-Yoooo. That was legit illegal
-Howwww!!!?
-Cant make this up
-Mind=Controlled
-He didn't even have time to Blink away.
- T_T
-Great Sage has gifted 500 coins
Congrats Great Sage for becoming a believer of the Great Wu
-Great Sage has Gifted 500 coins
Congrats to Great Sage, they have ascended to Wu's Glorious Legion...
-Ehyoo. We got a whale over here.
-Whaaaaaaaleeee
-Omg 5k, the big 5k
....
The chat went wild after Crea had made the play. Fans couldn't believe she had actually done it. The fact of killing the Mary under tower was bad enough, doing it without taking a single hit of damage was illegal.
Crea was excited, not for her play at all, but for the notifications that buzzed on her screen.
Someone has gifted her over over 5000 pounds...
5000!!!
The big 5k
That could keep her running for a month of she was meticulous.
She instantly typed a thank you message directly to the donor. In real life, she pumped her fist into the air.
'Now I can buy a new pc, and some new clothes, and some shoes... And....' she was slightly lost in thought. What she dreamed most was a newer model ssd hard drive and graphics card for her current PC... Then a second monitor to make her streaming easy. Now with this money, she could buy what she wanted with ease.
She continued her match, recalling and finishing her first full item.
Sword of Alcides: 2900 gold
AD: 90
Crit: 20%
(Passive) When you damage an opponent below 5% HP, execute the target and get a 1% increase in physical damage permanently (up to 20 stacks) Stacks reset on death.
Just as she was to walk back to lane, an announcement came on screen.
Your Opponent has Surrendered
VICTORY!!!
Crea was taken aback for a bit. She typed a message to DonkyDylan, asking why he suddenly left. But no reply came.
***
In Rex's room, a single large room with a bed and bathroom, and a small compartment next to it for the kitchen.
Dylan was exasperated...
He was tired
Weakened in fact.
Not only had he been destroyed twice in a row, it was now online.
Shame washed over him as he tried and failed to speak.
'How the hell did it get up to this point?' he thought to himself .
'Not only did he look bad, he was now popular online for been gapped, by a giantess muscle mummy'.
Dylan collapsed on his chair, tired and defeated.
Rex on the other hand sat on the bed amused. He was surprised when his friend called that he would stay the night over to game... He understood that Dylan had signed up for a tourney this weekend and needed the practice.
Heck it was Rex who even got him into the game in the first place.
But to watch his best friend take on his favourite streamer...
...And get absolutely fisted...
Was funny as hell.
"Don't feel so bad. I did say you were shit at the game... Seems CreatorWu agrees"
"You're not helping idiot"
"I know... It's just...hahahha... I'm dying here" Rex laughed, rolling on the bed while gripping his stomach.
Just then, his Utube updates pinged him... A new short posted online...
He was already scared to go online and look it up.
Just then, Rex's voice confirmed his fears...
"Bro you're famous... Check your Utube"
"I know, I saw the notification."
Rex almost chocked on his saliva, a new row of laughter sending him into fits of coughing.
"Imagine actually losing to an 'E-girl'. Heck I should've noticed when you said that the first time"
"Brooooo. You're making me feel worse"
"See sometimes, you've got to not be an asshole to others. You won't know when you bark up the wrong tree yeah?"
Just then, a message came from his friend list... It was Crea.
Dylan's hand shook. He feared to reply her, but feared more the reaction of her viewers if he don't reply at all. He couldn't just pretend to be offline.
He opened the chat window and saw a message.
-You get what I said last time...
Dylan paused and remembered her words to him...
"Yeah, if you played well"
-Yeah... I kinda do.
- don't get too down, you just need to work on your bad attitude. You're too toxic in your chatting and play style... And you play too cowardly
-i Apologize for what I said today... I think I was too tense today... Dylan typed that almost immediately, trying his best to salvage the situation. Crea didn't reply for a few seconds, before sending a message.
- Good, first steps to recovery... Come back to the shop to get more tips, I could teach you.
Dylan froze, somewhat between shocked and elated. Shocked that she had been the one to ask him to come take lessons, elated that someone of such a high caliber would give him lessons.
"Oye Donky Kong.. let me in on that training". Rex jumped from his bed and ran to the desk.
"What about school tomorrow? You're the nerd here"
"I have no classes tomorrow and for the next week... Let me in. I wanna see Creator Wu face to face"
Dylan chuckled. He believed his friend would actually want to meet Creator Wu more than actually get in game tips from her.
- Can I bring a friend with me?
- Sure, we accept paying customers anytime
- okay, we'll be there, 9am sharp
Dylan closed the game and went to sleep, soon the stream ended, and Crea hopped into the bathroom and crashed into her bed, tired but also satisfied.
***
In the mansion just outside the suburbs, the figure watching the stream on his PC smiled.
His daughter was currently downstairs watching a horror movie, the sound of screams of terror echoing all the way from downstairs to his half open door.
He'd been watching the stream go on,a ruddy smile on his face.
"Imagine all that, and she works for me" he mumbled to himself. He stood up and picked up his phone. Next to his computer desk was a file with the name Crea Larc.
The man was Mr Jeff, the owner of the 'small' internet Cafe just along 12th avenue.
If one looked at him in the office, he looked like a goofy old man with a wide smile and a friendly demeanor.
But right now, he looked like a wealthy businessman and father. Sporting a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, he walked out of his room and went downstairs.
His daughter, Natasha, was asleep on the couch, a horror movie playing out in the TV screen.
He lifted her in a princess carry and took her to her room.
It was a large room with a lot of girly decorations, painted with blue and white colors.
Her placed her in the bed, causing her to moan and mumble in her sleep.
'Daddy, is mummy back yet?' she mumbled, mostly talking in her sleep.
Those words hit Jeff hard.
Jeff looked up and sighed. He brushed his daughters her, gave her a good night sleep and closed the door quietly.
Then, he walked to his room and out to the balcony. He grabbed a cigarette from his shorts pocket with a lighter.
Click!!! Shuuu!!! Puuuu
With a drag, he puffed up smoke, calming his already fractured nerves.
The question his daughter asked, the one she always asked, was something he couldn't bear to answer her.
Not now... She was too young.
Jeff began to think of his younger days.
When he met Sheila.
Their relationship through the years.
The company he built with her from the ground up.
The big things they did, the plans they had.
The love they felt for each other.
The oath they swore on the altar.
The beautiful child they made...
And then...
Then...
He tried not to think beyond that point, it was too painful for him.
All he cared for was to make his daughter happy and proud of him.
She would get the best she deserved in life.
Then his thoughts wondered to the cafe he opened a month ago. He'd done it in a whim, but how lucky could he be to have met such a talented and, quite popular person as his receptionist.
Crea may not be as popular as the larger streamers and pro player, but her name was a household staple.
And now, she was just working for him....
What a waste of such untamed talent.
If he could get her into the pro scene, she would take the world by storm.
But the pro scene was a ruthless place. Hard was it for player to get a 3rd rate team. Harder was it for a woman to do it.
Jeff was rich. He had connections in very high places. The problem was that he knew how the hierarchy worked.
Crea going pro would be harder than getting a needle in a hay stack.
So an idea popped up in his head ...
He grabbed his cell phone and began to make a call...
"Hey Tony... Get me Reginald on the line"