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Chris Foster, the popular captain of the Youmeng Pro League, retired at the height of his glory and began a wonderful post-retirement life.

On the day the server opened, his hungry fans finally got to see their Captain Foster start streaming, showering him with gifts.

Chris Foster played along with a random draw and got the task "Pretend to be a newbie."

With everyone watching, he walked up to a player.

Chris Foster: "Boss, it's my first time playing. Can you carry me?"

Ethan Grant glanced at him: "Are you over ten years old?"

Chris Foster: "Yes."

Ethan Grant: "Alright, Daddy will carry you."

Fans watching the livestream: Hah, let's see who ends up carrying whom!

Ten minutes later, Captain Foster and the fans all watched as he single-handedly pinned the dungeon boss to the ground.

Chris Foster raised an eyebrow: Oh wow.

Fans: ...Daddy!

Chapter 01

"...The Youmeng Pro League Season Two Champions, Qingtao Team!"

"Congratulations to Qingtao Team!"

Thunderous applause erupted in the stadium, the crowd in a frenzy.

The members of Qingtao Team walked onto the stage, lifting the championship trophy together as golden streamers filled the air like a dazzling sea.

After a brief celebration, they lined up, and one of them reached out to take the microphone from the host. His face appeared simultaneously on several screens, and the screams in the arena instantly reached a new peak, almost blowing the roof off.

The young man had rosy lips and white teeth, strikingly handsome, with a small red beauty mark under his left eye—this was the captain of Qingtao Team, Ethan Grant.

He started competing at 17, secured a main position within half a year, and in the finals, turned the tide with his outstanding performance, helping the team win the first season championship. In the second season, he was promoted to captain, led the team to another championship, and was named season MVP.

At 18, with two season championships, a prodigious talent, and a future full of promise—not to mention his godly looks—he was now extremely popular in the scene, the center of attention.

Ethan Grant held the microphone, quietly looking at the audience.

Golden streamers, applause, screams, madness... from all directions, a tidal wave of approval. At this moment, he was covered in glory, as if standing at the very center of the world.

He savored it all, a faint smile curling on his lips.

That smile was projected onto the screens, and fans immediately responded with piercing screams.

Captain Grant's personality was known to be cold; he usually kept a straight face in post-match interviews. Now, with this rare smile, he was simply making people weak in the knees.

"Ethan Grant!"

"Ethan Grant!"

"Ethan Grant!"

Scattered voices merged into a sea, and in an instant, tens of thousands chanted in unison.

"Ethan Grant" was Ethan Grant's in-game ID in Youmeng, and his class was Sealer.

In today's finals, he was unstoppable, scoring the most kills on the team—those passionate moments were enough to drive the audience wild.

Qingtao's teammates, caught up in the excitement, lifted him up together, eyes red with emotion.

The audience went wild: "Ahhhhhhh!"

Members of other teams watched from the seats below, feeling a pang of envy. "Tsk, what a spectacle."

"Well, they are the top team, after all."

"Exactly..."

A few team captains who knew the inside story watched the stage with heavy expressions.

It took a long time for the audience to quiet down. The host, smiling, interviewed the Qingtao members, and finally looked at Ethan Grant, suppressing a sense of regret, and asked as previously arranged, "Captain Grant, do you have anything to say to your fans?"

Ethan Grant said, "Yes."

He took a few steps forward, stopped, and looked at the crowd. "The day I became a pro player, I thought about what kind of posture I would have when I left the stage in the future."

His tone was as calm as if he were talking about the weather, but it didn't sound like good news. The venue instantly fell silent.

The pro players, caught off guard, sat up straight, eyes wide in shock. They all knew Ethan Grant's temperament—he was not one for heart-to-heart talks. Clearly, something was up.

Ethan Grant said, "Now that I've won two championships and an MVP, I consider it complete."

A sense of foreboding was confirmed, and the audience erupted in an uproar.

Fans were struck as if by lightning, unable to accept it, shouting "No" at the top of their lungs.

But no one could change Ethan Grant's decision.

He had always acted decisively, and his retirement announcement was just a few brief sentences. Amid the noisy, boiling stadium, his voice was steady and resolute: "For personal reasons, I am officially retiring as of today. Thank you all for your support over the past year."

He gripped the microphone tightly, the words "goodbye" swirling on his lips, but he swallowed them back down.