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Chapter 86: Night Razor’s conviction

Chapter 86: Night Razor’s conviction

It was already weeks since the battle of the Canyon of Ruins, and yet the entire 11th server was still in a state of shock.

After the Guild War in the canyon, every guild leader who had participated in the war was scarred, not just by defeat but by the sheer brutality of their loss.

They literally went with thousands, only to lose to five.

But none suffered the trauma more than Night Razor.

As the Paladin commander of the allied army, he had led the allied guild army with courage, precision, tactical brilliance, and inbuilt confidence, only to watch it all crumble to dust in minutes.

Noah, Lord Doom had torn through them like they were nothing.

His strategies were unraveled with such ease that he seemed like an 8-year-old child playing a game of chess against an adult.

And the worst part?

Night Razor had never felt so powerless in his life.

For days, he replayed the battle in his mind.

For weeks, he analyzed and trained in silence, trying to understand what went wrong.

For what felt like months to him, he avoided talking about it, pushing himself harder, trying to escape the humiliation.

But no matter how much he tried, one truth remained; he had been utterly, completely outclassed.

And that truth haunted him.

If this was an Eastern Fantasy world, this would be called cultivation demons and it stuck to Night Razor, a painful reminder of that unforgettable day.

One evening, as Night Razor was grinding ranked matches in silence in the Arena, a message popped up in his chat.

[Dain Ironvalor -> Night Razor]

*We need to talk.

Night Razor blinked.

Dain Ironvalor? Gabriel? The captain of Phoenix Rising?

Night Razor may be famous in the game, mostly in the Phoenix Flame guild but compared to the existence that just messaged him, he was like a frog stuck in a well who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Dain Ironvalor was the modern-day idol of enthusiastic Warstar fans.

He was the current face of modern-day Warstar in England, he was the one who toppled Stinger of War and his Cyber Squad during the last Warstar RPG Champions League final in Wembley Stadium.

He was the first captain after Noah Harrington himself, the Godfather of Warstar to have led his club to 3 consecutive Warstar RPG Champions league titles.

Night Razor’s fingers hesitated over the keyboard before he typed back.

[Night Razor -> Dain Ironvalor]

*What about?

He thought about a lot of ways which he could reply, including gushing and being all over Gabriel, telling him that he was his idol and was the best pro player in the whole world but in the end none of it fit his personality.

And so, Night Razor replied so.

Gabriel replied back almost immediately.

[Gabriel -> Night Razor]

*About you. About the pro scene, about what you really want.

Well, that made Night Razor pause.

And for the first time in weeks..., he felt his heartbeat quicken.

...

A few days later, they met in a private voice chat.

Gabriel started the conversation, trying to sound as inviting as possible. "I heard what happened in the Guild war. You took it hard".

Night Razor gritted his teeth and replied. "I... don’t need pity".

"Good, because I’m not here to give it".

Night Razor fell silent.

Gabriel’s voice was calm, yet firm. Experienced.

"I’ve seen your matches. You’re good, really good. Young, talented, full of potential".

Behind his monitor in his 1-room apartment, Night Razor clenched his fists. "But not good enough".

Gabriel chuckled.

"No one’s ever good enough when they fight someone like Noah".

The name hit like a blade to the gut.

Night Razor paused for a long time, and when he spoke, his voice was full of shock. "...Lord Doom".

Gabriel answered. "No. Noah Harrington. Stinger of War, the same guy who retired because the system kicked him out".

A beat of silence.

Night Razor’s eyes widened. "Wait, you’re telling me..."

"Yeah. The monster you fought in the Guild War? That was him".

For a long moment, Night Razor couldn’t breathe.

But then..., his eyes widened.

’Yes!’

It all made sense now.

The impossible reflexes, the flawless positioning, the impossible game strategies that always left him lagging behind, the mind that seemed five steps ahead of everyone.

Of course it was him. Of course.

Night Razor clenched his fists.

For two years, he had avoided the pro scene, convinced that he wasn’t ready for the life of a celebrity.

He loved playing in the game.

Away from the spotlight, away from the controversies, away from the politics of big clubs and all the fan service.

He loved his comfort zone. He was satisfied with flaunting his superiority before less talented players, amazing them with feat after feat.

But now?

Now, he knew the truth.

He didn’t want to run anymore, rather, he wanted to fight.

And not just fight, he wanted to WIN.

Gabriel let the silence stretch, allowing the youngster to fully take in the big revelation that he just revealed before finally speaking.

"Join Phoenix Rising".

Night Razor snapped his head up.

"You have what it takes to be a pro Razor," Gabriel continued. "And I think you know that, too".

Behind his monitor, Night Razor could feel his heart pounding.

"Why me?"

"Because I see that fire in you. And because I know, one day, you’ll get that rematch that you want".

Night Razor’s eyes ignited with fire.

A rematch!

Yes, a second chance to fight Lord Doom.

Night Razor exhaled slowly.

Then, his lips curled into a determined smirk.

He took a deep breath and answered. "Fine, I’m in".

That night, a fire reignited in his heart.

He had two big goals now; 1, rise in the pro scene and 2, defeat Noah Harrington.

And this time, he wouldn’t lose.

Before they ended the voice call, Gabriel asked. "Razor, what is your name? Your real name".

Night Razor hesitated slightly before answering. "My name is Ethan..., Ethan Graves".

...

2 weeks later, Phoenix Rising announced the contract signing of a new pro player in their squad, Ethan Graves, a new Paladin.

A few days later, Ethan went to London to join the rest of Team Phoenix Rising in their headquarters building.

After a long holiday, it was already 2 months.

And finally, the 11th English Warstar Pro Alliance season was about to start.