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Chapter 8 - Ghost Net

You don't forgive betrayal.

You outlive it.

And if you're Blanco,

you outfrag it until no one forgets why you left.

The queue loaded.

Blanco locked in.

Map: Rustline.

Solo queue, as always.

But then he saw the names.

Old ones.

Unblocked for years.

Now back in his face.

ALPHA

RUIN

MIRKO

GRINCH

WALL3D

Five players.

Former teammates.

The same ones that cut him, slandered him, leaked his VODs, and left him out of the roster vote.

They were all on the enemy team.

[System Triggered: Karma Match Detected]

Past allies. Confirmed betrayal.

Internal integrity test: Active

"This match will rewrite your legacy or seal their version."

No time to think.

Match start.

Round 1

Pistol.

Rustline B site.

Blanco bought armor.

Held stairs — off-angle.

RUIN peeked early, overconfident.

Dead instantly.

No callout came.

The others still rushed.

Blanco rotated late.

Clean 2-tap on GRINCH

One mid-air flick on MIRKO

Triple kill.

Round win.

No comms.

Just spacing.

They typed in all chat:

ALPHA: "ain't no way this mute mf still plays"

WALL3D: "ghost back from the dead?"

Round 2

Blanco upgraded to a rifle.

Held mid.

Peeked late, not for info — for blood.

He read the timing off the way MIRKO used to shift between windows.

Predicted the fake flash.

Pre-aimed the counter-angle.

Click. Headshot.

This wasn't ranked anymore.

It was a war crime in slow motion.

[System Activated: Familiar Pattern Exploit]

• Enemies still rely on their old calls

• Their trust in each other becomes weakness

"They betrayed the wrong player. Now you read them like chat logs."

Round 4

The team tried to run defaults.

Blanco didn't wait.

He pushed — something he rarely did.

Snuck behind RUIN in spawn.

Knifed him clean.

Took his weapon.

Used it to spray two on retake.

Left it on the ground at round end.

Disrespect.

All chat lit up again:

WALL3D: "yo he's hunting us. this is personal."

ALPHA: "shoulda kicked him sooner fr"

MIRKO: "i told y'all not to let this match through…"

Score: 6–1

Blanco: 17 kills.

They started adapting.

Stacked him with double flashes.

Peeked in pairs.

Even used his old angles against him.

Didn't matter.

He'd evolved.

They hadn't.

Round 9

Blanco walked A ramp.

Slow.

No util.

No sound.

Held cross.

Waited 9 seconds.

ALPHA peeked with a jiggle —

too early.

Click.

Headshot.

No reaction.

No flick.

Blanco didn't flinch after the kill.

Just turned.

Cleared triple.

1v2.

Clutch secured.

[System Passive: Cold Confirmation – Level II]

• Enemies now question each other's skill

• Leadership on their team breaks down

"Revenge doesn't come with fire. It comes with control."

Halftime: 9–3

They tried to trash talk.

ALPHA: "Yo say something then. You quiet now like you were in team scrims?"

Still no reply.

But the whole lobby knew what was happening.

Second Half

They rushed B.

Full send.

Blanco solo-held.

Tap.

Tap.

One flick.

RUIN died first — again.

MIRKO died holding knife out.

WALL3D made it to site.

Didn't plant.

Panic.

Blanco 180'd, body-shotted him through smoke.

Clipworthy?

Sure.

But Blanco didn't clip it.

This match wasn't for content.

It was for closure.

Round 15

Blanco dropped mid.

Pulled out deagle.

No armor.

He wanted to feel it.

Peeked top mid.

Hit GRINCH with a one-tap that made the server pause.

No one moved.

One of Blanco's teammates typed:

"yo did y'all see that?"

No one answered.

Because everyone was watching.

Match Point

Blanco: 37–5

Enemy team: silent

Final push.

Blanco walked through mid smoke.

Held fire.

Listened.

He could still hear ALPHA's footsteps from back in the day.

They hadn't changed.

Peek.

Drop.

Headshot.

Site cleared.

Game over.

No celebration.

Just the exit screen.

[System Trigger: Legacy Rewrite Complete]

Betrayal avenged.

Narrative realigned.

Unlock: Dead Name Suppression

• Any use of your old name now redirects to system alias: BLANCO

• Match replay flagged as Myth Calibration

• Enemy team cohesion permanently decreased when matched with each other

He didn't report them.

Didn't message.

He just logged out.

Back into silence.

Back into queue.

But Ciscord was already buzzing:

"Blanco just wiped his old team 16–3."

"He didn't stream it. Somebody else leaked the VOD."

"No mic, no mercy. That's how you bury lies."

In a DM request, MIRKO wrote:

"yo… respect. we were wrong."

Blanco didn't reply.

He just clicked block,

then queued again.

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