Chapter 36 Facing Winston Again
Jean scratched her head, a little frustrated.
Time
for another match.
She queued up for ranked–and finally-
Deadmark’s name popped up on the enemy team.
For the first time in a while, her heart actually raced.
Winston, you little punk. Gotcha
At the same time, news that Wingflare and Deadmark had matched again exploded across the server.
Even players who weren’t online started logging in just to watch
The League of Legends forums were instantly flooded.
“Wingflare vs. Deadmark–round two. Who remembers the bet?”
“Wait, was that bet really made by Wingflare himself?”
Finished
“Looks like it. The account was made the same day as his first ranked match. No bragging, just said his piece and dipped”
“This is gonna be huge.”
“Why e
“Why even bet? Wingflare’s doomed.”
“Wingflare bet his dignity and still thinks he can take Deadmark? Know your limits, man.”
“Deadmark’s a saint for humoring that sore loser’s nonsense.”
“Y’all talk a big game, but you’ll be the first in line to watch the stream”
“Damn right I’ll watch ‘I wanna see Wingflare get wiped.”
The match hadn’t even started yet when Jean typed in all–chat:
“Deadmark, remember the bet we made last time?”
Deadmark didn’t reply.
Other players filled the chat before the match even loaded.
“Wait, the bet’s real?”
די
“I thought someone faked that forum post.”
“Now I’m stressed. Don’t drag us into your drama
“No way this is actually happening.”
“If we lose, you two better not blame us randoms”
“Don’t put that pressure on us, bro. We just queued up like normal people.”
Jean didn’t say anything else. Deadmark stayed silent too.
But right before the match began, he finally responded with a simple:
Chapter 36 Facing Winston Again
Jean was locked in.
This match mattered.
Finished
Not just to settle the score from their last crushing loss, but to win the bet–and make Winston do whatever she asked.
Still League was a team game. She couldn’t win this alone. Last time, Winston had camped her with constant ganks, and she’d lost hard.
So this time, she needed her team
She typed. “This game really matters to me. I’m not asking much–just follow my calls and back me up if I get targeted”
To her surprise, her teammates were super chill. They agreed right away.
Jean loaded into mid lane. And there he was–Winston, waiting across the river.
Alright, let’s see what you’re trying to pull this time.
But instead of calling for early ganks or hard pressure like last time. Winston just played the lane calmly, trading blows as if it were a standard lvl.
What’s he up to
Just as she was wondering-
He suddenly lunged unloading a full combo.
Luckily, Jean had been alert. Her reactions kicked in, dodging everything with razor–sharp precision.
The livestream chat exploded.
“That was awesome”
“Now this is a real fight.”
“Wingflare’s movement is so clean–dodged every skill
“Their reactions are insane
- ne. I could never pull that off. Youth is wasted on the young
This won’t be a stomp like last time. It’s actually close.
Jean exhaled slowly.
That was close. If she’d slipped for even a second, Winston would’ve landed the kill and taken First Blood,
That would’ve been really embarrassing.
Bir Winston wasn’t giving up that easily
He pressed in again, each trade sharp and calculated—aiming to break her down and humiliate her in lane.
Jean clenched her jaw. Her pride flared
She wasn’t leting that happen.
Winston charged at her, reckless and aggressive Jean fought back with everything she had.
Both their health bars dropped rapidly, down to nothing.
were needed. One basic attack could kill either of them.
Chapter 36 Facing Winston, Again
It was anyone’s game now.
Then–suddenly–Winston shifted his position, striking from a sharp angle, like a blade out of nowhere.
It was perfect. Clean. Inescapable.
Jean knew it the moment he moved.
I’m dead.
But she wasn’t going down alone.
At the last second, she cast a control spell and yanked Winston into her turret.
The tower auto–locked onto him instantly.
His attack hit her–but the tower’s counterattack hit him at the same time.
Both of them fell.
A clean trade. One for one,
The stream chat blew up.
“That was awesome.”
“Insane. What a fight”
“That was pure eye candy. Can these two get any sweatier?”
“That was incredible. It’s been ages since I’ve seen a match this good.”
Finished
“Anyone who said Wingflare was trash–apologize right now, I told you he was the real deal. He just got camped last time.”
“This is what Wingflare can do when he’s left alone. Cloud–chasers need to shut it.”
“It’s only the first few minutes. Can we stop hyping him already?”
“Deadmark fans are so snobby. Chill. They’re both amazing.”
“Seriously, they’re both cracked. Can the fanbases stop fighting for once?”
“Petition to mute the entire chat. The match is amazing, the fans are unbearable.”
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