"This is Gopher. Urgent report! 'Sora' has appeared! Confirmed on Server 0231, Room 101. Requesting reinforcements! I repeat, requesting reinforcements!"
Inside a dim, cramped room, a chubby man dressed in a dark green military uniform stared intently at his computer screen while speaking gravely into his headset.
A moment later, a serious reply came through the headphones.
"*Bzzzt*... *Click!* Understood! We've contacted Vulture, Well, Rabbit, Mouse, Fox, Leopard, and Giraffe. They need twenty minutes to prepare. The livestream has already been set up."
After finishing his report, the military otaku switched back to the game interface and let out a long sigh of relief.
After waiting like a hunter guarding a rabbit hole for so many days, the opportunity had finally come.
He had been waiting on this server for over a week.
Suppressing his excitement, he calmly began directing his teammates.
"Player Three, get on top of the southern wall. Use the weapon with the largest magazine and keep suppressing the wall where she's hiding. Player Four, take over while Three reloads. Crocodile, clear out the other players. Don't let anyone interfere. Player Six, circle overhead with the helicopter and carpet-bomb the entire area with rockets."
'Sora.'
One of the greatest players in 'Modern Battlefield 3.'
She had once achieved the unbelievable feat of suppressing an entire professional team single-handedly.
It hadn't simply been overwhelming firepower.
Through terrifying marksmanship, perfect map knowledge, and exceptional game sense, she completely disrupted the professional team's rhythm and tactical deployment, allowing ordinary random players to effortlessly wipe them out.
The entire match had been recorded by another casual player and uploaded to the gaming section of the Fakebook website.
Countless professional 'Modern Battlefield 3' players analyzed Sora's decisions and frightening accuracy in that match, unanimously proclaiming her unbeatable.
The video had since become one of the most popular uploads related to 'Modern Battlefield 3,' surpassing one hundred million views and becoming required study material for top-tier players.
The player named "sora," using the Japanese romanization, had developed a large fan following because of that video.
However, Sora herself showed absolutely no interest in fame.
She focused solely on playing the game, never communicating with anyone and rejecting invitations from every major professional team.
As a result, the legends surrounding her only grew more exaggerated.
Many ordinary players even referred to her as the strongest player in 'Modern Battlefield 3.'
'Modern Battlefield 3' was fundamentally a team game.
Before Sora, no one had ever managed to defeat an entire professional squad alone.
It wasn't that one-versus-twelve was impossible.
Many professional players frequently created alternate accounts and dominated low-ranked matches with ease.
But Sora had accomplished the same feat against elite professional players.
That meant the gap in skill between them was enormous—
As vast as the difference between professionals and complete beginners.
Because of this, almost nobody in the competitive scene disputed the claim that Sora was the strongest player.
Many professional players were eager to challenge this legendary figure themselves.
Lee Seung-ho was one of them.
A professional 'Modern Battlefield 3' player from South Korea and a military enthusiast, he belonged to Team TBC, a squad that barely qualified as first-rate.
Compared to the professional team Sora had previously defeated, TBC was considerably less famous.
That was precisely why they wanted an opportunity to face the legendary Sora.
Whether they won or lost, it would be a chance to prove themselves.
As long as they performed better than the team Sora had crushed before, they'd be satisfied.
In fact, they were fairly confident they could win.
They believed that the previous team had only fallen because they were unfamiliar with Sora's playstyle.
If they adjusted quickly and devised countermeasures immediately, there was no way they'd lose so easily.
After thoroughly studying several of Sora's recorded matches, Team TBC concluded that their own strength was more than enough to completely suppress her.
Lee Seung-ho opened his laptop and logged into his Fakebook account.
On the 'Modern Battlefield 3' streaming page, he found a livestream titled in English:
**'The Strongest Player VS Team TBC'**
Within moments, the viewer count surged past ten thousand.
'Modern Battlefield 3' was the world's most popular FPS title.
There were over a hundred internationally recognized professional teams, and annual tournaments featured prize pools exceeding ten million U.S. dollars.
Naturally, the player base was enormous.
Twelve professional players hunting down a single casual player sounded absurdly unfair.
Yet because Sora had once defeated an entire professional team alone, the outcome was anything but predictable.
As soon as viewers entered the stream, they indeed saw Sora participating in the match.
English comments flooded across the screen.
"Is that really Sora!?"
"'New York Warzone' is too restrictive. It doesn't let Sora fully utilize her game sense. No wonder she's being suppressed."
"Are all her teammates just random players?"
"I remember Team TBC is from South Korea. They didn't achieve anything notable last season."
"Woohoo! Today, either a legend will be born—or a legend will fall!"
"Normally, I'd call twelve pros targeting one casual player unforgivably pathetic, but this time I think Sora will win decisively! She's a legend!"
"Impossible. Last time, Team BP was just playing casually and got careless. No matter what, nobody can suppress an entire professional team alone! Not even with cheats!!"
"This isn't a duel. It isn't even an official match!"
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Kamiyā Sora's in-game ID in 'Modern Battlefield 3' was simply **sora**.
Not long after the match began, a large number of spectators poured into the room.
At the same time, a game invitation popped up on her screen.
"'Lion' invites you to join a match. Would you like to accept?"
Kamiyā Sora frowned in annoyance, though she didn't appear surprised.
"What's wrong?"
Kamiyā Yuu noticed the unusual activity on her screen.
Putting down her controller, Kamiyā Sora gently shook her head.
"Just a group of self-important players."
She selected **Decline**.
Not long afterward, the same invitation appeared again.
"Sora, what happens if you accept?"
Kamiyā Yuu stroked his chin, sensing the unusual atmosphere in the game as well.
"You enter a special battlefield to play against designated players. I don't like that game mode."
Expressionless, Kamiyā Sora continued rejecting the invitations with her controller.
Ever since she had gone all out and defeated that professional team, she had been constantly harassed by similar invitations every time she logged in.
It had become extremely annoying.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Because Kamiyā Yuu had been paying attention to Sora's screen, his own character was shot dead once again.
After respawning only to die yet again, he looked at the constant notifications announcing new spectators entering the room and said in surprise,
"Looks like quite a few people are interested."
He already knew Kamiyā Sora was exceptionally good at FPS games.
But from the looks of it, she wasn't merely "good."
No wonder every opponent they encountered when playing together was incredibly skilled, on an entirely different level from ordinary FPS players.
This game probably had a ranking or matchmaking system similar to 'League of Legends.'
So console gaming in this world has already developed to this extent?
Worldwide online matchmaking with ranked ladders...
It just seems that FPS games are the mainstream here.
Kamiyā Yuu was secretly astonished.
"Boring."
Kamiyā Sora replied indifferently.
Switching to a sniper rifle, she hid behind cover and swiftly swept her scope across the battlefield.
The instant the heavy rifle cracked—
The enemies who had been suppressing her moments ago all dropped dead.
Another invitation appeared.
"'Lion' invites you to join a match. Would you like to accept?"
Looking at the persistent invitation with interest, Kamiyā Yuu smiled.
"They're certainly enthusiastic. Sora, go ahead and accept it. Let's see what this is all about."