Another goal. Then another. The scoreboard couldn't keep up.
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. *Fe* Egoist Script | Auto Goal | Hydrogen Flu...
"You really think this'll hold up on Hydrogen?" his friend, Leo, buzzed through the headset. "The anti-cheat updates are getting aggressive." Another goal
The chat exploded. 'Hacker!' 'No way that’s legit!' 'Reported!' He entered the match
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 whistle blew. A rival striker lunged, executing a complex dribble pattern. But the logic was already five steps ahead. Before the striker could even pivot, Jax’s avatar flickered. It was a blur of frame-perfect movement. CRACK.