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Dominic looked bup /bslightly, as if he’d just bheard /bsomething unbelievable. Even Bryson was surprised by Jean’s sudden offer.

Neither of them took it seriously. To them, it was just a kid saying something on a

a whim

bJean /bcould tell they thought she was joking, so she asked bseriously/b, “Dominic, if I actually bring Winston home, will you give me the 690 thousand or not?”

Even with her straight face, Dominic still didn’t take it bseriously/b.

He answered in a light, amused btone/bb, /blike he was humoring a child, “Sure. Of course I will.”

Jean clenched her fist. “Great, Just you wait,”

Dominic looked into her eyes, as if something had just urred to bhim/b. “You seem… really interested in that 690 thousand.”

Jean nodded. “Of course”

“You short on cash?” Dominic’s bbrows /bdrew together slightly.

“Not exactly.” Jean shrugged. “I just want to start saving for retirementb./b”

Dominic was speechless.

Being ba /bbwoman /bof action, Jean immediatelyunched her “690 thousand” operation.

She got Winston’s number from bDominic/b.

Then she started calling.

Unsurprisingly, no one picked up.

Jean didn’t bgive /bup. She kept dialing, spamming bcall /bafter call.

Eventually-

She realized Winston had blocked her.

But bno /bbig deal–Jean bjust /bregistered a new number and continued her bharassment /bcampaign from there,

Finally-

Winston called her backb. /b

Heaven had heard her cries!

i was genuinely moved, like the clouds had parted and the moon had be /bout. She answered in a deliberately bsoft /bbvoice/b, Fintonb, /byou finally picked up_

Jean, are you out of your damn mind?”

Winston’s voice was sharp,ced with danger and ice.

“I just Jean barely got a word out before he cut her off

His tone was cold andmanding, like a wall of frost pouring out through the phone, “Don’t think helping you once means you can just call me You’re nothing to me

7:40 bPM /bc

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“If you cross the line again, I won’t go easy on you.” Winston’s voice was pure frostbite. No warmth, no patience. Jean couldn’t help but shiver a little..

Just then, she heard someone in the background yell, “Winston! Get on already! Ranked game’s starting! League of Legends, let’s go!”

The call abruptly ended.

Jean stared at her phone, thinking

If she wasn’t mistaken-

Someone bhad /bjust called bWinston /bto y a

y a game. And bthat /bgame was called League of Legends

She didn’t

expect to see a real–world game referenced in this novel world.

Before transmigrating, Jean bhad /blived in a reality where League of Legends was a huge deal.

The author must’ve directly borrowed the name.

League of Legends, huh….

Jean’s eyes lit up. She immediately turned on herptop.

This was one of the most popr PC games our there, with ba /byer base in the millions.

Jean registered an ount and tried to log in–only to find herself stuck in a queue.

While she waited, she browsed the League of Legends forums.

“Newbie here—what server should I start on?”

She clicked into the thread at the top of the page.

“As long as it’s not Server 1, you’re good.”

“Yeah, avoid Server 1.

“Join Server 13. bChill /bvibes, good people.”

“Server 13? Please. It’s ba /bbghost /btown. Takes forever to find teammates.”

“Bull. It’s not a bghost /btown. It’s just not full of students, so it looks dead. Weekends are fine?

“Why not bServer /bI thought”

“Because that ce is crawling with bpros/bb. /bIt’s a bbloodbath/b. You’ll get wiped.”

“Yeah, if you’re new, stay far away. Server I is hell. It’s a training ground for the gods.”

“It’s basically impossible to brank /bup there unless you’re cracked. But if you’re binto /bbwatching /btop–tier y, that’s the bce/b. Deadmark is there”

m a Deadmark fan too! He’s number one on the server. I just want to be in the same game

humTM

d luck with that Deadmark doesn’t talk to banyone/b. Even pro teams are fighting bover /bhim with million–dor offersb, /bband /b

Jean paused at that nani–Deadmark

adn’t know the elite yers of bthis /bword’s version of the game, but her bgut /btold her

teadmark might be Winston

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Of course he’d be good at games

So bing the number one League of Legends yer? Not surprising at all

Meanwhile, the login queue ended and the server selection screen popped up:

There were 25 servers in total. Jean moved her mouse and clicked Server 1 without hesitation.

Once inside, the match screen came up.

The game was 5v5–five randomly matched teammates fighting five opponents.

Win to bgain /bpoints, lose to drop points. umte enough and you rank up.

bRight /bnow, Jean was a Bronze 0–no rank, no points.

She’d skipped the beginner tutorials and bhadn’t /bfarmed any practice matches against bots.

She bwent /bstraight to the hardest mode–live yer matches.

Because that’s where the biggest point bgains /bwere.

She needed to brank /bup fast if she bwanted /ba shot at crossing paths with Deadmark.

“What the hell, we got matched with ba /bbBronze /b0?”

Since the game hadn’t started yet and they were still picking champions, the team chat was open.

“Seriously? This noob’s gonna feed like crazy. Why even queue?”

“Yeah, this is gonna be a disaster. Can we surrender now?”

“bI’m /bnot bscared /bof the enemy team. I’m scared of trash teammates. This bis /ban auto–loss,”

“Ugh. Killed my vibe. Had luck btoday/b, I guess.”

“Hey, mute Bronze, maybe leave now and save us all the trouble. We can’t carry you.”

Jean stared at the raging chat, her face bcalm /band unmoved.

None of the insults fazed her.

She finally typed her first message. “bDon’t /bworry. Just wait—I’ll carry”

bSend /bGifts