Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 774

"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty..."

The game had dragged on for thirty-five minutes.

Both Luke and Finn had died over thirty times.

Not only was Luke mentally shattered, but his teammates were also on the verge of breaking.

Their jungler and mid laner had been slaughtered countless times.

Meanwhile, The Berserkers' ADC had been completely shut down by Silas and the rest of Team MRX.

When the mental boom hit, the instinct to surrender followed.

The moment a surrender vote popped up on the screen, Luke cursed furiously.

"Which psycho initiated a surrender?"

His teammates fell silent.

The match was unplayable.

Dragging it out would only make them look more pathetic; it was better to end this hellish torture early.

All nine of their defensive towers had long been destroyed by Team MRX.

Silas led his team to strip the enemy jungle bare.

Taking down Baron after Baron.

The Berserkers were either clearing minion waves or dying on their way to clear them, repeatedly getting crushed by super minions.

Once they had farmed everything, Silas and his team just loitered around the enemy base, enjoying the show.

What show?

The spectacle of Luke and Finn being brutally murdered over and over again.

Did they try to group up and counterattack?

Impossible!

Maeve never gave them the chance to assemble as a full team.

By this point, even The Berserkers' die-hard fans had given up hope.

The game had dragged on for fifty excruciating minutes.

The Berserkers' internal monologue: Please, we beg you, just destroy the nexus.

Team MRX: Nope, not gonna do it. Come fight us if you have the guts. If not, surrender.

The live stream chat was entirely flooded with spam: Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!

At first, it was just the jungler, ADC, and mid laner who resisted the vote.

But when the surrender prompt popped up for the hundredth time, the ADC and jungler couldn't take it anymore.

They couldn't fight back. It was completely hopeless.

But before she did, she was determined to completely uproot the Grover Group and return Charlie's heart to where it belonged.

"Maeve, did you get a little too bloodthirsty just now?"

Silas had noticed her intense shift just as Andres had.

Maeve shot Silas a reassuring smile.

"It's been a long time since I got to massacre people this freely. I guess I got a little excited."

In truth, it had nothing to do with the game.

But there was no need for Silas to know that.

As soon as the second match started, Maeve threw out another taunt.

"That last game took fifty minutes. We dragged it out too long."

"I thought the 'gods' of The Berserkers would actually give me a challenge."

"Turns out, your skills are nothing special."

"Bullying the weak is really boring."

"So, I'm sticking to my old rule. I'll end this match in six minutes."

"What do you say, Fourth Grover? Are you going to surrender at six minutes, or am I going to beat you until you do?"