Chapter 152

Chapter 152:

“Trash,” Mimi Berry spat as her parting shot. “Insulting women? Have you forgotten how you came into this world?”

The teammate fell into a humiliated silence.

When the match ended, Mimi Berry exited the team without a word.

“She was incredible! I love her energy,” Sloane said, her eyes sparkling. “It’s ridiculous how some people act. If someone messes up, just correct them—no need for insults.”

Sloane quickly sent Mimi Berry a friend request, which was promptly accepted.

Without missing a beat, Sloane invited another player.

This new girl joined with enthusiasm, her voice bright and bubbly.

“Wow, you guys are amazing! Your win rates are unreal. Are these your alternate accounts?” she said, her tone sugary and effervescent.

“I feel so lucky to run into such pros.”

Fernanda froze. That voice struck a chord—familiar and unsettling, like a melody half-remembered.

“Your rank’s pretty good too,” Sloane typed back, a grin playing on her lips.

“Oh, I was totally carried by other pros,” the girl admitted with a lilting giggle. “They helped me move up in rank. Are you sure you want me on your team? I might ruin your streak.”

Sloane was touched by the girl’s sincerity and found her to be a favorable teammate.

After all, she’d learned that people often downplayed their skills even when they were decent players.

But this time, Sloane couldn’t have been more mistaken.

The girl’s gameplay was a train wreck—so bad it almost defied belief. Finally, Sloane typed, “You’re new to this game, aren’t you?”

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The girl’s performance made it painfully clear she had little experience, or she couldn’t possibly be this bad.

“It’s been a little over two months,” the girl replied. “Am I really that terrible?”

“No, no! You’re just selling yourself short,” Sloane typed back, her optimism forced.

In reality, the girl was abysmal—a level of ineptitude that bordered on surreal.

Whoever had carried her to this rank must have been nothing short of phenomenal.

Sloane and Fernanda struggled to keep up, feeling like they were battling four enemies with only two allies. The game played out like an uphill war against an entire army.

Still, the girl’s endless stream of compliments was endearing. She lavished Sloane with so much praise that Sloane couldn’t resist sticking around for a few more matches.

Playing with her was brutal—an experience similar to unlocking a hidden “nightmare mode.”

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