurses in white coats hurried over with emergency kits, their footsteps unsteady.
The doctor bent down and quickly checked his pulse and pupils. A moment later, he relaxed and called out, “Everyone, don't panic! He's only unconscious, and his life isn't in danger! We'll take him to the hospital for a thorough examination. We'll have to wait for the results to find out exactly what happened!”
Meanwhile, Little Boy's consciousness was sinking into chaos, his mind in turmoil. What's going on... Am I going to die? I just felt the cold surface of the championship trophy, and I haven't even had a chance to enjoy reaching the top. Am I really going to die here? I pulled countless all-nighters and wore out three controllers to win this championship... I can't accept this! I can't!
In the spotless hospital room, the attending physician frowned at the crowd gathered around him. “The patient lost consciousness due to an acute stress response triggered by excessive emotional excitement..”
