The ball didn't just fly; it screamed across the field, weaving through three defenders as if it were a heat-seeking missile. It slammed into the top-right corner of the net before the goalie’s animation could even trigger. "Goal," Jax whispered.
Jax pulled the plug on his router, sitting back in the sudden silence of his room. He looked at the last frame captured on his screen—his avatar standing alone in a stadium of frozen players. *Fe* Egoist Script | Auto Goal | Hydrogen Flu...
Just as the "Victory" banner flashed across the screen, the world around him began to dissolve into white pixels. The connection was severing. "They got the IP?" Leo asked, his voice tense. The ball didn't just fly; it screamed across
He entered the match. The stadium was packed with high-tier players—avatars decked out in rare skins, moving with professional precision. Jax didn't move. He stood at the center line, his character’s eyes fixed on the ball. Jax pulled the plug on his router, sitting