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Chapter 188: An unforgettable night in London

Chapter 188: An unforgettable night in London

9:12pm.

Wembley Stadium, London, England.

Wembley was a cathedral of chaos and celebration.

Phoenix Rising had done it again. And in that moment, on that pitch, they were immortal.

Then came the reactions.

The moment the final pixel of Vesper Quinn’s health bar vanished, the stadium erupted into a deafening roar, a sound no roof could hope to contain.

Fans of Phoenix Rising wept, screamed, collapsed into their seats with hands on their heads, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

A fought consecutive title. They actually did it!

Now, they were one step away from history, just one trophy away from Cyber Squad’s legendary record of 5 Warstar RPG Champions League trophies.

And not just the trophy record, they were also gunning for it the same way that God Noah led his team with Stinger of War, winning it for 5 consecutive seasons, the imperious Cyber Squad reign.

At the beginning of this game and in the buildup to it, Phoenix Rising fans were so confident in their team winning that they overlooked Scarlet Rose’s threat.

This season, Scarlet Rose forged a legend of their own but due to overconfidence, Phoenix Rising fans overlooked their opponents at first. But by the end of the game, they learned to respect their rivals.

Scarlet Rose played the game of their life.

It was almost unjust that they actually lost the game at the end.

It was the closest score line of a Warstar RPG Champions League final in years.

[Phoenix Rising: 6 points]

[Scarlet Rose: 5 points]

Just 1 point separated both teams; that was how close the game was.

If Gabriel was not placed at that God status yet, after this final, he finally attained it, the peak.

From today, he was no longer just Gabriel, but God Gabriel.

The new God level player of the English Pro Alliance, the captain of the record-pursuing Phoenix Rising team, Dain Ironvalor’s Controller.

He was all that and more.

As soon as the countdown completed, finalizing Phoenix Rising’s victory in addition to the victory screen that followed, Wembley Stadium turned into a cauldron of noise. The Phoenix Rising fans didn’t even try to be conservative with their celebrations.

Red and gold ignited across the stands like wildfire. Scarves were waved, flares lit the air in a glowing haze, and chants filled the air.

"Phoenix!" "Phoenix!" "Phoenix!"

The chants boomed like battle drums.

Some fans fell to their knees, overwhelmed by joy and the overflowing emotions of the moment. Others jumped into group hugs, couples kissing with passion, arms thrown around strangers turned kin by glory.

Not just the fans. On the field, the players of Phoenix Rising stood as if in a dream; faces dazed with joy, sweat gleaming, adrenaline still coursing through their veins.

Kairos, the Blademaster dropped to his knees, his hands raised to the sky in silent gratitude to his God.

The young Blademaster still couldn’t believe it.

He could go on and retire his Pro eSports career now and he won’t regret it. Being the savior of his team in the final of the Warstar RPG Champions League, this was something he dared not even see in his dreams, but now, it was reality.

Tears of joy streamed down his eyes; he was a mess of cascading emotions.

His teammates mobbed him, lifting him up with cries of ’MVP’ and pounding his back even as the fans joined them in screaming ’MVP!’

As for Gabriel himself, he still felt surreal.

His rise and his team’s rise in the English Pro Alliance was an unbelievable story in itself. Along the way, he, his Avatar, and his team had been underdogs once, then level challengers, and then favorites.

At the beginning, actually winning a Warstar RPG Champions League final felt like a luxury that was reserved for the legends like God Noah alone.

Gabriel never imagined winning a Warstar RPG Champions League while not playing for Cyber Squad. Winning multiple? Not even in his wildest dreams.

And yet, here he was.

When Phoenix Rising started, just like every other pro club that rose in London after Cyber Squad, everybody expected the club to die out, snuffed out by the towering shadow of Cyber Squad, the OG London club.

And yet, despite the deep, dark shadow cast over them by Cyber Squad, Gabriel and his team actually managed to do it.

Now, Phoenix Rising was the top club in England.

Gabriel felt melancholic and it was all due to the nature of today’s win.

From the insecurity of being underdogs in the final, he grew, he matured, becoming the confident and capable captain that he was today.

This was why like his fans, he also underestimated Scarlet Rose tonight. He underestimated Jonathan’s resolve.

It was not till Jonathan fell him with his Crimson Saint that his eyes opened.

And yet, he couldn’t stop it, the momentum already slipped from him.

When his team lost the 3 vs 3 battle rush, he was more shocked than the fans and the commentators. At that moment, Gabriel lost his composure for the first time in a long time, an unpleasant feeling he last felt only at the World Championship against the Chinese menace, Meng Wu Ya.

After all that cascade of emotions at the end, for his team to still end up on the winning side, if this was not ironic Gabriel had no idea what was.

It was a humbling experience. Still, he was filled with joy.

While he celebrated, while Phoenix Rising as a whole celebrated, the contrast could not have been more brutal.

The POV switched to the Scarlet Rose player booth...

It felt like a funeral though no one died.

Scarlet Rose players stood still, a painting of heartbreak. Chris already broke down in tears, trying to wipe his tears to no avail.

Vesper Quinn’s controller slowly removed her headset, her eyes distant. She was so close, she almost had it... and yet it lost.

She felt devastated.

Her teammates sat slumped, shoulders low, Avatars fading into the post-match summary.

They were so close!

Victory seemed such a step away, and yet that simple step felt like it was left by a Giantess, too long and steep to cross.

The glimmer of triumph had slipped through their fingers in the final moment, and they could only watch as their rivals bathed in gold.

Jonathan? Scarlet Rose’s captain was quiet, very quiet.

While his teammates stood, unable to sit down, expressing their devastating in different ways, crying, Jonathan simply sat on his gaming chair, still looking at the monitor as if in a daze.

His eyes were not unfocused though; just there, stale, unmoving.

His lips were curled up slightly as if in a smirk. A smirk filled with a lot of meaning; a lot of hidden pain and suffering.

Tonight meant more to Jonathan than just the 3rd Warstar RPG Champions League final that he played in his career.

Not only did he lose 2 trophies tonight, the Warstar RPG Champions League trophy itself and the league trophy, something even more significant happened in his career; his step down from the highest level.

After tonight, the Crimson Saint would not remain the same.

After tonight, Jonathan and Crimson Saint would no longer be synonymous with the same person and Avatar. After tonight, he relinquished authority of his Avatar, letting Chris inherit it.

After tonight, Jonathan would become a reserve Scarlet Rose player, focused on helping his heir, Chris fully inherit Crimson Saint.

This was why this game meant so much more to him.

Jonathan felt pained, so pained that it seemed like his heart was ripped right out of his chest. But he didn’t feel regret.

He leaned back on his gaming chair, looking up at the ceiling.

’I gave my all’. He thought with a smile.

"Haha". Letting out a small hollow laugh, he stood up finally and looked at his teammates. "What are you guys waiting for? Let’s go congratulate them".

They looked at him, complicated emotions hidden behind their eyes.

Jonathan smiled. "No need to feel bad, we gave our all".

He grinned. "We played a good game".

With that, Jonathan let his team outside the Scarlet Rose player booth.

As soon as they walked into the arena, Wembley Stadium erupted again. This time, it was a standing ovation across the stadium.

Tens of thousands of Warstar fans, both Phoenix Rising and Scarlet Rose supports applauded the losing team.

They may have lost, but they won the respect of millions.

Jonathan grinned, waving at the crowd and approaching Gabriel to shake his hand and hug him. He and his teammates exchanged pleasantries with their rivals, congratulating them on the victory.

Then, the stadium lights dimmed...

A single spotlight shone on the center stage. There, 2 robotic arms descended from the ceiling, carrying the glittering Warstar RPG Champions League Trophy and the League Trophy.

The first was gold, obsidian, and ruby, while the second trophy was silver; both masterpieces forged to crown legends; champions.

The Phoenix rising squad assembled below, arms linked.

Kairos stepped forward accompanied by his captain, his expression hard to read; part solemn, part on the edge of tears. Then, with his captain raising the league trophy at the same time, he also raised the Champions League trophy.

BOOM!

Wembley Stadium erupted one last time.

A burst of light. Pyrotechnics detonated. Flames roared into the sky.

"FOUR!" The fans chanted, fists raised, confetti raining down like digital fire.

The championship screen across Wembley simply read:

[PHOENIX RISING – LEGENDS OF THE GAME]

And in that instant, surrounded by roaring fans, falling gold, and their own tears, Phoenix Rising were no longer just champions.

They were myth.

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