Godsrealm Games [VRMMO LitRPG // Books 1-2 COMPLETE!] Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Bow God Zephyr

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Avalon’s headquarters had always been a little too much. Too much glass, too much black marble, too many framed magazine covers along the hallway, reminding everyone of what we had built. Jack had always liked ‘too much’. Still, it was undeniable that we more than deserved it. The three world championship titles were proof of that. Five teenagers had taken a brand-new esport by the throat, and refused to let go. That was Team Avalon: the biggest legend in Valhalla. I sat at the head of the table, in the captain’s seat, although by then the chair didn’t feel like mine anymore. Jack sat opposite me, wearing the polished smile that made sponsors believe he was the charming Jack “Ryder” Goldmane, the stalwart lancer, the Spearmaster, the golden boy of the scene. The public loved him. I, on the other hand, didn’t do interviews unless someone dragged me into them. I didn’t go on shows. I didn’t shake hands with executives and laugh at jokes that weren’t funny. My value had always been simple: I won. I wonder when that stopped being enough, I thought. Ace stood behind my chair, arms crossed, not bothering to hide the disgust on his face. I was glad he was here, even if I didn’t want it at first. He was not just the team’s Knight, an unbreakable wall on the battlefield, and the man they called ‘God of War’ for his splendid control and tactics. He was my friend. The first one I had ever since the accident. Jack placed a folder on the table and pushed it toward me. “You should read it before we move on,” he said. I didn’t touch it. “We were supposed to review scrim footage today,” I said instead. “We’ve reviewed enough footage, Sebastian.” The walls were covered with screens, showing different VODs. The reverse sweep against Le Battailon, the five-second team wipe against Northern Wolves, my arrow through three players on Bastion Bridge; the clip that had hit a hundred million views and made half the player base switch to Ranger for a month. Those weren’t the videos I wanted to show Jack. Or Ryder, as he’s been referring to himself via his alias for quite some time now. Him diving too deep, Killian chasing kills instead of objectives, Jessica using her summons trying to get ‘play-of-the-matches’ instead of using them where we needed pressure. I wanted to show him the three of them making individual decisions instead of following calls, getting punished for them. Of course, I already did, more than once, but apparently, they came to the wrong conclusion. “You’re making this team weaker,” Ryder told me. Ace let out a laugh. “That’s rich.” Ryder didn’t even look at him. “You can glare all you want, Ace, but the numbers are clear. Our public engagement is down. Sponsors are looking for more than just clean plays. We’re still on top, but the scene is changing, and if Avalon doesn’t change with it, we’ll become a museum exhibit.” “We’re declining,” I said, “because you, Killian and Jessica had stopped listening to calls.” “No,” Ryder replied. “We’re declining because you’re still acting like today’s Valhalla is the same five-stack ladder climb as it was in Season One.” I knew arguing was pointless. Ryder didn’t want to improve. He just wanted to get rid of me. “You’re a brilliant player, Seb,” he continued. “Nobody is taking that from you.” “You’re literally trying to take the team from him,” Ace said. Ryder scoffed. “Take it from him? The team was built on my family’s funding.” “The team was built on Seb being Bow God Zephyr.” I’ve always been modest, but it was true. Ever since I was fifteen, ever since Aunt June bought me the VR helmet after my parents’ death, I kept doing what I did best. Shooting at targets, and hitting them. Ryder tapped the folder with two fingers. “I own the majority now,” he said. “There’s nothing you can do.” I had known this was coming for a couple of days now. I had seen the paperwork moving, the private conversations, the sponsors shifting. I might have been the captain, but I had never been the face, and in a bu