Mom, this is the respectable job you wanted me to get. Playing games, respectably. Playing games, respectably, and even bringing home a son-in-law. Room and board included, and they even set you up on dates. What am I responsible for? Well... I'm responsible for winning the championship.
Before you read, a few warnings:
1. First-person narration.
2. Set against the contemporary esports scene, with a varying amount of related memes thrown in. Just-for-fun vibes.
3. An eighth-generation member of Team Samsara, currently with an ID but no name.
A few more things to know:
1. The writing is emotion-driven. At heart, this is a romance, not a sports competition story. From the initial character setup and early plot, you'll see that the heroine loves melodrama. The story features pent-up, twisted, gloomy emotions, and may later include romantic rivalries between different players. There is some personal interpretation involved. But from the perspective of “me,” the protagonist, and the players who appear, the championship and career storyline will always come first.
2. The championship winners for the original seasons S1–S10 will remain unchanged. Team voice chat will be introduced early, and Samsara wins the S11 championship.
3. Forum-style chapters will appear every five to ten chapters or so. They won't be added after a loss, but will be written together with the aftermath of a win.
4. For personal reasons, none of the endings or bonus chapters will include registering a marriage or having children.
This is fictional esports with a pseudo-real-life setting. There's no need to compare it to real life or tie it too closely to the real world. It takes no stance. If it has to have one, I hope everyone gets what they wish for. I'm not good at writing game matches. I love trashy romance, and when I'm having fun writing, I tend to add too much emotional angst, but this really is a Mary Sue story.
New story coming soon: [The King's Avatar] Has the Streamer Made a Comeback Yet?
In the final of the Glory Season 9 Challenger League, Excellent Era got off to a bad start, their decline was plain to see, they made one terrible move after another, and struggled on the brink of defeat... Let's congratulate Team Happy on winning the Challenger League!
To squeeze out the last of her value, the manager told Song Shu and her teammates to drum up some buzz. Before she could offer any comforting words, she learned that Sun Xiang was transferring to the two-time champion Team Samsara, while Xiao Shiqin was returning to his old team, Thunderclap. Great, we all have a bright future ahead of us.
So she signed a one-year extension, then went live on Bilibili at nine that night. Well, she extended her streaming contract.
Stream title: Three years with Team Tyranny, three years with Team Tiny Herb, one year with Excellent Era: the blood, sweat, and tears of a big-company wage slave.
That afternoon, she stirred up trouble with her hot take on the match: “If they told you to make that call, would you do it? You have to, even if it kills you.”
“Be good and sleep at the venue tonight. Don't go out. Being obscure is a kind of protection, but being bad isn't.”
“Are we really going to pretend nobody wants to flame this Lord Grim?”
In the middle of the night, she called on her channel members to team up and hunt down Ye Xiu: “Come on, everyone, get him! He's the one who drove me into retirement.”
Less than half a year into streaming, Excellent Era, to everyone's delight, went bankrupt. Song Shu hurriedly went live with her phone held up for a selfie, opening with: “Tao Xuan, give me my severance pay!” She rode the trends she could, picked fights with the people she shouldn't, and accepted every offer that came her way, then played dumb.
Before she knew it, she had become a top-tier star streamer, with several times more fans than she'd had as a pro. And several times more haters, too.
Song Shu kept raking in the cash and responded to her haters with kindness: “If you flame your streamer, she'll give you her luck in Glory. But I'm keeping the championship for myself.”
One day, the guy who'd driven her into retirement sent a paid message in her stream: “Xiao Shu, do you still want to compete?”
Before you read, a few warnings:
1. The heroine is a sunny, puppy-like girl. The entire story is in third person. She'll be adored by everyone along the way, make a comeback, join Team Happy, and win the championship.
2. This is a fun story set in a pseudo-real-life timeline, with a moderate, possibly excessive, amount of memes. Please don't conflate it with reality.