Let the Rejected Win One

If I lose, inspect my account. If I win, explain what Talent Quotas means.] It received a million shares in thirty minutes. Obsidian accepted. Its five chosen players averaged eighteen years old and all ranked within Spark’s top twenty. Gu Chen sat at the commentary desk himself. “We are willing to offer a lost veteran one graceful chance to admit defeat,” he said. Xu Cheng stared at the roster. “They registered my ID.” Obsidian’s fifth player was CLEAR—her confiscated account, now controlled by someone else. Lin Zhou pushed a spare keyboard toward her. “Take it back.” “You promised random teammates.” “You don’t have a club. You qualify.”