Do You Even Know What a Competitive Gamer Is?! [Esports]

[Currently studying the art of elite trolling. Planned to start writing in late 2026 or early 2027.]

A shameless esports novel. The male lead is a pure troll.

Blurb:

You are reborn into a world where esports reign supreme, and bound to a championship System. If you fail to win a title, you’ll get electrocuted.

What a coincidence: you’re a dyed-in-the-wool esports troll, with zero game sense and a trolling score of 100.

Before being reborn, you spent your days lurking in esports livestreams, slithering between them like a slippery hotpot noodle. But you attacked everyone so broadly that no fanbase would claim you as their own.

A favorite team? Doesn’t exist.

A beloved player? Never heard of it.

Morals? Don’t make me laugh. What are those?

Our goal is to kick people when they’re down! Kick them when they’re down! Kick them when they’re down!

Reborn into a new life, you discover you’ve awakened a kind personality and become a timid little streamer. By gently commentating on esports matches and occasionally showing your face to act cute for attention, you’ve struggled to build a following of... 487.

Huh...?

What does that mean?!

You’re furious. Do you even know how esports guys operate? When you commentate, you have to stand in the middle and troll both sides. When you show your face, you should also sell a ship. And of course, when you’re a streamer, you have to troll! Troll! Troll!!!

The trolling superstar is here!

The System tells you that the first step to becoming a big streamer is to win a championship, or it’ll electrocute you.

You: ?

How many championships have you won?

No rush. You study the System’s rules closely and spot a massive loophole:

It only says you have to become a champion. It never says what level of championship.

You: Hehe 😈

You organize a neighborhood tournament, luring in a group of octogenarians by promising free eggs, then split them into four teams.

And then you win.

The System is furious: A neighborhood tournament doesn’t count!

You’re shocked: Why not? Is it because the tournament’s name has the word “neighborhood” in it? Come on, you’re being awfully sensitive.

The System: ...?

The second step to becoming a big streamer: you need some fans, a lineup of stan moms, sugar daddies, and little sisters who’ll charge into battle for you and never lose.

You flash a sly smile like a rat in a sewer, slap on the livestream title [The Most Fair and Rational Stream, Completely Unbiased], and go live.

You open a match stream and shout, “Where are the animal rights activists? How can an official tournament hire pigs as stand-ins?” and “What do you mean by ‘kindly release four people’? Are you trying to achieve enlightenment?”

In your spare time, you play ranked. Your skill level is unclear and your methods are evil, but you climb to the top tier by farming points. You join voice chat with the actual killer champions and human champions, laughing like an old-money tycoon.

Oh, as an esports guy, you’ve still got one more job to do!

Sell the ship! Sell! Sell! Sell!

A pleasure doing business!

The third step to becoming a big streamer: you have to go beyond the screen and take over the entire platform.

The official organizers launch an Abyss tournament. Hoping to cash in, you bring together four streamers who share your knack for trolling, and form a team that becomes the enemy of the entire esports scene.

Before you’ve even played a match, netizens are cursing you out: “What a bunch of shameless trolls,” “A team of freeloaders is a crime against nature,” and “Straight guys aren’t allowed to sell ships.” In short: drop dead, drop dead, drop dead.

But you and your teammates are all very optimistic.

No big deal. If you lose, troll the other side: “You’re so strong, so strong!” and hand them the trophy. If you win, troll them: “You’re so bad, so bad!” and tell them to go home. Either way, you can’t lose.

Win and you get the prize money. Lose and you get the traffic. What could be better?

The five of you rely on your freeloading playstyle and the debuff that comes from tilting your opponents. You elbow your way past the Neon players, kick professional teams aside, and crush the mysterious killer champions on the European and American servers. In the end, you actually make it to the championship match.

And your opponents are legendary players who have won five titles in a row.

During the pre-match interview, you clasp an opposing player’s hand with a sincere expression.

“Teacher, teacher, I’ve watched your matches since I was little! The night before my middle school entrance exam, I watched you get eliminated instantly, and cried all night. Teacher, I’m your fan!”

The player looks like he’s about to murder you.

The heavens must be blind. On the day of the final, you actually win the championship.

Back at the hotel, you’re ecstatic. You open an alt account and troll yourself:

“This year’s champions had a ridiculously easy run. All they had going for them was the current patch. They won by pure luck.”

Your fans are furious:

“You troll, what the hell do you know about esports? Sure, he’s got a mouth on him, he’s a jerk, he’s a lousy player, and he’s got a terrible personality, but he’s got a championship! How many championships have you won? Answer me!”

You read the replies, and your heart swells with even greater joy.

You knew it! You understand esports guys better than anyone!

[Reading guide]

1. Absolutely no limits! No limits! No limits! The male lead has no love interest. How could anyone have a ship with someone who trolls this hard...? But there will be fans shipping him with other esports guys along the way, since he and his teammates will play up their chemistry, and they’ll ride the coattails of popular esports guys. Well, that’s esports for you.

2. Written in second person, but “you” have a specific name. Obviously, you need a name to troll! It’s assumed that anyone who clicked knows what a troll is. He’s just an evil troublemaker looking for laughs. There will be jokes about esports tournaments.

3. The game is a 1v4 asymmetrical competitive game, with a human faction and a killer faction.

4. All trolling in the story is for the sake of the plot and does not represent the author’s views. Please don’t come after me.

5. To be perfectly clear: the author has neither a favorite team nor a favorite player.

6. The author isn’t a fan of 298142. The author just likes reading troll comments. Please don’t label me a fan of Qian...

Theme: Trolling is fine, not trolling is fine. Either way is fine.