Chapter 1

A yawn escapes the lips of Feyi as she scrolls through her mailbox.

"Same old. Same old," she mutters and sighs.

For the past couple of months, she had applied and re-applying to various outlets for job opportunities.

She graduated later than usual at the age of 24 as she kept on changing schools as a result of her poor grades and severe bullying that she suffered.

Although she finished up her Youth Service, she still did not get any viable job opportunities. She has gone to various companies only to get rejected.

One expected her family connections to help since her family is one of the richest families in the country. Her father, Chief Adekunle Badmus was murdered in a rather suspicious manner when she was only 6 years old and her older sister Rachel was in living in London at the time.

Her poor mother, Chief Mrs Atinuke Badmus went through so much. The woman had to fend for her daughters when no one was willing to help them. It is things like this that makes Feyi determined to help her mother.

She herself does not understand what is wrong. The only little clue that she has is that one day when she was 5 years old, she had a sudden breakdown in class and was very hysterical and was on the verge of tears and had to be hospitalized immediately, something that worried her family.

"FEYI!!"

The girl panics inwardly upon hearing that dreaded sound. She knows what that means and she absolutely fucking hates it.

"Yes, mummy...." she replies as she gets off her seat and heads towards her mother's bedroom.

She and her mother still live in the old family home in Ikoyi. Some of her dad's relatives once tried to force her and her mother onto the streets. Good thing the then Governor of Lagos state intervened and stopped the madness.

The woman sighs at the girl who has a worried look on her face. What could possibly be wrong?

"Feyi. I cannot find my purse."

"EH?! But Mamma I saw it with you not too long ago."

"Are you sure?" The girl nods. The woman sighs and head back inside.

Feyi immediately leaves the room and heads to her room. Compared to her sister, she is the tomboy and the resident nerd of the family as illustrated by the various gaming and sci-fi posters on the walls in her room. Also, she was quite an untidy individual as shown with the many books thrown around and her unlaid bed.

Enough reason for people to nag and pressure her to be a certain way. She takes in a deep breath as she begins to sob.

"What do I do Lord?"

She continues to cry her heart out till she had no more tears left. Once she had finished, she heads to the kitchen to make herself some cup of tea in the hopes that it would calm her down.

Stuff like that barely does that but it's the least she could do since she has no job whatsoever.

Just then her phone beeps. Pulling the device out, she scrolls through and rolls her eyes upon seeing the usual social media feeds.

"Forgot about those."

She continues to browse through Twitter when she stumbles upon a very colorful advertisement for a game called Valkyrie. She then sighs as a flood of memories return to her.

When she was 14, she played a famous American MOBA game called Valkyrie. The game was the rage at the time and was played by almost every Nigerian kid at the time. She smiles fondly at the memories.

She then takes a good look at the advert and discovers that Valkyrie had just created a brand new server for the African fans. She then smirks. "I suspose I should return to this hell huh?"

Without hesitation, she goes to the website and downloads the client for the African server and installs it onto her laptop.

It is a game where five players each in designated roles have to reach the enemy's nexus and take down towers and gain exp via killing minions and killing the enemy team whilst they are at it. Once the download was done, she begins to install it onto her laptop. A rush of excitement oozes through her as she watches the game download.

She had always been good at games since she was a kid, always beating her friends, sister, and cousins at every single game imaginable. So Valkyrie wasn't that much of a problem initially till the ranked season begins that is.

She stopped playing after reaching Level 70 because the in-game toxicity from her then-classmates and the non-stop grinding system stressed her out. She ended up in Bronze V, the lowest level imaginable. Despite her best efforts, she always remained hard stuck.

When asked to created a username, she types in EbonyKnight. When asked for her role, she selects Mage/Midlane. This role has always been her go-to role and the role she tends to win most matches with. She occasionally dabbles into the support role.

There are five major roles in the game; Top Lane, Mid Lane, Support, ADC and Jungle. Midlaners tend to be the more powerful laners in the team as they deal a lot of damage but can be squishy at times. She immediately choose the champion that she is well known for using, Angel. She smiles as soon as she sees the champion on screen. "Oh how I have missed you."

She is taken to the tutorial screen and gets to work. After skimming through the tutorial levels and she begins proper gameplay in Level 4, she begins to relax since her past experience from the American server came in handy, enabling her to easily level up. Once she hit level 10, she began to play ranked again.

After a couple games in, she ended up as a Silver I ranked player. Once she was done for the day, she shuts down her laptop and goes back to her room to take a good nap with a huge smile on her face.

Little did she know that her journey has just begun.