“It's just such a waste, ah ah ah...” Evelyn beat his chest and stomped his feet. “If you hadn't switched roles, you definitely wouldn't have transferred teams either. Then right now, you'd be the starting medic for NSN, and I'd be happy to be your substitute! I'd willingly carry your shoes for you, big bro, ah ah ah...”

Henry Clark let out a snort of laughter.

Evelyn suddenly got curious. “Come on, tell me, why did you do it back then?”

Henry Clark lit another cigarette.

“Because...”

Henry Clark said impatiently, “There was an official announcement at the time. Go look it up yourself.”

Evelyn said anxiously, “Just tell me directly! I joined the scene too late, I don't know a lot of the old stuff.”

Henry Clark said, “The official statement...”

Recalling the past, Henry Clark said slowly, “Because player Evil's understanding of the game and the goals of the medic class had already diverged, continuing would have been torture for both sides, so...”

Evelyn probed, “Wait, let me translate that into plain language. So basically... Evil got so pissed off playing medic that he decided to quit healing and pick up a gun, right?”

Henry Clark said, “You could actually put it even more bluntly.”

Evelyn rephrased, “Screw the medic, I'm done healing.”

Henry Clark nodded.

“Awesome, really awesome.” Evelyn clapped slowly, sincerely admiring, “Honestly, I have this thought every now and then, but I still don't dare to actually do it.”

Henry Clark smiled and continued, “...After thorough and friendly communication between the NSN club FOG division management and player Evil, the club and the player have unanimously decided that, effective immediately, player Evil will switch to the assault role.”

“Since the NSN first team’s assault positions are currently full, regarding player Evil’s future, the club will make further arrangements based on Evil’s personal wishes.”

Henry Clark held his cigarette in his mouth. “That's it.”

While chatting with Henry Clark, Evelyn opened the FOG China League official website, entered Henry Clark's game ID, and searched for the announcement about him from two years ago. He finally found it.

Back then, Henry Clark was a rookie, but already half a star player. The official league announcement about his role switch was very formal, and they even made a special poster.

In the poster, two game characters stood behind Henry Clark. The one standing in the shadows holding a triple six-sided photon shield was Henry Clark's previous medic character, and the one standing under the lamplight holding a submachine gun was Henry Clark's newly created assault character.

Evelyn hesitated, “I mean, I get why you got fed up with playing medic, but at that time you didn't even know if you could reach the top as an assault, and you just switched like that... That’s so reckless... hmm.”

Henry Clark finished for him, “So stupid.”

Henry Clark took another drag of his cigarette. “I really was an idiot back then, but that wasn’t the real reason I switched.”

Evelyn was instantly even more curious. “Then what was the real reason?!”

Henry Clark stubbed out his cigarette. “Not telling you, I’m logging off.” With that, Henry Clark shut down his computer and went to bed.

Henry Clark left just like that, and the fans in Evelyn's stream, who had been enjoying their conversation, immediately exploded. Afraid he might accidentally say something to stir up drama for Henry Clark, Evelyn hurriedly ended the stream.

In the NSN team training room, captain Edward Grant got up to pour some water. Evelyn took off his headphones and casually asked, “Captain, when Mr. Clark was on our team back then, why did he suddenly switch to assault?”

Edward Grant paused, glanced at the person by the window playing on his phone, and said, “Because of him.”

Evelyn was dumbfounded. “Mr. Harris?”

Evelyn thought for a moment. “Wait, that can’t be right. Wasn’t Mr. Harris already in the European league by then? How could he still...”

“It was exactly because they weren’t on the same team anymore.” Edward Grant said calmly. “At that time, our league and the European team had scheduled a scrim. Coincidentally, we played against the new team William Harris had just formed, and Henry Clark was my medic. We played three games and lost all three. For all three games, Henry Clark was targeted the entire time. In the last game... I don’t think Henry Clark managed to get a single resurrection stone after the start of the match.”

Evelyn was horrified. “Isn’t that even worse than me today?!”

“What you went through today is nothing.” Edward Grant said. “Back then, the European team stomped us on our resurrection stones, revived us just to kill us again, over and over, and even deliberately had their medic do the killing. That was him, William Harris.”

“In the last game, we had already voted to surrender the map. We really couldn’t win, and it was pointless to waste time. Only Henry Clark refused to surrender. He stayed alone on the map, died and got up, got up and died again...”

In FOG, when a player’s character is injured, they get wounds and bloodstains. Even if they revive in the same game, the wounds and bloodstains don’t disappear. If you keep getting killed and revived...

Evelyn pictured the scene and asked with difficulty, “How many times... did he die?”

“Thirty-four times.” Edward Grant looked at William Harris, who was still playing on his phone. “Right?”

Evelyn couldn’t believe it. “Thirty-four times?!!!”

William Harris was still looking at his phone, but responded with a grunt.

In that game back then, Henry Clark's character was covered in wounds, half his face soaked in blood, completely unrecognizable.

Evelyn said with difficulty, “...He’d just been sold out by you, Mr. Harris. In a hot-blooded manga, you’d be the villain.”