The notification popped up on the black-and-green terminal: .

Donny copied the credentials from the .txt file and logged in. The account name was generic, something like SilentReaper . He queued up for a Competitive match on Haven.

He noticed the enemy team was tilting. They started arguing with each other, their coordination falling apart. Donny was an "art form" of toxicity without even saying a word; his sheer presence was breaking their mental game. The Detection