Chapter 1412
No.1
No one could beat him.
Boring.
Isabella nearly choked. This child!
“That’s amazing! You’re absolutely my brilliant boy!”
She praised him, her fingers itching to pinch his adorable cheeks through the screen.
She decided honesty was best. “It’s true, sweetheart. Mommy did challenge Takashi Yamamoto. I want to make Westchester proud. But this is our secret. You can’t tell anyone.”
The people from Westhaven were notoriously ruthless, especially Takashi. If they discovered her identity, her life would be in danger. She was already entangled in the events from five years ago and Victoria’s vendetta. More trouble was the last thing she needed.
“Yes, Mommy! Oliver and Daddy will keep your secret!” He gave a playful salute through the camera.
A warm, maternal smile spread across Isabella’s face. She was embracing this role more than she’d expected.
Oliver suddenly switched to the rear camera. “Mommy, we’re eating! Have you eaten?”
No.2
The phone panned over the breakfast table, focusing mostly on Nathaniel.
Isabella saw him sitting at the other end. He ate with perfect elegance, knife and fork in hand.
He looked like a scene from a film—devastatingly handsome and composed.
Her heart fluttered wildly at the sight. He was too perfect. She could watch him forever.
Remembering the news from her uncles, she didn’t hold back. “Breakfast looks delicious,” she said, a smile in her voice. “And your Daddy is incredibly handsome.”
Nathaniel’s hand stilled mid-bite at her words, broadcast through the speaker.
Did she just call him handsome?
In all their time together, she had never given him a direct compliment.
For a moment, he doubted his own hearing.
Isabella bit back a laugh at his reaction. Teasing him was far too enjoyable. After a few more words, she heard footsteps descending the stairs.
No.3
Her uncles were coming down!
“Enjoy your breakfast, my darlings,” she said quickly into the phone. “Mommy has to go. I’ll call you later.”
“Okay!” chirped Oliver before ending the call.
At that moment, urgent knocking rattled her door. The voices of her four elderly mentors echoed from the hallway.
“Isabella! Wake up! It’s happening! Get up!”
“Takashi Yamamoto is online! He’s waiting for you!”
Isabella Montgomery rose from her seat and opened the door. “He’s online? Waiting?” she addressed the four elderly men standing at her doorstep.
“Hmph! More than that. They’re being insufferably arrogant! Come to the computer room and see for yourself!” grumbled Uncle Lawrence, grabbing her arm and leading her toward the computer room.
The entire Esports community had erupted into chaos overnight. News had spread like wildfire that someone had challenged Takashi Yamamoto with a staggering billion-dollar wager.
Countless spectators were glued to their screens, eagerly anticipating the upcoming duel.
No.4
Isabella settled into the chair at the computer desk and saw Takashi Yamamoto actively posting on his feed.
Takashi Yamamoto: [You challenged me, but now you’ve gone silent since I came online?]
Takashi Yamamoto: [If you had the courage to issue a challenge, you should have the guts to show up!]
Netizens quickly echoed his sentiments in the comments:
[Hahaha! Maybe this person got so scared they wet themselves?]
[Perhaps it was just an accidental click?]
[Haha! Probably just another attention-seeker trying to buy fame. Now everyone knows this user named Boss.]
[It’s already ten in the morning! They must be terrified!]
[Another loser from Westchester! Pathetic! Absolutely pathetic!]
Someone initiated a wave of derogatory comments, and supporters from Westhaven swiftly joined in, flooding the feed. Gradually, the comment section became dominated by Takashi Yamamoto’s fans mockingly taunting Westchester with sheer arrogance and rudeness.
No.5
A glint of cold determination flashed in Isabella’s eyes as she clicked on the ‘global broadcast’ feature—a premium option costing $1,000 per use. Once activated, every player currently online—whether in-game, team-building, lobbying, or hunting—would see the player’s message.
Instantly, every online user received a notification at the top of their screen.
Boss: [You woke up early just to greet the Boss. I appreciate your enthusiasm.]
What an audacious and savage retort!
The notification remained visible for a full thirty seconds, effortlessly capturing the attention of everyone on their devices.
In the comment section below the post, users erupted with excitement:
[Damn! Boss is online! I love that line!]
[Well said! Fight hard, bro! Bring honor to Westchester!]
[Go, Westchester! Go, Westchester!]
Numerous players voiced their support for Isabella.
No.6
Meanwhile, Takashi Yamamoto and his supporters from Westhaven were fuming. They never expected this challenger to respond with such sheer arrogance.
Takashi Yamamoto also purchased the global broadcast feature and fired back:
[A newbie dares to challenge me? Aren’t you afraid your teeth will fall out? Didn’t you want a duel? Bring it on! I’ll beat you so badly your own mother won’t recognize you!]
Beat her until her mother wouldn’t recognize her? Isabella replied: [Fine, the duel starts now. If I can’t defeat you within one minute, you win.] With that, she sent a duel invitation to Takashi Yamamoto.
Players worldwide fixed their eyes on their screens, watching intently. Even Benjamin Kensington stared at his monitor, reading the notifications with exhilaration as he admired the player known as Boss.
Whether Boss won or lost mattered less; their defiant attitude had already won his respect.
He promptly entered ‘Spectator mode’ to watch the duel unfold.
The mechanics of Eternal Champions involved each player selecting a hero character to engage in combat, with the player whose health bar depleted first losing the match. The game offered a diverse array of character classes: Warrior, Mage, Knight, Healer, and many others.
Upon entering the game, Takashi Yamamoto immediately selected the Assassin class, causing spectators to frown with concern.
The Assassin class was notorious for its ability to eliminate opponents within ten steps; few could survive its lethal strikes. With exceptional agility and speed, a single move could completely drain an enemy’s health bar. It seemed dire for Isabella. How could she possibly win?
No.7
Lawrence leaned close behind Isabella's chair. "Pick the Warrior, Isabella. It's the strongest class!"
His voice grew urgent. "You have to choose it, or the Assassin will eliminate you instantly!"
Isabella remained completely calm. A faint smile touched her lips as she silently selected the Dancer.
The Dancer was a stunning sniper heroine who wielded an ornate crossbow.