He Did the Catfishing, I Did the Harvesting

It was incredibly tense in the private room. Henry, wearing a pitiable white shirt, sat at the main seat with red, swollen eyes, and beside him were four of the top players of "Shimmering Starfield", including Yvonne and "MoonShadow".

In the center, a woman lounged while absentmindedly spinning a lighter in her hand. She was none other than Jesse Fuller, the elite heiress of Bellevue society and the second-ranked high roller in the game.

Upon seeing me walk into the private room, Henry shot to his feet. He pointed his finger at me, his voice laced with grievance and anger while yelling, "You're nothing but a gutless account-stealing thief, Vincent! You actually had the nerve to show up here!"

In that instant, everyone in the private room fell silent, and all four women turned to look at me. Yvonne and "MoonShadow" rose to their feet, instinctively moving to protect me.

Upon seeing their reaction, Henry started wailing uncontrollably. "You shouldn't let him play you! He's not 'WindListener'! He's just my roommate who used his family's money to hijack my maxed-out account. He even stole my personal photos and pretended to be me just to get to you!"

He then brought his old laptop crashing down onto the table through his tears, showing the game's login page. "Here's the undeniable evidence—the login credentials have always been stored on my laptop! How could Vincent possibly be the top player in the game when he can't even grasp the basic dungeon mechanics?"

Henry's tearful and impassioned accusation instantly brought the atmosphere in the private room down to freezing point.

Yvonne and "MoonShadow" were taken aback, their gazes wavering between Henry and me, while the three other women who were meeting me for the first time looked on with deepening scowls.

"Henry's got balls! He's finally having a real face-to-face showdown!"

"That's right! He couldn't possibly be aware of the private details of those chats, no matter how much the supporting male lead resembles the photos!"

"Henry has the login credentials, so the supporting male lead is about to be exposed!"

"Please drive this wicked impostor out of here this instant, Yvonne!"

I looked at Henry's righteous and awe-inspiring act and nearly stood up to give him a standing ovation. I sauntered over to the table, pulled out a chair, and lounged back, asking, "How about you explain a few things to the group since you're insisting that the account and the photos belong to you, Henry?"

I scoffed derisively, fixing him with a sharp glare. "Why did you feel the need to steal my tailored Alysian suit if those photos are really of you, Henry? How about you pull up the real-name ID check and let the ladies see you pass the facial recognition scan since you claim the account belongs to you?"