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The Family 16

Chapter 16 From Nobody to Nobody Saw It Coming

Jean’s teammates started cracking up one after another.

+8 Pearls

“Where does this guy get that level of confidence?”

“That was pure cringe. Do us all a favor and just log out…”

“Typical newbie energy. All bark, no game.

“You’re killing meYou learned what carry means and now you’re using it like a pro? Do you even know what that word. means?”

“If you actually carry this game, I’ll snap my own neck.”

None of them took her seriously. They just thought she was being dramatic and delusional. One even hopped over to Reddit to post:

Got matched with a Bronze at literal zero points today. You won’t believe what happened.

“Let me guess, threw the whole game?”

“Zero–point Bronze still queueing ranked? That’s wild.”

“Okay now I’m invested. What happened next?”

“The game hadn’t even started yet, and a bunch of us were already trying to get that Bronze to bow out. Not only did he stayhe hit us with this- 

“What did he say?”

“Man, why are you dragging this our like a cliffhanger? Now I really wanna know.”

Spit it out already!”

“He said he was gonna carry

“Wait, what?”

“Is that pure delusion or just brain damage?”

I vote both”

“Seriously, are all newbies this clueless now?”

“Original poster, you’re down bad. I’m mourning for you”

“Drop the username. I gotta see this mess.”

For real I need to witness how this guy tanks the whole game

“Go ahead come watch. I’ve already accepted that this match is a lost cause. Might as well treat it like entertainment.”

In League of Legends, you didn’t just play–you could also hop in to watch other players‘ matches live.

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All you needed was their ID and you could spectate their game as it happened.

was over, spectators uld send “power–ups” to players who impressed them. The more power–ups a player got, onus points the

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Chapter 16 From Nobody to Nobody Saw It Coming

“I’m picking mage. Going mid,” she typed casually into the team chat.

Her teammates jumped on her immediately-

“Mid lane’s too important for someone like you!”

“Just go play support and stop dreaming.”

“You? Mid? Are you for real?”

swear, can you stop freelancing the game?”

+8 Pearls

Jean didn’t bother responding to the team’s whining. She went ahead and locked in a mid–lane mage without hesitation.

Wait… you’re actually doing it!

“Can I still quit the match now?

Too late. You force–quit, you get flagged by the system.”

“Whatever. It’s just one game. I’ll survive.”

Jean didn’t check the chat again. She didn’t type anything else either. She just waited quietly while the game loaded.

At the same time, the livestream room started to flood with players who had seen the Reddit thread.

“That Bronze with zero points really picked a mage for mid lane

“Mid’s all about awareness and mechanics. This game’s toast. She’s gonna get

wrecked.”

“Clicked in by accident. Knock on wood. Please don’t match me with this kind of newbie.”

“Seriously, why isn’t she grinding bot matches first? Jumping straight into ranked is how games get destroyed.

As soon

as the match started, Jean took control of her hero and made a beeline for mid.

Before getting thrown into this book–world mess, Jean had spent a lot of time on League of Legends.

The game wasn’t just a game to her. It meant something.

Her last life hadn’t been kind.

She came into the world unwanted, and spent her early years like a stray–surviving, but never really living.

Then came League of Legends. She got good. Good enough to play for others, to make real money as carry–for–hire. That was how she camed her first serious cash.

The path to financial freedom had been brutal, but Jean would do anything to make it–anything that didn’t break the law. She never touched blood money, but she worked hard enough to scrape together every cent she could.

pped back to the present, Jean focused on the screen. Her hands moved fast and fluidly.

In one dean moment, she dodged everything the enemy threw at her. A sharp sidestepbaited moveand just like that–she turned the tables and took them down in a perfect reverse kill.

Chapter 16 From Nobody to Nobody Saw it Coming

“No way. That had to be luck. Total fluke play”

In the in–game chat, her teammates were firing off messages like crazy.

+B Pearl

None of them had been watching mid. They were all focused on their own lanes, so they completely missed how Jean, a zero- point Bronze, had just pulled off a clean solo kill

Meanwhile, the stream chat for the match was exploding.

Viewership was spiking fast, and the screen filled with flying messages.

“That Bronze mid solo killed–and it was

was a reverse kill tool 

“Wow!”

tually sick!”

“That was actually sick!”

“What just happened? Was that a lucky play?

“No chance. I rewatched it carefully. That wasn’t luck–it was calculated. His movement was tight and aggressive. He totally outplayed the other guy. No way that came from a beginner.

“Right? He was low on health too, but he stepped forward just to bait the enemy. The moment the other guy took the bait, he got outmaneuvered and reverse killed. It was clean.”

“Gotta be a smurf account,

right?”

“Doubt it. Most of the big names are playing live right now. Who’s got time to mess around on a smurf account?”

Plus, his playstyle’s different. It doesn’t feel like the usual top–tier guys.”

“So if he’s not a smurf, who is he? Don’t tell me some prodigy just popped out of nowhere. No way a total newbie plays like 

that

“I don’t know either. He goes by Wingflare. Anyone heard of that tag before?”

“Nope. First time I’ve seen the name.” 

“Well, looks like Server One just got a new rising star

Jean read the enemy’s play like a book. Before they could even act, she called for backup in team chat, jumped in first, and kicked off the fight. Her teammates followed right behind–together, they steamrolled the enemy team in full wipeout Before the other side could respawn, Jean led the charge straight through their base.

GameOver

The victory screen popped up, and her to

He actually woul

They barely lifted a finger

teammates just stared at itstunned.

just stuck in their own lanes, not expecting mid to be blowing up the scoreboard.

Bronze newbie has cked up kill after kill, went full god mode, cleared mid, and wiped out every threat on

All they had to do was follow her lead. She called the shots, they tagged along, and somehow they walked away with a win. They’d just been hard–earned by a brand new player,

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Chapter 16 From Nobody to Nobody Saw It Coming

As soon as the match ended, one of Jean’s teammates jumped into chat, practically tripping over themselves to ask.

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The Family

The Family

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The Family

Summary & Review: The Family

Jean Ginger was dead. A self-made woman who achieved financial freedom before thirty, her life was cut short in a tragic car accident. But instead of fading away, Jean woke up in an unfamiliar, overly frilly bedroom surrounded by stuffed toys. Her head throbbed as strange memories began flooding her mind — memories that weren’t hers. Within moments, Jean realized the unbelievable truth: she had transmigrated into the world of a book she once mockingly read online, The Real Heiress Awakens.

The story she remembered was an outrageously dramatic one about a poor girl named Sarah who discovered she was actually the real daughter of a wealthy family, the Gingers of Blairford. In her first life, Sarah had suffered greatly — betrayed, humiliated, and married to the wrong man. But after being reborn, she vowed to take back everything that had been stolen from her. She returned to the Gingers, exposed the impostor who had been living her life, and won over her powerful birth family and their love. Not only that, she even stole back her impostor’s fiancé — the male lead of the story.

It was a total wish-fulfillment fantasy: revenge, romance, and the triumphant rise of the “real” heiress. But for Jean, it was a nightmare — because she had been reborn as the fake heiress who loses everything by the end of the novel. Even worse, this character’s name was also Jean Ginger.

Still dazed, Jean checked herself in the mirror and nearly screamed. She wasn’t just the doomed heiress — she was thirteen years old. Her tall, elegant body was gone, replaced with short, chubby limbs and a round, childish face. On the bright side, she was years away from the events that would destroy her life. The real heiress hadn’t shown up yet.

Just as she was processing her situation, her phone pinged. It was a bank notification — $70,000 had just been deposited into her account. Jean blinked, counting the zeros again and again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Seventy thousand dollars. For a monthly allowance.

Her pain, confusion, and panic melted away in an instant. In her past life, she had worked herself to exhaustion for every dollar. Now she was rich — effortlessly. She didn’t have to hustle, fight, or struggle. The only thing she had to do was exist.

“Fake heiress?” she thought with a shrug. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

Jean quickly decided she wasn’t going to challenge the real heroine or get involved in any melodramatic family battles. She knew how the story would end — the Ginger family would fall into chaos, her brothers would lose their minds, and Sarah would rise as the hero who brought them down. There was no point trying to change fate. Instead, Jean made up her mind: she would relax, play the role of a harmless background character, and enjoy her wealthy lifestyle until the plot killed off the Gingers. By that time, she’d be long gone — comfortably rich, maybe even checked into a luxury psychiatric ward if that’s what it took to survive.

But peace never lasts.

Outside her room, she heard a maid calling her name, saying that dinner was ready but she hadn’t responded. Then another voice answered — calm, deep, and commanding. It belonged to Dominic Ginger, the eldest brother of the Ginger family. The moment he entered, Jean instinctively grabbed a plush bunny and held it to her chest like a shield.

Dominic was everything his reputation promised — tall, cold, and intimidating, with sharp features that could have been carved from marble. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that looked more appropriate for a business meeting than a family dinner.

Jean’s eyes darted up at him. Even though she was technically his little sister now, he looked like a completely different species. She knew from the novel that Dominic was the strict, emotionless type — a perfectionist who treated family like subordinates. He was one of the five Ginger brothers who would later become antagonists in the story, each powerful and broken in their own way.

Still, Jean decided to play innocent. She widened her eyes, her pigtails bouncing, her cheeks pink, and clutched her bunny tighter. She looked like a lost doll — the perfect image of a fragile, harmless child.

Dominic’s icy voice broke the silence. “Dinner. Now.”

Jean blinked. He talks? she thought, startled. In the original story, Dominic barely spoke unless necessary. Her inner monologue continued, mocking his stiffness — but before she could stop herself, something strange happened.

Dominic’s gaze sharpened, and he responded quietly, as if answering an invisible question. “I just got back from work.”

Jean froze. She hadn’t said anything out loud. That meant — he could hear her thoughts.

Panic hit her like a truck. She quickly forced a nervous laugh and said aloud, “Oh, okay…” trying to cover her shock. But inside, her mind was spinning. What kind of weird twist was this? Was Dominic telepathic now? This wasn’t in the book!

Dominic, meanwhile, looked just as confused. His jaw tightened as he studied the small girl in front of him. He was sure he’d heard her voice in his head — clear, childish, and slightly sarcastic — but her lips hadn’t moved. It made no sense.

The tension between them filled the air. Jean tried to smile sweetly, pretending to be the clueless little sister, while her inner voice screamed at herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to let her thoughts run wild if her cold, powerful brother could actually hear them.

Still, beneath the fear, another thought flickered in her mind — maybe this was her chance. If Dominic could hear her thoughts, maybe she could use it to her advantage. After all, she knew the future of every character in this story. And she wasn’t going to end up in a psych ward this time.

Not if she played her cards right.

For now, though, Jean did what any smart person would do when facing a dangerously perceptive older brother who might read minds: she smiled, hugged her bunny tighter, and quietly followed him to dinner — already scheming about how to survive in this ridiculous new world where fiction had become her reality.

Because if there was one thing Jean Ginger was good at, it was surviving — and making money while doing it.

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