Spoiled By The Ruthless Esports Captain
Kaitlynn's mother forced her to entertain Jorden, a cold, overbearing professional esports captain who she only remembered as an annoying, mud-eating brat.
She despised him in real life, saving all her admiration for "Hex," the god-tier player in her favorite MMO who constantly spoiled her with thousand-dollar rare items.
Trapped in Jorden's luxury car during a forced errand, Kaitlynn couldn't stand his arrogant attitude anymore.
She proudly bragged about Hex, claiming her online master's mechanics were vastly superior to any so-called professional player.
"He's the absolute ceiling," she declared defensively. "He's way better than you."
Jorden just smirked, his dark eyes dismissing her entirely.
"Sounds like a nerd living in his mom's basement."
Kaitlynn was furious, ready to scream at him, until his work phone suddenly rang.
Right in front of her, he casually commanded his team using an extremely rare, high-tier strategy exclusive to her game.
Kaitlynn's mind completely short-circuited.
Why would the captain of North America's biggest esports organization know Aethelgard's secret meta?
And why did his commanding, ruthless voice suddenly sound exactly like the low, comforting chuckle that echoed in her headset every night?
As Jorden's gaze dropped to the rare assassin class keychain resting on her lap, a wicked, knowing smile flashed across his face.
The untouchable esports tyrant had just realized his rebellious real-life enemy was his deeply pampered in-game student, and her peaceful double life was about to end.
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Chapter 1
Kaitlynn stared at the glowing monitor, her eyes burning from the lack of blinking.
Her fingers hammered against the mechanical keyboard, the plastic keys digging into her skin.
On the screen, the massive Shadow Treant reared back, its bark-like skin splitting open to release a wave of toxic green sludge.
Kaitlynn slammed the movement keys, trying to force her mage, Aetheria, out of the blast zone.
The edge of the venom splashed across her character's robes.
Her health bar plummeted, the green line turning a flashing, critical red.
Kaitlynn sucked in a sharp breath.
The cold air hit the back of her throat.
"Oh my god, I'm dead," she gasped into her headset microphone, her voice trembling.
"Roll left. Now."
The voice in her ears was low, calm, and slightly distorted by the Discord server.
It was Hex.
Kaitlynn's body reacted before her brain could process the command.
She slammed the dodge key.
Aetheria threw herself to the left, the pixels of her robe barely scraping past a massive, deadly root that smashed into the ground where she had just stood.
The Treant froze for a fraction of a second, stuck in the animation of its missed attack.
A black blur shot out from the blind spot on the right side of Kaitlynn's screen.
It was Hex's assassin.
His daggers flashed in a blinding sequence of silver light, the skill effects illuminating Kaitlynn's dark bedroom.
The boss's health bar melted, dropping so fast it triggered the final enrage mechanic.
The ground on the screen turned completely red.
Spikes began to erupt from the floor in a chaotic, unavoidable pattern.
Kaitlynn's eyes darted across the monitor, searching for a safe zone.
There was none.
Her stomach dropped, and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable death sound.
It never came.
Hex abandoned his attack combo.
He used his ultimate mobility skill, teleporting directly in front of Aetheria.
A golden, translucent shield erupted around his character, an extremely rare absolute defense skill.
The ground spikes slammed into the shield, shattering it into digital dust.
In the exact millisecond the shield broke, Hex used the invincibility frame of his recovery animation to throw a single, poison-tipped dagger.
The blade struck the Treant right between its glowing red eyes.
The monster let out a deafening roar and collapsed into a pile of rotting wood.
A massive, golden banner flashed across the center of the screen.
The bright light washed over Kaitlynn's face.
She ripped the headset off her ears.
She jumped up from her ergonomic chair, her knees knocking against the desk.
Her half-empty can of Coke wobbled dangerously, almost spilling over her mousepad.
At the top of the game interface, a server-wide announcement began to scroll.
It declared that Hex and Aetheria had claimed the world-first kill of the Whispering Forest.
The guild chat box in the bottom left corner exploded.
Hundreds of messages scrolled by in a blur of exclamation points and worship emojis.
Kaitlynn's hands were shaking as she pulled the headset back over her ears.
"Thank you," she stammered, her chest heaving. "I... I can't believe we did that."
A low chuckle vibrated through the headset speakers.
The sound went straight to Kaitlynn's chest, making her heart skip a beat.
On the screen, Hex's assassin walked over to the boss's corpse and clicked the loot chest.
A blinding purple light shot out of the box.
It was a Mythic-tier staff crafting material, the only one of its kind on the entire server.
Kaitlynn stopped breathing.
She stared at the glowing icon, her mouth hanging open.
A system prompt popped up, waiting for the party leader to distribute the loot.
Kaitlynn gripped her mouse, fully expecting Hex to take the item he had earned.
Instead, Hex dragged the purple material directly into Kaitlynn's inventory.
Kaitlynn's eyes widened so much they hurt.
"Wait, no," she blurted out, her voice cracking. "That's too expensive. I can't take that."
"Take it," Hex interrupted.
His tone left no room for argument.
"It's a reward for my student."
Kaitlynn stared at the glowing purple crystal in her bag.
A strange heat spread across her chest, a physical ache of being completely spoiled.
Hex's character turned to face hers and triggered a waving animation.
"I need to sleep," he said.
Before Kaitlynn could even form the word goodnight, his avatar vanished.
His name in the party list turned gray.
Kaitlynn sat alone in the quiet room, staring at the empty space on her monitor.
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7.7
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
7.6
Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed.
On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift.
He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe.
"Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?"
He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands.
"Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors."
Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life?
Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.
9.5
Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet.
Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
"If you're unclaimed at the mating ceremony, they force you into the breeding program, and you'll be nothing but a vessel until you die."
She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe.
During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.
9.7
Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex.
She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating.
Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury.
"You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out.
After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust.
In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead?
Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.
7.6
My baby daughter died in the cold hospital, and I agreed to donate her heart to save another pup. I brought her ashes home in a small wooden box, seeking comfort from my mate.
But when I returned to the packhouse, I found a massive celebration. My Alpha mate wasn't away on patrol; he was throwing a grand Naming Ceremony for his sister's newborn. He didn't even know our daughter was dead.
"Give Lyra the gift. Now."
He impatiently demanded I hand over the box in my arms. When his sister's son tried to snatch it, I pushed him away to protect my baby's ashes. His sister immediately screamed, accusing me of trying to hurt her children out of jealousy.
Without asking a single question, my mate grabbed my wrist, ready to smash the box to teach me a lesson. To save my daughter's remains, I had to drop to the floor, bare my neck in ultimate submission, and lie that it was just my late father's relics.
He was disgusted by my tears. Later, when I tried to jump off the balcony to end my pain, he pulled me back—not out of love, but because my suicide would ruin his perfect party. He locked me in my room and ordered the maids to force me into a bright red dress for the evening feast.
Looking at the red silk that mocked my bleeding heart, my despair finally died, replaced by a cold, venomous hatred. I tucked a white funeral flower into my hair and walked out the door. This time, I was going to turn their joyous celebration into a living hell.
9.4
I was the daughter of a defeated Alpha, kneeling as a broken war spoil before the ruthless Lycan King, Kaelen Varg.
Through a twisted misunderstanding with a spiked drink, the tyrant lost control. But when he attacked me, an impossible spark ignited between us. His inner wolf roared in triumph, recognizing me as his fated Mate, and he claimed me in the heat of the night.
But the next morning, he woke up with another woman's name on his lips. Realizing he had surrendered to a lowly tribute, his eyes filled with absolute, violent loathing. To erase the humiliation of our bond, he shoved me to the floor like garbage.
"Take her to the Barrens. Leave her there. Make sure she never comes back."
His Beta dragged me to a sealed, sun-baked wasteland crawling with mutated beasts. They clamped silver cuffs onto my wrists, searing my flesh and suppressing my wolf, leaving me to die a slow, agonizing death.
I lay in the scorching dirt, the silver burning into my bones. I couldn't understand how a fated Mate could be so merciless. Why was my life worth less than his twisted pride? Why did I have to be fed to monsters just so he could keep his throne spotless?
The cold rage in my core solidified into a diamond-hard resolve. I forced my bleeding body to stand in the desolate wasteland. I will not die here. I will survive, and I will live to see his kingdom burn.