On the crumpled youth-team substitute roster, the name “Lin Ye” sat second from the bottom, with the dismissive label “reserve” beside it.
This was his last day with the team.
The starting jungler's hand injury suddenly flared up in the training room, leaving the team at an impasse. In the corner, the silent young man pressed the button to start a custom game.
The same assassin jungler, the same opening route. Relying on muscle memory, he completed the sequence, and the timer stopped one second faster than the team's record.
From the bench to a last-minute starting spot, from being ignored to holding the whole arena spellbound, he clenched the roster, damp with sweat. On this final day, he would replace the word “reserve” with his own name.
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