Chapter 102: Chapter 96: Unconvinced? Let’s Battle After Dinner

After Aurora Sinclair left, the room fell silent, as if someone had pressed a mute button.

Leigh Miles glanced at the suddenly quiet group, thinking her senior sister had broken some rule of dining etiquette. She immediately stood up. “I’ll go get her back…”

“No need,” Alvin Morgan replied coolly. “Let her take the call.”

As soon as Alvin Morgan spoke, the atmosphere in the dining room gradually came back to life.

To liven things up, Arthur Lockwood feigned curiosity and asked, “Why does your senior sister use the song ’Goodbye’ as her ringtone?”

Leigh Miles pointed at Darius Lynch. “Because of him…”

The moment she said that, Susan Warner’s expression changed. She shot a nervous glance at Alvin Morgan, terrified that a family war was about to erupt.

But Leigh Miles didn’t notice and continued, “Jean said that as one of the ’Ice Creams,’ we have to be able to sing the fan anthems. My senior sister is tone-deaf, so Jean changed her ringtone to this to make her practice in her spare time…”

“PFFT—” One of the Morgan brothers couldn’t help but spray his drink, earning a cold glare from Alvin Morgan. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth and lowered his head like an obedient child.

The last time in the group chat, a short video Beta Morgan had recorded nearly made them laugh themselves sick. Thinking back on it, the tune was a total earworm.

Darius Lynch’s face darkened. He could almost imagine a row of crows flying overhead.

’Is Aurora Sinclair sure she isn’t one of my anti-fans?’

***

A few minutes later, Aurora Sinclair walked back into the room.

Leigh Miles asked, “Senior Sister, who was that on the phone for so long?”

“Someone from the Conquest of Glory open qualifiers…”

“Oh, are they calling to tell you about the match?”

Aurora Sinclair nodded. “July 28th.”

Hearing this, Arthur Lockwood’s eyes lit up. He asked curiously, “Aurora, you play Conquest of Glory too? Which district are you on, and what’s your level?”

Aurora Sinclair thought for a moment before giving a short reply. “District Twelve, Level 40.”

“Why don’t you come to District One? We’re all there. We could even help you level up.”

Arthur Lockwood extended a warm invitation, but Aurora Sinclair shook her head. She glanced at Alvin Morgan and said very seriously, “I have to power-level Morgan.”

Before she even finished speaking, there was a CLATTER as Arthur Lockwood’s chopsticks fell onto his plate.

The few veteran gamers in the room instantly lost their composure. They stared at Alvin Morgan, their faces flushed with excitement and their eyes filled with sheer ecstasy.

Back in the day, Summoner White had been the war god they all worshipped. His unpredictable moves and ever-changing summoned weapons made those punks from Crestland tremble in fear at the mere mention of his name.

As one of Alvin Morgan’s biggest fans, Arthur Lockwood shot to his feet, slammed his hands on the table, and shouted, “Morgan, you’re back in the game?”

Flynn Morgan, who was standing by the dining room entrance, was just as excited. He jabbed Dean Morgan beside him and whispered, “Dixon, did you know about this?”

Dean Morgan stole a glance at Alvin Morgan and nodded, whispering back, “Mr. Beta has been leveling his alternate account for him.”

This sent another wave of excitement through the gamers in the Morgan family. They shot Dean Morgan accusing looks and grumbled, “Why didn’t you tell us sooner? We’ve been holding down the fort in District One this whole time…”

The Morgan brothers were nearly all OG players from District One. Back in the day, they had followed Alvin Morgan’s Summoner and dominated the game, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

After Alvin Morgan achieved legendary status in the international arena, they even created a guild in District One named after him—[Divine Whitlock]—which they’ve been running ever since.

Although the guild was small, with only a few dozen members, every single one was a legendary figure from District One in its prime. You could pick any one of them at random, and they’d have a long list of achievements to their name.

Many of them had gone on to become managers, coaches, major investors, or senior commentators for popular pro teams, becoming major players in the esports circle. Yet, by some tacit agreement, they all remained in the guild, as if waiting for the return of the Summoner who had once stunned the world.

As one of the old guard, Arthur Lockwood was naturally among them.

Years ago, Alvin Morgan had put together a team called DAF to compete in the first Conquest of Glory International Esports Tournament. But during the national qualifiers, a crisis struck the Morgan Family. Master Morgan urgently recalled Alvin, and three days later, he announced his withdrawal from the team. He never logged into the game again.

Without Alvin Morgan, DAF was on the verge of disbanding. Arthur Lockwood found this a shame, so he took over the team, funding and managing it himself ever since.

Arthur Lockwood had always hoped Alvin Morgan would return to the game, even if just for a single guest match. He longed to once again witness the unstoppable prowess of the legendary White, but it had remained a distant dream.

***

Alvin Morgan glanced at him but didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to Aurora Sinclair. “What made you decide to enter the open qualifiers?”

“Prize money.”

Alvin Morgan paused, taken aback.

Leigh Miles’s eyes sparkled as she added, “The winner of the open qualifiers gets a prize of 50,000 yuan!” While speaking, she pulled out her phone, found a picture Zeke Quincy had sent her, and showed it to Alvin Morgan.

Everyone: “…”

’Aren’t these two getting a little ahead of themselves?’

As the official spokesperson for Conquest of Glory, Darius Lynch knew just how brutal the competition was. He laughed. “That prize money won’t be easy to get…”

Even though it was an open qualifier that any amateur could join, the players who actually placed were almost always prospective trainees already scouted by major teams.

Their skills were far superior to the average player’s, and they were all high-ranking players in the game’s PvP leaderboards. The open qualifiers were essentially a recruitment ground for the major teams to find fresh talent, making it incredibly difficult to win the championship.

But Leigh Miles had absolute faith in Aurora Sinclair. Without a shred of doubt that she could lose, she replied proudly, “It’s fine. My senior sister is skilled. She’ll definitely take first place.”

Darius Lynch was speechless. He simply walked to an empty chair and sat down.

The others felt the same way. None of them believed Aurora Sinclair was skilled enough to win the championship, and they pursed their lips dismissively.

But Alvin Morgan stated bluntly, “All of you combined couldn’t beat her.”

His words instantly ignited the competitive spirit and defiance of the old-school players from District One.

Alvin Morgan coolly scanned the group of players, who were now itching for a fight, and chuckled. “Not convinced? We’ll settle it after dinner!”

***

Alvin Morgan’s seaside villa had a massive game room. Yvonne Whitlock had it specially designed for the next generation, and now this group was reaping the benefits.

Aurora Sinclair and Arthur Lockwood sat at opposite ends of a long computer desk, each in front of a PC.

A dozen or so people crowded around Aurora Sinclair and Arthur Lockwood, ready to spectate.

Susan Warner, who loved being in the middle of the action, sat beside Aurora Sinclair, beaming as she watched her screen.

’She had originally worried there would be a rift between her youngest son and her grandson, but now it seemed she had been completely mistaken.’

’Aurora Sinclair didn’t seem to have much interest in her youngest son. Compared to those rabid “Ice Creams,” she was practically a casual bystander, not even as enthusiastic as Leigh Miles! Now she could play matchmaker for her grandson and Aurora without any reservations.’

At this thought, Susan Warner deliberately leaned a little closer to Aurora Sinclair. When she saw Aurora shift slightly toward Alvin Morgan, she was immensely satisfied.

Meanwhile, Alvin Morgan, sitting on Aurora Sinclair’s other side, noticed the “Level 40” text above Master Rory’s character. He looked up at the others and said coolly, “Aurora’s current level isn’t high enough to enter The Grand Arena. Does anyone have an assassin account she can borrow?”

The men across from them exchanged glances for a moment before one asked hesitantly, “Boss, what about a different class?”

Alvin Morgan asked, “Can she win with a different class?”

Aurora Sinclair nodded. “Yeah…”

Her simple affirmation just made the Morgan brothers roll up their sleeves again, fired up and determined to defeat her in the game to redeem their pride.

Just as the showdown was about to begin, Dean Morgan, who usually blended into the background, suddenly spoke up. “Boss, Mr. Beta has an assassin account.”

Alvin Morgan asked reflexively, “Where is he?”

A complicated look flickered in Dean Morgan’s eyes as he reminded him, “Still down at the beach… catching crabs.”

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