At the sa ti.
In a room far on the other side of the galaxy.
Silver Wolf sat cross-legged on a single-seater sofa, wearing her glasses and buzzing with anticipation.
"Heh, you really think just because you pick up RPGs quickly, you can handle racing gas? If I don't make you call 'Daddy' today, my na isn't Silver Wolf."
Kafka, resting on a nearby sofa, overheard Silver Wolf's muttering and turned her head with keen interest.
"Sweetie, didn't you say that Sylvia is quite talented? Don't tell you're going to crash and burn."
"Tsk—? Crash and burn? Just sit back and watch the show."
Silver Wolf snorted, a look of utter disdain on her face.
She had to admit, Sylvia was a rare find—soone who could keep up with her pace, go toe-to-toe with her.
And on top of that, she had a genuine passion for gaming.
After all, most people at her skill level weren't exactly addicted to gas, and those who were addicted usually lacked the reflexes and physical prowess.
So, even setting aside Elio's prophecy, Silver Wolf was more than happy to ga with Sylvia. Finding a player who could truly challenge her was no easy feat.
But that was one thing!
This lunatic's crazy antics towards her? That absolutely couldn't be let slide so easily!
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Elsewhere.
Sam, who happened to be passing by, glanced curiously at Silver Wolf and sent Kafka a ssage on her phone:
[Sam: What's Silver Wolf up to? Why does she look so pissed?]
Kafka opened her phone, a slight smile playing on her lips.
[Kafka: Elio's mission. She had to make contact with soone online, but a few days ago, that person didn't recognize Silver Wolf and ended up spouting so weird stuff right in front of her.]
[Kafka: [Image][Image][Image]]
[Sam: ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!]
[Sam: What a weirdo, no wonder Silver Wolf's so mad.]
The chatter behind her back went unnoticed by Silver Wolf.
She was already imrsed in the racetrack, waiting for her matched teammates to assemble so the competition could officially begin.
Waiting to utterly dominate Sylvia.
And then—
Round one, and Silver Wolf got completely schooled by Sylvia.
"No way! You overtook at the very last second?!"
It didn't take long for Silver Wolf's furious and frustrated voice to catch the attention of Kafka and the idle Sam.
Along with it ca the mocking laughter leaking from her headphones.
"Why not? That's what you call skill! Now say 'Daddy'."
"What skill? You're literally playing for the first ti! This isn't a single-round decider, don't get cocky! Another round!"
Silver Wolf's chest heaved with anger before she swiftly threw herself into the second race.
Then—
"How are you getting even faster?! Are you cheating or sothing?"
"Just because I'm good ans I'm cheating? Get good, scrub. If you can't handle losing, don't play. Past is past, present is now. That's two rounds! You better get ready to call Daddy! Hahaha—"
"Best of five! Again!!"
Silver Wolf, still refusing to accept defeat, imdiately started another round.
However.
Faced with Sylvia's absurd, seemingly innate talent, Silver Wolf's gaming skills were simply no match.
At first, she could maintain a narrow gap, but as ti went on, the distance between them only grew wider and wider.
By the fourth round, Silver Wolf had suffered four consecutive defeats.
"Dammit, I don't believe it! Best of nine! Again!"
But this ti, Sylvia helplessly declined Silver Wolf's invitation.
"No can do. Soone's looking for . Next ti. Last round you said 'best of seven'. Co on, out with it."
"…"
Silver Wolf gritted her teeth so hard she thought they might crack. This bastard was reasonably talented at other gas, so why the hell was she so ridiculously good at racing?
Wasn't this ga supposed to be 99% realistic manual driving experience?
She, Silver Wolf, was a top-ranked pro in this genre!
Yet she got completely wrecked by Sylvia from the very start. What newbie picks things up that fast??
If she had stuck to an RPG like before, she probably could have won a few.
Instead, what brain fart made her choose a racing ga…thinking she could torture Sylvia with her skills.
Now, she was the one being tortured by Sylvia.
Uninstall! Trash ga, get off my phone!
Just as Silver Wolf was about to speak, she suddenly seed to rember sothing.
She took off her glasses, turned off her mic, and looked back. Kafka and Sam were sitting on the nearby sofa, staring right at her.
"…"
Silver Wolf fell silent.
It was Kafka who pursed her lips and laughed: "Sweetie, you lost."
"…That was just a fluke!"
"But you still have to call her Daddy."
"…"
A bellyful of excuses got stuck in Silver Wolf's throat, blocked by Kafka's words.
Fuming, she shot up from the sofa, bare feet pounding thump thump thump as she ran back to her room.
Slam—
After the door shut.
Back in her own room, Silver Wolf pouted and plopped down onto her bed.
Sylvia in the ga was still pestering her to pay her debt, even taunting her relentlessly.
"Damn it! Ambushing again!"
Silver Wolf muttered under her breath, her face red. Her fingers flew across the screen, typing out a line of text and sending it. Then, logout, uninstall, lock screen—all in one smooth motion!
She then buried her entire face in the pillow, holding her own personal debriefing session, swearing to herself that next ti she would absolutely crush her!
The tips of her ears, peeking out, were bright red, clearly from sheer fury.
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anwhile.
Sylvia saw the last ssage Silver Wolf sent before going offline and couldn't help but break into a wide, gleeful grin.
[GamingDomainDivaSilverWolf: You win today. I'll call you Daddy. Just you wait next ti!!]
[Your Friend: GamingDomainDivaSilverWolf is now offline.]
"Ah, so satisfying."
Sylvia let out a long sigh of relief and also logged out of the ga.
During their heated mic exchange, Sylvia had realized the other person was a girl too.
While her voice was only sowhat similar to Silver Wolf's, seeing that userna, Sylvia couldn't help but treat her as a substitute, imagining Silver Wolf utterly defeated.
That crazy obsessed fan on the other end probably cosplays as Silver Wolf every day, fantasizing about being the dashing Stellaron Hunter.
Pretending to be Silver Wolf online and suffering such a humiliating defeat at her hands—she was probably in her bed right now, crying and throwing a fit~
Just then, a system window suddenly popped up:
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[Target: [GamingDomainDivaSilverWolf]]
[Favorability: 55 (Friendly but wants you dead)]
[Relationship: Father-Daughter (Tentative)]
['While you're a suitable gaming partner, that doesn't stop her from wanting to murder you in real life.']
[Reward: Favorability must break 60 to unlock the first stage reward.]
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"Huh…?"
This triggered a reaction too?
And the target was just an online alias? It counted even without knowing their real na?
It couldn't be that the prompt appeared only because she just confird the other was a girl, right?
Sylvia was baffled. Did this system not even have a basic auto-scan function? So it just went by whatever she thought the other person was called?
She thought it would only trigger for playable characters.
Were there other rules at play?
Sylvia blinked, pushing down her confusion. Figuring this out probably wouldn't happen quickly. She decided to close her phone and set the matter aside for now.
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