Chapter 909

No.1

Oliver suddenly switched to the rear camera. “Mommy, we’re eating! Have you eaten?”

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.

No.2

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.

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.

No.3

Countless spectators were glued to their screens, eagerly anticipating the upcoming duel.

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!]

No.4

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.

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!]

No.5

Numerous players voiced their support for Isabella.

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.

No.6

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?

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.

Her choice sent a wave of confusion through everyone watching.

[Is the Boss joking? She picked the Dancer to fight an Assassin?]

[The Dancer is powerful, but far too fragile! The Assassin will cut her down in mere seconds!]

[Dancers need a full team for protection! Warriors and Nurses! How can she duel an Assassin alone with that class?]

[Boss, please change your character! For Westchester's honor! For your one hundred million! Switch now!]

No.7

Lawrence grabbed her arm, his grip tight with panic. "Isabella, have you lost your mind? Change it! Right now! The Dancer can't win a duel against an Assassin! They're support characters! Backline damage! There's no one to protect you here… You'll be slaughtered!"

"We'll see who does the slaughtering," Isabella replied, her smile unwavering.

The game began. The screen displayed a vast, wild martial arts arena. Character selection was now locked.

A helpless Lawrence sank into the chair behind her, running a hand over his face in dismay. Anxiety radiated from him.