Max Mazanov stares at the empty inbox once more. For what feels like the millionth time, he relives the moment he won Champions LA in 2023. Tears stream down his cheeks in nostalgic melancholy as he scrolls through the promotional videos, posts, and celebrations. His former rivals, teammates, and fellow competitors all being among those who got signed to tier 1 teams while he wallows in a cycle of trials and constant ranked sessions. He's tried--he would say everything--to land himself a spot to retrieve a smidge of the former glory he earned for himself in 2023.
NRG was a shithole, he regrets that time period. LEV wasn't much better, it was awkward to see the Aspas mural in the practice room every afternoon. DRG was cool, but it was... interesting to sit there while Nicc called him "Alibaba Ilya" during scrims.
Just as he loses all hope, a raging star ignites itself from beyond the veil of reality as a notification pops up in his twitter private message feed.
It was from a user called "ag master". Weird, but he's received messages from more slithery individuals before.
Then, he read the message that would change everything.
天要唤侬，孤苦人啊
The star rages harder, something within compelling him to stare at those words. A familiar feeling rings through him--not drive, hope, or excitement, but something else entirely.
He stood up on his desk, knowing what had to be done.
侬好，欢迎到 AG 来
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