Hi Guys tis is Faker's Real Cousin

He unplugged the mouse and put it in his bag along with his keyboard. It was gold, pure gold, but that doesn’t matter anymore since his team lost. The big bold red sign of defeat remained on his desktop, and it hurt his eyes to look at it. As he stood up with his belongings in hand, the enemy team came into their booth to shake their hands. He didn’t want to touch any of them, but he had no choice. As he took the friendly gesture of his direct opponent, he saw the gleam in his eyes. The other dude was staring at him with a victorious grin, just like he did a year ago. He felt a chill down his spine. The man they called god had returned.