On the eve of the finals, my teammates all betray me. Branded a “traitor,” I'm kicked off the team and blacklisted across the internet. No one knows that my younger brother used a brain-computer interface to implant the most overpowered prediction algorithm in holographic esports history: it lets me see what my opponent will do 0.3 seconds before they do it. Three years later, I climb to the top of the global rankings under an anonymous account, tearing through every opponent. My former teammates beg me to return on a livestream. I smile faintly. “Your championship trophy was nothing but a warm-up match for me.”
