In the gigantic game room, Luna was back in her digital temple.
She adjusted her headset and leaned back, checking the stats in the corner of the screen. It was already his tenth match since moving up to Diamond 1, and if he were in his old college body, his fingers would be sore, his shoulders stiff, and his mood in the pits.
But now? She was just relaxed. Like she was playing Minesweeper with wine in hand.
On the loading screen, she read the team names. "Look at the nickname: 'SugarVoid'... how cute. Must be a streamer."
And it was indeed.
On the other side of the screen, the streamer in question, named SugarVoid, had over 150,000 people watching her live stream. Her channel was known for stylish gaming and commenting on the lives of random players with acidic humor and plenty of mental fan fiction.
But what SugarVoid saw in that match… wasn't something she was prepared for.
"Ladies and gentlemen of Void, we have a Lux who is—... OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE THIS Q PREDICTION?" SugarVoid screamed live. "That's the third kill in a row without a flash, without an ult, NO FEAR! Guys, she's going to solo the jungle now! LOOK AT THAT ULT!!!"
The chat exploded.
"WHO IS THIS LUX???"
"She's not smurfing, she's dominating the entire game!"
"She predicts her opponent's moves as if she had the map in her head!"
In Luna's room, the queen crossed her legs elegantly, clicking with the same ease as someone selecting sushi from a premium tray.
"Mid diff. Again." he muttered with a mischievous smile.
After the match, which lasted 17 minutes with the enemy surrendering, SugarVoid blurted out, "I... need to play with that Lux again. Anyone in the chat, send me an invite. I'll beg on the mic if I have to."
Ping.
Invitation sent.
Invitation accepted.
Soon, a group invitation appeared in the corner of the screen.
Luna clicked.
The group voice call has been opened.
SugarVoid took a deep breath. "Hello… are… you… Lux…?" Her voice trembled slightly.
From the other side, Luna's voice emerged, pure as crystal and with a melodious tone that seemed to have been sculpted by elven bards.
"It's me. But you can call me Luna."
The stream chat has collapsed.
"WHO IS THIS GODDESS??"
"MY GOD, THAT VOICE!!!"
"I'M GOING TO MARRY HER RIGHT AWAY!!!"
"SHE TALKS AND I BECOME JUNGLE FOR HER."
"I DON'T KNOW IF SHE'S REAL, BUT I WANT TO BE HER PET."
SugarVoid coughed, trying to maintain professionalism. "Luna… how long have you been playing? Because… that was…"
"Years. But only now has my brain started working properly," Luna said, sincere and laughing. "I wanted to relax today, but these challengers are very confident, so I decided to remind them who's in charge in the mid lane."
SugarVoid gave a nervous, delighted laugh. "Want to play another one?"
"Sure. But if I carry it, you buy dinner."
SugarVoid laughed and responded with playful sarcasm. "If you carry anything like that last one, I'll pay for the wedding."
The chat exploded with "SHIP SHIP SHIP".
Luna blinked at the monitor, fixing her hair. "I hope you like the white dress."
Hours later...
Luna adjusted her chair, reclining slightly as she opened the champion selection screen.
She'd spent the last few hours playing with Lux, her main since college, but something inside her was screaming for something new. Maybe it was the rush of competitive adrenaline, or just the typical desire of someone who has everything, including every legendary skin in League.
"Let's see what's beautiful here…" she murmured, moving the mouse with precision.
The League of Legends interface looked more vivid on his 50-inch curved ultrawide monitor, especially with the almost hypnotic refresh rate. The visuals moved with almost unreal fluidity.
"Hmm… Seraphine K/DA All Out? Or Ahri Spirit Blossom? The aesthetic is spot on."
She clicked on Seraphine and equipped the skin. The champion's theme song filled the room of her gaming room, a veritable high-tech studio with cinema-like acoustics, LED ceiling panels, and ambient lighting that reacted to the intensity of the match.
As the queue paired up, Ivy appeared as a floating hologram in a corner of the screen.
"Your online reputation as LadyTycoon is starting to gain attention. Recent matches are already garnering clips on forums and compilations of legendary plays."
"Let them post it," Luna replied, smiling mischievously.
Match found.
Upon joining the match, Luna quickly realized she was on a team with a player named "KiNekoChan" playing Janna. A classic support. But there was something different about her: the girl was speaking loudly in voice chat, laughing and commenting on her build live.
"Hey guys, I'm live on NekoPlay! If you play well, I'll feature you on TikTok later," said the cheerful voice with a soft, excited American accent.
Luna didn't respond immediately. She was finishing up her starter items. But it didn't take long for KiNekoChan to notice.
"LadyTycoon? Your nickname is so fancy! I love that Seraphine skin. Are you a good player?"
Luna smiled and activated the microphone. Her voice came out like a sweet melody. "Hmm… maybe."
"Whoa! That voice! Guys, did you hear that?" KiNekoChan laughed. "Angel voice! If he plays like he sings, this is going to be the match of the century!"
The live chat went crazy.
[ CHAT]
"OMG what's that voice?"
"MARRY ME, LadyTycoon!"
"Streamer with the voice of a princess and now a gamer with the voice of a goddess?"
Luna, who until then had only wanted to test the champion, was now excited. There was something pure and playful about the streamer's energy: it reminded her of simpler times, before the billions.
The match has begun.
Luna played with the precision of a surgeon and the fluidity of an artist. She positioned each of Seraphine's skillshots as if she could predict the enemy's moves before they even clicked. KiNekoChan was stunned with every playthrough.
"OH MY GOD! LadyTycoon, you predicted his Flash before he pressed it!"
"Habit," Luna replied, laughing. "But I can teach you. Janna's secret is purposeful positioning. Anticipate the engages. Feel the dance, don't react, lead."
KiNekoChan almost fell off his chair.
"That sentence was worthy of having it tattooed on my keyboard. Guys, did you hear THAT?"
[CHAT]
"Positioning with purpose. I'M GOING TO TATTOO THIS."
"She's a philosopher too, my God."
"That woman is the real Ahri's smurf."
The match continued at a frantic pace.
Luna played as if she were in a world final.
And the most impressive thing? She was having fun. Every trade, every spell, every kill… it was as if the world dissolved into glowing pixels.
When the victory screen exploded, KiNekoChan let out a scream. "We won! LadyTycoon, please tell me you'll play another one with me! I've never had so much fun!"
"Sure. But only if you tell me the name of your channel. I want to see you in action," Luna replied curiously.
"Ah! I'm on NekoPlay, Twitch, and StreamLive, and my real name is Keiko! Guys, LadyTycoon is going to watch me! I'm going to die!"
Luna quickly clicked and joined the live stream. The chat was already exploding on the screen. She typed a simple message:
LadyTycoon: I loved playing with you. Please accept this gift.
And he pressed a discreet button on the side panel of the screen. A command activated the instant donation transfer.
Valor: $10.000.000,00 USD.
The alert blared on the streamer's screen with full force.
[DONATION: $10,000,000 from LadyTycoon]
Keiko froze.
Literally.
She didn't breathe for five seconds.
"...is this... a joke? This is... fake?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
[CHAT]
"IS THIS REAL? 10 MILLION?"
"SHE DONATED 10 MILLION. I'M FAINTING."
"SOMEONE PRINT THIS NOW. THIS LIVE SHOW HAS MADE HISTORY."
Keiko brought her hands to her face, her eyes welling up. "LadyTycoon… this… this… I don't know what to say…"
Luna, on the other side, just smiled. "Say 'gg'. And keep having fun. You're talented, Keiko. You just needed a push."
The streamer cried live. "GG... GG FOREVER! I WILL HELP MY MOTHER, I WILL HELP THE HOUSE, I WILL... THANK YOU!"
On the screen, the chat exploded with heart emojis, messages of love, admiration, and disbelief.
[CHAT]
"IT'S THE GREATEST OF ALL. LadyTycoon IS AN ANGEL."
"SHE CHANGED SOMEONE'S LIFE LIKE THIS..."
"10 MILLION! IT'S OFFICIAL!"
Luna closed the stream with a light heart, her eyes shining and her smile sincere.
"Every now and then… it's nice to do something just because."
The Tycoon system flashed a silent hologram:
[Hidden Mission Completed: Authentic Altruism]
+ Bonus Reward: Global Digital Influence.
But Luna didn't even look at the pop-up, she stretched her arms, letting out a long yawn as she waited for the matchmaking for the next game.
The monitor displayed a countdown.
She moved her shoulders slightly, still smiling at the commotion she had caused with the million-dollar donation to streamer Keiko.
But of course, LoL is a temperamental game.
And the universe seemed ready to remind her of that.
"You have been assigned to: SUPPORT."
"Seriously?" she grumbled with a grimace, leaning back in her memory-cushioned gaming chair. "Support again?! I've already done my share of altruism today, universe! Where's my comfort lane?"
With a resigned huff, she rolled her eyes and clicked on Nami, the enchanting mermaid on the stand. "If it's going to charge, it'll be with bubbles and waves."
Before he could comment further, he quickly typed into the champion selection chat:
LadyTycoon: Lucian, por favor.
LadyTycoon: Confia.
The ADC chose... Jhin.
"Great. A shooter who stops to monologue before shooting," she muttered, crossing her arms. "It's going to be a slow game."
The match began, and from the very first minutes... it was a nightmare. Jhin advanced without a ward, taking ganks like someone collecting enemy jungle business cards. The top laner, playing Yasuo, decided that the tower was optional and spent 10 minutes splitting unsuccessfully. The jungler was a Sejuani who only appeared to smite the blue laner in her own base.
"This is more like 'Circus of the Unplugged' than Summoner's Rift," she quipped, using her sour tone that only came out when she was genuinely upset.
But Luna wasn't the type to give up easily.
In the mid-game, with the team completely disorganized, she began to do the impossible: strategic roaming, warding the entire jungle, and most importantly, frantically pinging where each player should be — although no one obeyed.
The opportunity came 33 minutes into the game. The enemy team engaged the Baron, confident their ADC and mid laner were alive, while Luna's team looked like a mix of AI and sleepwalkers.
It was then that Luna saw the opening.
He flashed behind the wall, used Ebb and Flow on the enemy Lucian, cast his Ultimate, and followed with a perfect Aqua Prison on the mid laner. Everything was in sync. A surgical engage.
"Now, please, just don't… play it wrong."
Miracle: Yasuo landed a tornado. Jhin used his ult well. Sejuani... finally showed up.
Triple kill.
Block.
ACE.
The team ran through the middle of the map, running over the Nexus like a truck without brakes.
Victory.
But Luna didn't forgive.
LadyTycoon: You guys play like expired jelly.
LadyTycoon: Worst match of the week.
LadyTycoon: They owe me 50k in therapy.
He closed the client with a sharp click and looked up at the ceiling, massaging his temples. "Time for an urgent musical detox."
He opened YouTube. At the top of the page, K-Pop videos were highlighted.
"Perfect."
Clicked on a BLACKPINK MV, it started with powerful beats and the dancers dominating the scene.
Luna's room was bathed in neon lights as the ambient lighting reacted to the sound.
As she watched the detailed choreography, Luna began to imitate the steps, standing in the middle of the room.
"Okay, tap your foot, turn your hips... ugh! This requires the balance of a Korean circus dancer!"
She tried to imitate the kneeling step, almost tripping on the plush carpet. "Not even the system prepared me for this."
But she didn't give up. On the contrary, she danced with more intensity. Her loose dress moved like a stage dress, and her hair, tied in a messy bun, spun with her.
And between clumsy attempts and spontaneous laughter, Luna felt something rare in her routine: silly joy. Simple happiness.
When the song ended, she slumped back in her chair, panting and smiling. "Okay... one more before bed."
Play.
"Pink Venom" was now starting.
She stood up again, eyes shining.
Clumsy little steps and a tycoon dancing like no one was watching.
(Except the system. And maybe a dozen security cameras.)