Wendy’s POV Trixy and I were still sitting behind our screens, silently enjoying the chaos of Raelynn getting dragged all over the internet, when that bombshell dropped—and we were both left speechless. Trixy stared at the news on her screen, wide-eyed. “What the hell is Raelynn made of? There’s no way she’s Jenny.” I growled through gritted teeth, “It’s official now. Everyone knows she’s Jenny. Damn it. I thought we could use that fake dress stunt to destroy her and make sure she never dared to mess with us again. I didn’t expect this…” If Raelynn really was Jenny, then we had no more ammunition. She was Jenny. So even if the dress was fake, it didn’t matter. And even if it was a knockoff, all she had to do was say it was real. Who would dare question her? I was so pissed I could feel the bile rising. I never imagined she’d been holding a trump card like this. I glanced at Trixy, who also looked livid, and suddenly, an idea struck me. “Trixy, I’ve got a better plan.” She looked at me curiously. “What is it?” I leaned in and whispered in her ear. After hearing it, that eerie smile spread across her face too. “Let’s do it your way.” Let’s see what that little Omega slut from Varken does next. Raelynn’s POV Once I saw the online commentary starting to shift in my favor, I finally relaxed. I pulled out my phone and decided to play a couple rounds of games. Wesley peeked over and looked surprised. “You game too? Any good?” “Wolfestein OG female player. Ten-win-streak hall-of-famer. Queen of trash talk. Heir to absolutely nothing,” I said with a grin. Wesley couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, that’s impressive.”I rolled my eyes and locked in my in-game hero. “You really believe all that? My wolfking main is cracked, though.” He burst out laughing again. “Seriously? In that case, my brother would totally love you.” That got my attention. “Oh?” “You’ve heard of my brother Gilbert, right? Total eSports maniac. He’s been top of the leaderboard forever. He even says winning’s gotten boring.” I landed a smooth kill and glanced at him. “Top of what?” “Peak rank. Don’t tell me you’ve never played peak rank?” I remembered when Wolfestein first came out. I had just gone abroad and had nothing but free time, so I casually hit top rank. Then I stopped playing for years. These days I just hop in for fun. Never cared about ranking again. “I’ll give it a shot.” I wrapped up the match with a clean 12-0 score, logged off, and did a quick search for the top player. The Mad Wolf. What kind of stupid name was that? “I could take you to meet my brother sometime. He basically lives at the club training. Guy’s a ghost—super hard to catch in person.” “Cool.” I added Gilbert as a friend, and in the message, I wrote: You? Peak rank? Sure enough, the friend request was quickly accepted. He immediately sent a bunch of messages, all basically saying he wanted to duel me. I was bored anyway, so I accepted. We agreed to a 1v1, both picking the wolfking hero, Charlotte. This one’s all about hand speed and chaining combos. My “Seven-Star Light Strike” execution was insanely fast. Gilbert fell behind instantly. I also used a completely different build from everyone else. My damage was way higher than his.As expected, he lost 1–2. I typed calmly: Wanna go again? “Yeah!” I sighed and queued up another match. This time he picked Lone Wolf Edward. I picked the witch elf, Freya. Same as my wolf name. Now technically, Edward counters Freya in the current game meta. I should’ve been completely screwed. But I grabbed an early second item from the elf set. It had slightly lower damage, but my movement was tight. I used lane pressure and brush to dodge most of his skills, then used my passive to trigger a chain explosion and blew him up. Gilbert’s Edward crumpled to the ground. A single word popped into the chat box. “Damn.” I stood there in-game, AFK for a sec, then typed: My passive triggers chain explosions. Freya’s passive: after you finish a full combo, she turns real passive. Ha. What a terrible pun. Gilbert replied with a string of question marks. “Who the hell are you?” I casually replied: "Your sister." Gilbert: "Why you gotta talk like that?" Suddenly, he rage-quit. His icon went dark. I stared at the screen, stunned. Did I scare him off by calling myself his sister? Or maybe losing to me broke him? Like his ego just snapped, and now he’s curled up crying in a corner?I shook my head, still baffled. I turned to Wesley and hesitated before asking, “Hey… is your brother emotionally fragile?” Wesley didn’t even get the chance to answer. The hospital room door burst open.