I Harvest the Reverse Harem My Roommate Built With My Identity Chapter 09

I Harvest the Reverse Harem My Roommate Built With My Identity Chapter 09

The match officially began. Stacy had changed into our team uniform and stood in the front row of the family section below the stage. She waved a glow stick and cheered for us at the top of her lungs.

Our opponents were Crown Hunters, a veteran powerhouse that had held the championship title for three consecutive seasons. In the grueling BO5 format, the series was pushed to a 2-2 tie.

It all came down to the most suffocating final game.

At the 25-minute mark, the battle over the dragon that would decide the match began.

Crown Hunters changed their game plan and committed fully to a single target, locking onto me, the core mage of our team. As soon as the fight began, their four frontline players emerged from the bushes in the fog of war, unleashing a coordinated barrage of crowd control skills from every direction.

“Heather! Flash now!” Lewis shouted urgently through the headset.

“Ignore me!”

I stared intently at the screen, executing rapid blind inputs on the keyboard.

“Shadowfang, go for their marksman. Reviver, save your ultimate for Lewis!”

I didn’t back off at all. Instead, I pushed directly into their full burst damage. My health bar collapsed in an instant, leaving only

a razor-thin sliver.

Just as Crown Hunters believed they had secured the kill and were about to pivot toward the dragon, I triggered the eight-input combo that I had memorized, executing a precise 0.8-second sequence flawlessly under the extreme pressure of a professional

match.

“Frostworld!”

A massive ice-blue dragon erupted from my staff and roared as it surged into the sky, and the force of absolute zero froze all four opponents solid in place.

“Now. Finish them!” I said coldly.

Shadowfang, who had been lying in wait, burst into action like a ghost. His dagger gleamed with a cold flash as he instantly eliminated their exposed marksman in two clean strikes.

With Reviver’s ultimate shielding him at the last second, Lewis charged in like a war god. His blade carved through the frozen battlefield as he systematically cleaned up the low-health enemies locked in place by my control.

“Double kill!”

“Triple kill!”

“Wiped out!”

The system’s female announcer echoed across the arena as the eliminations were confirmed, and the entire stadium erupted into thunderous, ear-splitting cheers.

Down below, Stacy jumped up and down in excitement. She had even screamed herself hoarse. Backed by our mid-lane super minions, we surged forward and steamrolled their high ground.

With a sharp, shattering sound, the enemy crystal exploded, and a golden “Victory” flashed across the screen.

We had done it. Crown Hunters’ reign had ended, and the national championship belonged to us.

As soon as I removed my noise-canceling headset, a golden shower of confetti filled the venue. Lewis and Shadowfang leapt to

their feet.

The typically composed men had tears in their eyes as they held each other close.

I leaned back in my gaming chair, looking up at the dazzling stage lights above, and let out a long breath as a faint, relieved smile appeared on my lips.

This was the ending I had earned.

On the night of the championship victory party, a towering champagne pyramid stood at the center of the private room, and the atmosphere was electric.

Suddenly, Lewis lifted a glass and walked straight toward me.

The cold, aloof “campus heartthrob” image he used to project had completely vanished. His gaze was intense.

“Heather, the league is over.”

He drew a deep breath and added, “I don’t want to stay just your teammate. I want to be your boyfriend.”

As soon as he finished, Shadowfang shoved him aside. The silver-haired rebel’s face turned red as he protested loudly, “There has to be a first-come, first-served rule here! I was the first one you beat into submission, Heather. If you are going to date anyone, it should be me!”

Reviver adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, smiling with an air of refined menace. “Heather, both my healing and my heart will be reserved for you alone from now on.”

Cyrus, who had been acting as a substitute and the team’s primary backer, walked over with a glass of red wine in hand. Beneath his deep, captivating eyes was a steady, self-assured resolve.

“My team, my captain, naturally belongs to me.”

I looked at the group of men surrounding me, each competing for my attention.

I swirled the champagne in my hand and allowed a faint smile to surface.

Men simply got in the way of my blade.

With the championship already secured, I wasn’t concerned. If they chose to pursue me, I would see how far they could go.