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The Family 17

Chapter 17 One Game, One Legend

The rest followed right after

“No way you’re a real newbie. Whose main are you? That was unreal.

“I totally misjudged you earlier. You’re a legit god. I take back everything

“Can I add you? That match felt so smooth with you leading. Let’s duo sometime.”

“Didn’t you say if Wingflare carried, you’d twist your head off?”

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Yeah… about that. Please pretend I never said that. I’m a full–on Wingflare stan now. Can we not talk about the head thing?

Jean took one glance at the flood of messages and calmly typed

“No smurf. Just this one account.

And with that, she logged off.

At that point, the livestream had rocketed up the rankings for its time slot. It wasn’t quite pulling pro–level numbers, but it was definitely blowing up with hype.

“It’s already over? That didn’t feel long enough.”

“Is Wingflare still playing? I need more of his ranked matches. That was pure eye candy

“Dude. He’s way too cool. I’m obsessed.”

“He plays like a pro–honestly better than a lot of them. Who is this guy?”

“Big–brain reads, flawless moves, and pure style. He might actually rival Deadmark.”

“Someone please drop intel on Wingflare. I’m desperate to send a friend request.”

“Ne joke, I watched that whole match basically on my knees. Unreal

At the same time, Reddit’s front page was almost completely taken over. Nearly every trending post was about one name Wingflare.

“A literal star just landed on Server One.

“Bronze rank with pro–level gameplay. This guy’s insane.

“Wingflare, if you’re out there reading this–reply. I’m your fan now, no joke

“Whoever that was just dropped into low ranks and absolutely dominated. It was like watching a shark in a kiddie pool”

“Hey, where’s that original poster from earlier? What’s it like getting carried by the Bronze you were trash–talking?”

Help I thought Deadmark was my one and only, but Wingflare just stole my heart. The skills, the swagger–everything:

I was in that match He said that’s his only account. No smurting

“Wait really? Ite’s just a random new player with cracked mechanics?”

“Wingflare has such a distinct playstyle. Definitely doesn’t feel like a typical pro’s alt. Nobody even knows if he’s a guy or a

Has to be a guy. No way a girl plays like that”

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Chapter 17 One Game, One Legend,

Her rank had jumped straight from Bronze to Gold in a single leap.

The system only gave her a little over a hundred for the win.

The rest? All from spectator power–ups.

That much? Seriously?

Jean’s brows drew together.

Were there really that many people watching that match?

Apparently so–way more than she expected.

What she didn’t know yet was that she had already gone viral on League of Legends Reddit. She was the new name on everyone’s lips.

After glancing at her stats, she logged out.

le day into gaming.

It wasn’t a weekend. She couldn’t afford to sink her whole day into gaming.

At the rate she was going, she’d hit high rank soon.

And once she did, there was a good chance she’d get matched with Winston.

That was her goal.

To challenge Winston.

Because in the end, everything she did came down to one mission, which was to bring Winston home willingly.

Meanwhile, Winston had just logged out. Rylan, who finished his game too, picked up his phone and opened League of Legends Reddit to do some casual scrolling.

They were hanging out at Rylan’s apartment.

Whenever they felt like gaming together, this was their go–to spot.

The apartment was huge, the setup was perfect, and they even had staff around to help out.

“Reddit’s going wild about some star player showing up in Server One?” Rylan saidscrolling fast. “Another ‘next Deadmark? Come on. These guys hype anyone with decent mechanics. Give it a rest. Not every rookie needs to be the second coming.”

He shook his head, smirking little.

Then his expression froze.

Something on the screen caught his eye.

He paused, staring at a post

It was a thread filled with GIFs of Wingflare’s plays from that last match–clean edits of every highlight.

tylan’s eyes narrowed. The surprise hit fast.

“Winston This guy’s legit. You need to see this. He shoved the phone in Winston’s direction, eyes gleaming with excitement. is the first time. someone’s mechanics actually caught my eye”

“These plays are gorgeous. No wonder people are calling him the next Deadmark. For real–besides you, this citement.

Winston said nothing. He sat quietly, his lips drawn in a flat line, eyes lazily sliding over the animated clips on Rylan’s phone.

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His gaze stopped.

He stared at the screen for a moment longer than usual. Something in his eyes sharpened, just slightly

This one might actually be worth watching

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Like always, Jean showed up early at Stellarford Academy.

Sofia, who sat behind her, leaned in as soon as Jean dropped into her seat, voice low and filled with curiosity.

“Jean, rumor is we’ve got a transfer student today.”

“Yeah?” Jean didn’t have much of a reaction. Honestly, she was more impressed with how on–point Sofia’s gossip radar always

was.

This girl hears everything.

“Where’d you get that info?” 

“I ran into the dean this morning. She said so herself. Sofia said, dead serious

Right then, their stand–in homeroom teacher walked in. The sharp clack of her heels echoed through the room as she made her way to the front. She cleared her throat, then gave the class a well–rehearsed smile.

“Alright, Class 3. Today you’ll be meeting a new student. We’re about to have one more person joining our little classroom family

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, the entire classroom exploded with chatter.

“A new kid: No way!

“A transfer student? Getting into Stellarford halfway through? They’ve gotta be next–level…”

Transfers at Stellarford Academy were basically unheard of. Anyone who qualified usually started here from the very beginning.

The school had crazy–high standards, so if someone transferred in now, they were absolutely handpicked by the principal, Hope they’re not another walking headache 

“Haha, fingers crossed it’s someone fun this time. Just please–not another attention–seeking nightmare.”

“Alright everyone, settle down.” The homeroom teacher clapped her hands, motioning for the class to quiet. Then she turned toward the door and called out, “You can come in

now

a lifted her gaze, staring at the entrance along with the rest of the room

ariosny was thick in the air, it hat u

up every single face.

A tall, lean by walked in, his steps calm and deliberate.

felt

He frit like a breeze–cool and composed, sweeping right into the heart of the classroom

hed the center of the

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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