Chapter One: The Erased Starter

"Tomorrow afternoon, we announce your promotion," He said without inviting Lin to sit. "The day after, you start against Crimson Tide." "What about Shen Yan?" Zhou Ye looked up sharply, like Lin had walked into a funeral and asked where the dead man had gone. "Wrist injury," He replied. "He needs rest." "He played five scrims last night." Silence. Su Wanxing looked away. He Linchuan smiled, thin as a label pasted to glass. "You notice details. Good quality in a jungler." He slid over a contract. "Obsidian needs fresh blood. You're eighteen, your style has flair, and your story sells. It is best not to notice other things quite so carefully."