Flashback—Last Night
Zeno stared at the screen as the system blinked its message back at him.
[Skill Integration Initiated: ETA – 100 Hours]
A hundred hours.
That meant he wouldn't have full access to his booster until the Star Collision Finals.
So that's how it was going to be.
That meant one thing—he would have to grind.
And grind, he did.
He was awful. Embarrassingly bad. He didn't think so, though. Zeno was actually having fun. No wonder this game became so famous.
In every tutorial match, Zeno died at least four times. He walked into towers like they were friendly coffee shops, he mistook healing items for bombs, and his aim sucked.
But he kept playing.
By the time the sun rose the next day, his kill count was twelve.
Twelve.
Across twelve games.
He even consumed his last stamina booster just so he could practice longer.
And now… here they were. The day of the death match.
