In the midst of an immense forest, with trees that bent and formed various shapes, and an abundance of flowers and fruits, an explosion occurred at its center, turning an area that was once lush into a desert. Nine people, each wielding a weapon, ran towards the young man with green eyes and black hair. He wore a reddish-coral vest beneath a white armor detailed in red and black, which crossed at the back like a shield, pierced by a scythe.

A young man with black hair, his face completely masked, wore a jacket matching the colors of his armor and black jeans. He sighed as he sat in front of his computer, staring at the screen with glazed eyes. His fingers moved so swiftly they surprised the blond-haired young man beside him wore the same attire.

' How can he have such APM... It always astonishes me ' thought a member of Dmitry's team.

With a swift motion of a dagger in hand, the young man defended against the swordsman from the opposing team, turning the dagger's blade to the side and slicing his neck. The swordsman's body vanished.

Leaping back and deflecting blows from massive hammers, he faced Tank in black armor wielding two large mallets, striking one of his daggers, which were easily caught with one of the opponent's hammers.

"Wait, what?" Tank exclaimed, seeing the young man crouched in front of him with arms crossed, holding two daggers, cutting through the armor and executing a sequence of thirty-seven consecutive strikes, hitting his exposed chest and causing him to lose all life and disappear.

"How? We were so close to winning and Dmitry shows up," spoke a young man with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a jacket depicting a frozen rose, staring at the computer screen and seeing four consecutive death notices for his team.

Dmitry defended against a lance blow with his arm since his daggers had reached their limit and shattered.

"The title this year is ours," the lancer declared, pulling back his spear and vanishing from Dmitry's view, who was caught off guard and received a blast of fire from the witch who had stopped healing the lancer and cast a spell.

Dmitry watched his life quickly dwindling, undoing his face, perhaps smiling, "Next year might be yours, I'm sorry, but I won't be giving you this year's."

In the game, Dmitry emerged from the shadows behind the mage, slashing her throat, making her character vanish. The lancer struck Dmitry in the belly, throwing him away. Dmitry hit a tree and fell to the ground. He realized he had only thirteen health points left, but the burning effect had stopped.

Dmitry conjured a shadow dagger as he faced the lancer, clashing spear with dagger, beginning a frenzied exchange of blows.

Dmitry turned the lance towards the ground, raising a cloud of dust, darting to the left side of the lancer, attacking his leg. Dmitry was stopped by the dagger thrown by the lancer, making a cut that crossed his chest down to his waist.

The lancer slammed the lance's handle on the ground, reacting to the attack, but the lance's blade fell heavily to the ground, creating a massive crack. He would die after finishing the attack with Dmitry behind him. He saw that his life had reached zero from the small cuts he received in the exchange of blows, hastening the process with Dmitry's final attack on him.

"He had won from the beginning of the fight. It will be hard for anyone to knock him off the pedestal."