Part 1Game On: The Unfiltered Star

I was a D-list celebrity, struggling to stay relevant in an industry that forgot me yesterday. One day, while gaming online, a teammate decided to get nasty.

"A girl at this rank? Must have sold herself to get here. Need Big Brother to help you out?"

Normally, a celebrity would ignore it. But I'm a nobody, so I don't have a reputation to protect. I turned on my mic and let loose.

"You sound like an expert. Done this a lot? Need me to introduce you to some clients so you can make some cash? You sound jealous."

"With a mouth like that, you could open a stinky tofu stand without buying supplies."

"If the vice squad picked you up, they wouldn't even need an interrogation. One look at that mouth and it's life without parole."

I flamed him for the entire match. When it ended, I discovered that our Jungler, who had been defending me, was a pro player livestreaming the whole thing.

The chat went wild: [Sister went off! Please open a masterclass, I'm on my knees listening!]

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As a D-list actress, my schedule is emptier than a politician's promises. I had plenty of time.

Bored out of my mind, I launched Glory of Kings.

Less than six minutes in, our Mid Laner started raging on voice chat.

"Just my luck. How do trash players get into this rank? Boosted much?"

I checked the scoreboard. He was 0-5. I was 4-1.

Probably not talking about me.

Curious, I opened the details panel. He had the worst stats and the lowest gold.

I stayed silent. There are too many fragile egos online, and I'm not a therapist.

A team fight broke out mid. He was out of position and got instantly deleted. Luckily, the rest of us were farmed enough to win the fight with just his casualty.

I went back to base to heal, and heard him again.

"ADC, do you even know how to play? Idiot. That girly profile pic must be yours, huh?"

I was about to mute him when he doubled down.

"Heh, no wonder this game feels so hard. Matched with a girl. Bad luck to see a girl at this rank. Can't you females just go play your own games? Stop ruining it for everyone else. Who carried you here? Did you sleep with someone for it?"

My temper flared instantly.

Our Jungler spoke up: "Watch your mouth, bro. If you can't speak properly, donate your tongue to someone who can."

Mid Laner laughed knowingly. "I get it, Jungler bro. Is the ADC fun? Share the joy with the boys, hahaha."

If I tolerated this any longer, I might as well be a doormat.