From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 209: All Eyes On Frosty (part 2)

They stepped into a private section of the venue, a small space tucked behind a partitioned wall, separating them from the rest of the crowd.

Most of the SilverBlade Legion members were already seated behind their glowing monitors. They adjusted their chairs, clicked their mice, and pulled on headsets one by one.

Micah and Darcy stood off to the side, still near the centre of the section.

Micah sighed in relief. At least here, if he played, people would only recognise his account and not his face. And honestly, he didn’t care about cleaning up that forum post anymore. Let them say whatever they wanted. The only thing that mattered now was finding out more about Archie’s teammates. If he was going to sneak into their team using a girl’s account, he needed to know the terrain.

And the bonus was that Darcy had promised he would beat Archie in the match. Just thinking about it gave him little comfort. He glanced at Darcy beside him and smirked faintly. He was waiting for that moment.

Micah felt a bit stuffy, so he lifted his hands. He tugged down his mask and pulled off his cap in one motion, silver hair falling over his forehead like snow sliding off a roof.

There was a gasp in the room. Micah blinked and glanced around, catching the wide-eyed stare aimed at him. He frowned. "What?"

Zian jumped up from his chair like a spring. "Whoa, you are that support, right? You actually have silver hair," he said, grinning as he reached out and patted Micah’s shoulder. "No wonder they call you Frosty... it fits."

Micah’s forehead jerked upward. Wait... Did that mean not everyone knew yet? He turned a sharp look toward Archie. Hadn’t he told them who he really was? That he was that FrostbiteAshe?

"Zian, go back to your seat." Archie barked.

Zian flinched and ran to his chair like a scolded child.

Archie hadn’t moved far. He was watching them.

"Your seat is over there," Archie said, pointing toward an empty setup in the far corner, but his gaze stayed locked in Micah’s face, almost like daring him to challenge the order.

Micah turned toward Darcy, about to speak, when Archie cut in again.

"I won the bet." His tone was sharp now. "You planning to deny it?"

Micah’s eyes narrowed, staring at him.

Archie met his eyes. "So?"

Micah lifted his chin. "Of course not." He spoke with that usual stubborn tone of his, lips tightening into a smirk. "But did you ask me first before starting to compete with Darcy?"

Archie’s gaze turned toward Darcy. "He was the one who suggested it. I don’t see you having a problem with him."

"That’s different! He had the decency to apologise after the match. What about you??" Micah retorted.

Archie scoffed, the sound short and sharp. "After that little trick you two pulled off on me, you think I’m the one who should apologise first?"

"What trick?" Micah asked, baffled.

"He is DarkVyne, isn’t he?" Archie’s finger shot out, pointed directly at Darcy.

The reaction was immediate. A collective gasp swept through the group like a sudden gust of wind.

Micah stiffened, teeth clenching. His body turned slightly to shield Darcy from the stares. "So what if he is? Trying to recruit him? Not gonna happen!"

Archie’s arms crossed over his chest, brows furrowed. "Is it the problem right now? He was pretending to be some gold rank player when he is clearly diamond. If I had let my guard down, he would have been the MVP of the match."

Darcy stepped forward, but Micah held out a hand to stop him. "Stay out of it," he said firmly.

Darcy paused, then slowly stepped back.

Micah took another step forward, his voice low. "I told him to use an alt account. I didn’t want you to focus on him."

Archie’s posture shifted. His shoulders dropped a little, like the words caught him off guard. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Something flickered in his eyes. Confused and pleased.

Was Micah... jealous?

The thought made something twist in Archie’s chest. And he couldn’t decide if it delighted him or made him more annoyed.

Was Micah worried that all of his attention would be on DarkVyne and forget him? But why was he against that dark-haired guy joining his team?

Behind them, Elly put her hands under her chin, enjoying the drama. "Such an intense triangle!"

Lulu leaned toward her. "Right?" she said with a smile.

Zian glanced between the trio, Archie, Micah and Darcy, and was lost.

Russell had his back on them, not wanting to have anything to do with them.

Elijah, the team’s mid laner, finally stood up. His ginger hair was slightly tousled, and his face carried the tired look of someone used to dealing with nonsense.

He looked around the room, saw the awkward attention, and shook his head.

His teammates were a lost cause. The girls were enjoying the drama. The guys were too confused. Especially the second team. They had never seen their captain talk this much or get this angry. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Hey," Elijah said and stood between Archie and Micah. "That’s enough. You are making a scene. If you have something to say, take it over there and keep it down. Our reputation is already a mess after we lost to BlackEagle. Captain, you don’t want it make it worse, do you?"

Archie took a deep breath and turned toward the corner.

Micah stood rooted in his place.

Elijah looked at him with a smile. "Hi, I am Elijah. Mid laner. Welcome to the team," he said, extending a hand.

Micah forced a polite smile and shook it. "I’m not here to..."

"I know," Elijah said. "It’s temporary. But still. We are gonna play together today, right?"

Then he turned toward Darcy. "It’s a pleasure to meet you too, DarkVyne."

Darcy nodded. Not particularly caring about their attitude. His mind was on Micah’s words. He, like Archie, was confused by those words. What did Micah mean? Why didn’t he want Archie to notice him?

Micah’s expression darkened. Elijah was sizing up Darcy, probably debating how to recruit him. His mood soured instantly.

That stupid Archie! He had blurted it out in front of all these people. He should know that the male lead from the novel was sharp enough to recognise Darcy’s style of playing. It was his fault.

He ground his teeth and dragged Darcy toward where Archie sat.

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