Chris Brooks’s closest cousin since childhood got “cheated on” in a popular large-scale online game: after investing her feelings, she found out the guy was a jerk with a girlfriend.

After being cyberbullied in the game for several days, the cousin, furious and heartbroken, left the country in a fit of anger.

Chris Brooks couldn’t swallow this, so he decided to help his cousin get revenge the manly way—by buying a game account and killing that scumbag in the game a million times.

With his skills and reputation as a top player since the game’s launch, making someone quit the game would be a piece of cake, right?!

He logged in, full of fighting spirit, but after some investigation discovered—the scumbag was actually the server’s number one DPS, number one on the expert leaderboard, number one on the rich list, number one in popularity, and number one in fame.

Conclusion: Can’t beat him.

Chris Brooks was dejected and about to give up, when he witnessed his roommate’s online romance crash and burn in real life—the other party used fake photos, voice changers, and even scammed money, almost sending his roommate to the hospital from the shock.

Chris Brooks had a sudden epiphany. After comforting his roommate, he rushed out that night to buy an expensive voice changer and brought it back to his apartment.

Chapter 1

　　When Chris Brooks came out of the airport, a gust of wind hit him right in the face.

　　He looked up—the sky had already turned gloomy. The weather forecast this morning had just announced that a typhoon would make landfall tonight, and the whole city was already getting windy.

　　In this kind of weather, flights are basically grounded.

　　But his cousin still insisted on booking a ticket to the US, saying she couldn’t stay another minute. If she could fly today, she would; if not, she’d just stay at the airport hotel.

　　As soon as Chris Brooks got in the car, his phone rang.

　　“Huanhuan, your cousin left?” It was his roommate, Brian Carter.

　　Chris Brooks was in no mood for anything: “Your cousin left.”

　　Brian Carter: “…Don’t be so sensitive, okay? I meant, did your cousin really go to the US?”

　　It started drizzling outside. Chris Brooks stared at the raindrops on the car window and grunted a gloomy “yeah.”

　　Brian Carter: “Sigh, your cousin really is miserable, but honestly, it’s not that bad. Stuff online—just unplug the cable and who even knows who’s who? Going abroad over this? Totally not worth it.”

　　Just thinking about why his cousin left made Chris Brooks furious: “Do you have to bring up those idiots from the game right now?”

　　“No, no.” Roommate-sister-complexes are not to be messed with. Knowing he was in a bad mood, Brian Carter quickly changed the subject. “Alright, after you see her off, hurry back to the dorm. There’s another wounded soul here today—I can’t handle it alone.”

　　Chris Brooks frowned: “Who’s hurt?”

　　“There’s only three of us in the dorm, who else could it be?”

　　As soon as Brian Carter finished, a sob like a pig’s squeal came from beside him. Brian Carter quickly said, “Hey Hao’er, don’t cry, wipe your tears first.”

　　Recognizing the voice of his other roommate, Ethan Foster, Chris Brooks started the car: “What happened to Hao’er?”

　　“It’s a long story, just come back first,” said Brian Carter.

　　Ethan Foster sniffled: “Buy some booze on your way back, Chris Brooks.”

　　After parking, Chris Brooks ducked into the nearby convenience store. Knowing those two’s drinking capacity, he bought three bottles of beer, hid them in his clothes, and headed back to the dorm.

　　He had just opened the dorm door and hadn’t even stepped inside when he heard Ethan Foster wailing inside: “Why did he do this to me?!”

　　“What did she do to you?” Chris Brooks pushed the door open and walked in.

　　Ethan Foster was sitting in the middle of the dorm, a box of tissues on his lap, actually crying.

　　Brian Carter looked like he had a headache. When he saw Chris Brooks, it was like seeing a savior—he jumped up from his chair: “Finally, you’re back.”

　　Chris Brooks closed the door and handed him the plastic bag: “What happened?”

　　Brian Carter looked at Ethan Foster: “You want to tell it, or should I?”

　　Ethan Foster was a bit chubby, and now his face was red from crying: “I’m not telling! I’m not telling!”

　　“Alright, alright, I’ll tell, just stop crying!” Brian Carter sighed. “Remember Hao’er’s online girlfriend?”

　　“…They were on voice chat 24/7. I even dreamed about listening to their lovey-dovey talk at night. You think I’d forget?” Chris Brooks paused. “What, they broke up?”

　　Brian Carter nodded seriously.