[Entirely fictional, from the game itself to the structure of the clubs]
The person I want to tell you about is a world-class legendary mercenary, an insurmountable milestone in the history of esports.
They say that as long as the price is high enough, he'll guarantee a team's victory with 100% certainty. The most shameless thing he ever did was announce a transfer at the championship celebration, jump ship to their bitter rival, crush his former teammates, and help take down his old team's bid for a third consecutive title.
...And he really won.
Behind his seven consecutive individual championships, he shattered the championship dreams of five former teams and broke the three-peat streaks of two dynasties.
Personally, he has led new teams to take down his former teammates four times. He has wronged every club and every teammate.
Professionally, he has fulfilled every promise in his contracts to perfection. Whenever any team talks about its greatest moments, his name always comes up.
Whenever anyone hires him, they emphasize again and again that he should be treated as a tool. But the truth is, no one can treat him like one. Not even people who are well prepared or completely cold-blooded can manage it.
As a coach, he carefully reviews every game replay and teaches you the pace of the game, step by step. He never says anything hurtful, yet makes you see with your own eyes how much you've grown.
As a captain, he never takes his emotions or stress out on others. No matter how badly a teammate messes up, he'll calmly say, "Leave it to me," then turn the tide and tear through the entire battlefield.
As a friend...
He remembers the likes and birthdays of every teammate around him. At three in the morning, he'll climb up to the rooftop to ask why you're crying, then drape a coat over your shoulders and stay up with you until dawn.
With him, the love is real, and so is the hate.
Lu Xiuyuan, as I write this account of you, your 60-million-a-year salary in Apex has just broken the record for the highest-paid esports player, and, as expected, you've won the seventh championship of your career.
At the same time, Wanxing has spent 80 million to strengthen its roster and block your eighth consecutive title. Three long-time rival powerhouse clubs, MirAstra, Menglu, and Xuehe, have each even sent their star players to form a joint team, all so they can take you down fair and square on the battlefield.
When you first debuted, the world had just one thing to say about you.
Before S5, the stars shone bright.
After S5, all the stars revolved around you.
Seven years have passed. No one wants to talk about you anymore, but I still remember you once telling me that your dream was to start your own esports club, build the world's strongest dream team, and bring esports to the masses, making it even more popular than soccer.
Now you have enough money, and esports really has become a global phenomenon. But everyone who once loved you and gave you their heartfelt devotion now hates you to the bone.
Of course, of course, I believe you have what it takes to start from scratch with every top player hating your guts and pull together a championship-winning team straight from the academy.
Everyone believes you'll always be the one to create legends, just as they believe that no matter how much we plead, you'll never look back.
But before Season Twelve, with the Olympics about to begin and all your former teammates on the national team roster, can you really, truly face us without shame?
Face everyone who loved you deeply, only to have their hearts broken by you?
Or do you really have no heart?
Warning:
No romance. Contains an extreme amount of in-game fighting.
This is a fictional esports story of love and hate. The male lead is simply profit-driven, an empty shell with no feelings, only desire. He transfers purely for money and benefits, with no ulterior reason.
The author doesn't know much about esports, so the esports content in this story will probably be fictional.
Theme: Striving toward a better life