Pentakill Glory and the Curse of Chores

The game proceeded remarkably peacefully after she disconnected. Nam Ha-neul wasn't racking up kills like before, but their side still held a clear advantage overall. It felt like an easy win was in the bag.

'D-disconnect from a game like this...?' She'd made up her mind, but her heart still pounded. Sure, if it were total strangers, no big deal—but Che-ri was a streamer, and they'd friended each other. Fans of LoL streamers often added broadcast players, and it usually ended badly. Mostly for picking fights with the streamer or trash-talking trolls.

'...I'll just ignore all requests.' Sweat beading on her forehead, she angled for the perfect moment to bail.

But maybe her focus had limits?

"Huh...?" Her concentration wavered, notifications popping up in-game.

"What the—why'd you do that all of a sudden? What was that just now?"

"S-sorry, I m-misclicked..."

"For real?"

"Sorry..."

Nam Ha-neul debated just DCing right then. But if she did, it'd look like she was sulking over a little scolding—terrifying. ...And her last scraps of pride wouldn't allow it. She puffed her soft cheeks, smacked them, and headed mid.

Once bot lane wrapped, ADC and support should rotate mid for a fight. Enemy ADC Gettlins and support Nunu met them there too. Ha-neul's Osya led kills by a mile, but Gettlins' damage wasn't negligible—pushing hard seemed risky. They just stared each other down.

Then pings flooded mid from ally jungle: Push in! Tooth Tamer Krosen—ally jungler with his toothy pup—burst from the bushes.

"Oh! Dive now! Dive!"

3v2 with Krosen. Che-ri dashed forward, landing her CC. Ha-neul followed, blinking deep with Osya's teleport.

That instant—

Ding! Ding! Danger pings screamed at Ha-neul and Che-ri.

Che-ri's CC hit the enemy ADC—then enemy mid, top, and jungler swarmed from their jungle.

"Huh...?"

"W-we're screwed."

Ally top and mid were too far. No backup—the three had to bail.

The moment they decided to retreat, enemy support Nunu debuffed ally Krosen. All-out focus fire—the jungler melted to ash.

"Holy crap...!"

Che-ri, lacking mobility, fell soon after. Now only Ha-neul remained mid. Even Osya's blink was on cooldown from the entry. No dodging five enemies' onslaught.

Then—not game, but reality—the Status Window flared before her eyes.

Bronze tier mentality. Enemies everywhere? Spam everything. Five foes ignored Osya's reflect, unloading simultaneously.

Ha-neul, powered by the Status Window, hit peak focus—reflecting every skill in a blaze of glory.

Skills bounced back—frontline enemy top and jungler shredded, dead.

Ha-neul checked: blink cooldown up. No hesitation—teleport to enemy ADC and support, unleashing hell.

Only Ha-neul and enemy mid left. Mid fired refreshed skill—

Clang! Osya reflected it again.

"What the—insane!"

Pentakill. Solely wiping the enemy team. Ha-neul stood amid corpses, frozen. In her long gaming life, pentas were rare event-mode flukes.

'That was straight mad movie material...' Osya god-play vibes. Sure, Bronze foes all-in'd at once—but her mechanics shone elite.

"Dude, what are you? God-tier."

As streamer, Che-ri hyped nonstop, praising Ha-neul.

Ha-neul stirred, smiling. "H-heh, t-told you I'm good."

Beaming, hands on hips like no one watched. Today's her—she earned it.

Her superplay snowballed the win. Dragon, Baron secured—team victory loomed. Pushing enemy nexus to end it.

"GG this game. You were cracked earlier."

Che-ri beamed, voice bright. Rank wins felt that good.

But then—

"Uh, w-well... l-lag... g-gone..."

Ha-neul faked lag stutter—then quit. Drunk on her skill high, but mission? Not forgotten.

***

"What the hell!!"

Yang Che-ri slammed her mouse, roaring fury. Near-win ruined by ADC DC. SkyDuo took most kills—her exit flipped the game. Even match becomes stomp at 4v5.

"This fair? Right?!"

Team crushed helplessly. Rage zeroed on Ha-neul.

"What a troll? Stalking us? Viewer?"

Fury peaked instantly.

"You!!"

***

Mission cleared, points and stat boost. Ha-neul bobbed her head, grinning at the flurry of windows.

"Hehe... Carried hard. Insane."

Bliss faded fast. Che-ri's whisper storm hit—miracle loss her fault.

Cursor hovered over chat... but she powered off instead.

'Ch-check tomorrow...'

She shuffled to bed. Not much playtime, but stamina drained quick. Probably Game Prodigy focus spike.

'Talking to people... sucks...' She'd tried voice chat before. But if easy, she wouldn't be this shut-in. Girls especially? Soul-draining.

Staring ceiling, she summoned her Status Window.

Points up, Game-Physical soaring. Smug grin crept on. Then—huh?

'Morbid Obesity down to B?' Was A before. 158cm, 95kg—transformation didn't melt fat.

Even weirder. Game physical and real weight linked how?

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'Oh...' Helpful elaboration. But Intellect 21? Too dense for instant get.

'Good thing anyway!' No overthinker she—nod and done.

Next: spending points.

Prior discounts reset. Stats? Not urgent. Save? Option...

'Save? Nah.' Only crisis: Che-ri backlash. Hoarding helps zilch.

Physical: 61

Above average now—Gold upper ranks easy. LoL-wide? Still meh. But her peak ever.

'Sweet. Tomorrow climb hard... Huh?'

Happy visions—red window intruded.

"......Huh?"

Cold sweat. She flailed at air. Red window lingered, demanding obedience.

"N-nooo...!"

Cleaning! Running! Torture for bed-bound slacker.

Skip? Stat drop penalty brutal.

"......Fine, just today—"

Something inside snapped. Daily cleaning and running?!

"......Negotiate?"

Tears welled—she sat up, holding them back. Lighter movement? Weight loss real.

'...Okay. Let's do it.'

Old her? Whine in bed. But growth thrill hooked her—and

Gaming grind starved it—but now it stirred.

"L-let's... try!"