Chapter 4

Ethan found out about Sarah joining Omega Ghosts within hours.

His reaction was explosive.

He went live on his stream, his face contorted with rage.

"Sarah? Joined the Omegas? As a fragger?" He laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed in Sarah's ears as clips quickly circulated.

"She's delusional. She can't frag at that level. She's a support player, and not even a top-tier one without my calls. She's going to drag that whole team down. Mark my words."

His fans, loyal and sycophantic, filled the chat with agreement.

"Ethan is right!"

"Sarah is a traitor!"

"Omegas are doomed lol."

Sarah watched the clips, a cold calm settling over her. Let him talk. Let them all talk.

Her first practice with Omega Ghosts was a revelation.

Alex "Ghost" Chen was exactly as she remembered from scrims: quiet, intense, but incredibly supportive.

"Don't worry about fitting into a system, Sarah," he said before their first game, his voice even and direct. "Play your game. We'll adapt to you. I've seen what you can do. I trust your instincts."

Trust.

It was a foreign concept after Ethan.

In their first practice match, Alex didn't just let her play fragger; he actively enabled her. His strategic calls were masterful, creating space, providing information, setting her up for success.

And Sarah, free from Ethan's constant criticism and manipulation, thrived.

She was aggressive, decisive, her aim crisp. She top-fragged consistently.

Her new teammates were welcoming, impressed. There was no ego, just a shared focus on winning.

The first real test came a week later: a pre-tournament invitational, streamed live on Twitch.

Thousands of viewers tuned in.

And by some twist of fate, or perhaps a deliberate seeding by organizers hungry for drama, Omega Ghosts' first match was against Alpha Squad.

Sarah felt a jolt, but Alex simply gave her a nod. "Just another game. Focus on us."

Ethan, on the pre-game interview segment of the stream, was cocky.

"Omega Ghosts? With Sarah trying to frag? This will be quick. Tiffy's been working hard on support, she's a natural. We're stronger than ever."

Tiffy, beside him, simpered for the camera.

The match began.

The live stream chat was a torrent of Ethan's fans mocking Sarah.

"Sarah gonna go 0-10."

"Support player trying to be a star LMAO."

"Ace will destroy her."

Ethan clearly expected Sarah to crumble under the pressure, to revert to a hesitant playstyle.

He was wrong.

With Alex's calm, brilliant coordination and the unwavering support of her new team, Sarah unleashed hell.

On the first round, she flanked Alpha Squad, catching them off guard, and picked off two players before Ethan even knew what hit him.

Round after round, she out-maneuvered, out-aimed, and out-played her former team.

She specifically targeted Ethan, shutting him down repeatedly.

In one memorable moment, she found Ethan and Tiffy trying to hold a defensive position. Tiffy, clearly flustered and out of her depth, fumbled her utility. Sarah, with cold precision, eliminated Tiffy with a headshot, then turned and won the duel against a raging Ethan.

The stream chat slowly began to change.

"Wait, Sarah is actually good?"

"WTF was that flick?!"

"Ethan getting owned by his ex LUL."

Omega Ghosts dominated. The victory was swift, decisive.

Sarah finished as the match MVP.

The chat exploded.

"SARAH A FRAG GODDESS?!" became a trending comment.

"Ethan was holding her back!"

"OMEGA GHOSTS NEW #1 TEAM?"

Sarah felt a grim satisfaction. This was just the beginning.