Uriel_Love

In the neon-lit world of Chinese esports, victory is king, but sometimes, it’s love that pulls the trigger.

Shen Wanqing is a rising PUBG streamer with nothing but talent and dreams. Lu Zeyan is the cold, calculating heir to a billion-dollar tech empire and the secret identity behind “Reign,” China’s most feared professional PUBG sniper. When Wanqing defeats Reign in a viral match with a legendary headshot, she doesn’t just win the crowd. She captures the attention of the man behind the mask.

Their paths cross again when Zeyan's company sponsors a national-level esports competition, and he recruits Wanqing into his elite training team, unaware that the girl he’s recruiting is the same one who humiliated his alter ego. What begins as a tactical partnership soon spirals into a clash of hearts.

But love on the battlefield comes with no easy wins:

Shen Wanqing must fight societal bias, toxic fan culture, and hidden sabotage within the team.

Zeyan must break free from his cold-blooded upbringing and challenge his family's dynastic plans.

Together, they’ll uncover the corruption threatening the esports world and rewrite the rules of both love and the game.

From steamy late-night training sessions to televised tournaments, jealous rivals, family drama, and heartbreaking choices. This is a love story built on bullets, betrayal, and undeniable chemistry.

Crosshairs of the Heart

A blueprint of the upcoming underground invitational tournament glowed on the central screen.

"We let them come to us," Reign said, pointing at Match 3 of the lower bracket. "That's where Team Nova_Blue will drop in. That's where CHIMERA will be."

Wanqing leaned over the digital display. "And we'll be in that lobby too. Anonymous. Off-record. Ghost entries."

Mayhem arched a brow. "So you're going to play against a neural AI using your own moves… pretending not to be yourselves?"

Young Reign sat in a net café, outwitted by a stranger with perfect movement.

He raged in the chat. The stranger replied only with:

That was the day he learned: perfection can be predicted, but pain fuels evolution.

It was a private stream. No official tournament. No casters.

Just six anonymous teams… and one rigged account running Ji Corp's ghost AI.

Username: Nova_Blue#013Skin: Default. No emotes.Stats: 97% accuracy in kill logs. No deaths in recorded games.

Wanqing played under Q13_Shadow.Reign used the old ID he abandoned years ago: Sp1DrV2.

It moved like them.

Reign flanked high ground. Wanqing took low.

Two of their backup teammates dropped in seconds.

"He's rotating counterclockwise, two steps ahead of my callout," Reign muttered."It's not reacting, it's remembering us."

Wanqing called a risky push. Smoke. Flash. Silence.

"CHIMERA-A01 knocked out by Q13_Shadow."

But instead of the killcam, the system glitched.

Then the avatar stood back up.

Ji Corp Server – 3 Floors Below Beijing

"Resurrection override active," a technician said nervously.

Madam Ji didn't blink. "Let it adapt. Give it unlimited respawn just once. Let's see what their 'instincts' are worth."

The ghost wasn't just playing to win.

Back in the Game – The Trap Tightens

Reign and Wanqing knew what they had to do.

"Time to end this on our terms," she whispered.

They led CHIMERA into an abandoned ruin zone, the Training Map 7 remake where Wanqing first learned to snipe, where Reign used to run drills with her at midnight.

Everything there was theirs.

Reign double-bounced a frag behind cover while Wanqing fired blind into the dust, their own custom move they'd never shown anyone.

"Nova_Blue#013 eliminated."

Thousands had been secretly watching the match through Mayhem's backdoor.

The moment CHIMERA died, the player profile glitched and for half a second, lines of backend code leaked into the spectator feed:

Source: JiCorp_AICore/PlayerClone/chimera-reign_wanqing.hybrid_alphaMode: Adaptive ExtractionStatus: Replaced

The truth was now public.

Final Scene – Aftermath in the Quiet

After the stream went dark, Reign and Wanqing sat in the locker room, drenched in adrenaline.

She looked over at him. "We beat it."

She smiled, tired. "Still think instincts matter?"

Reign leaned closer, brushing a loose hair behind her ear.

Chapter 18 – Ghost in the Lobby