The stadium lights blinded me as I walked onto the stage.
Thousands of fans. Screens showing live match stats. Commentators shouting my name.
1 HP Legend.
I took a deep breath. Heartbeat in sync with the crowd's roar.
Beside me: my new squad. Razor, Blaze, and Mili—ready.
Across the lobby, I spotted her. ViperQueen.
The girl who humiliated my scrims, now my fiercest rival.
Her eyes met mine, calm, confident, deadly.
This wasn't just a game. It was a battlefield.
First Drop – Erangel Reimagined
Plane engines roared. The final circle would shrink faster than ever.
Strategy mattered more than aim.
"High loot," I whispered to my team. "North bridge. Then rotate west."
We jumped. Parachutes deployed. Wind cut our ears.
Looting fast, planning faster.
Mili grabbed the AWM. Blaze the M416. Razor, as always, rushing for action.
And me? UMP45 + smoke + brains.
Footsteps. Enemy squad near.
Razor sprinted. Knock.
Two more down.
Circle moving. We rotated carefully.
The ViperQueen Encounter
Final 10. Circle on Sosnovka Hills.
I saw her. Sniper aimed. Calm, deadly.
I whispered to my team:
"1 HP style. Watch and learn."
Smoke. Peek. Rotate.
Grenade through her cover.
Quick spray. Knock.
She rolled, stunned.
"Not bad," her chat message appeared.
Then she pushed.
1v1.
High stakes.
I danced behind rocks. Heart pounding.
Low HP—just like last time.
She tried to flank.
I anticipated.
Spray. Red screen.
"Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!"
Aftermath – Respect Earned
The crowd went wild. Live commentators were shouting my name.
And then, a ping:
"You survived. Twice. Impressive. Next time, I won't let you escape." – ViperQueen
I smiled. The rivalry had begun.
Not enemies, not friends… competitors.
Global Finals wasn't over.
This was just the beginning.