Ryan Clark, also known as Ryan the Wanderer.

　　Of course, you can also call him Pianist, Imperial Hawkeye, Demolition Genius, Warlord Vic, or Sniper King.

　　A homegrown prodigy who fell from grace at the "Battle of the Gods" FPS World Championship, he originally never wanted to touch FPS games again, but unexpectedly came across PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

　　So, between dreams and reality, Ryan Clark picked up that 98K.

　　In this story, there are passionate competitions, heartwarming daily life, hilarious teammates...

　　And a little sister deeply immersed in the world of anime, streaming live!

Volume One: Awakening from the Dream

Chapter One: Onii-chan and Little Tong-chan!

　　The overhead lights were a bit dazzling.

　　In his ears was a thunderous roar of cheers!

　　Where is this?

　　Ryan Clark instinctively raised his hand to shield his forehead. Through his fingers, through the countless streamers fluttering down from above the stage... he saw, at the competition seats on the left side of the stage, a black-haired, black-eyed boy wearing a black mask, hunched over in front of a computer, his shoulders trembling slightly.

　　And on the four chairs beside him sat four other boys who looked a bit older, all with expressionless faces.

　　You could say, the atmosphere in that small area was so dead, as if forgotten, completely out of place with the wild celebration in the vast arena.

　　Staring blankly at the boy slumped over the computer, Ryan Clark suddenly felt he looked familiar.

　　He instinctively wanted to get closer, to see more clearly...

　　But just then, a group of reporters carrying long and short cameras suddenly rushed past him, all swarming to the front of the stage and frantically taking photos of the other side's competition seats.

　　Through the crowd, he could vaguely see several blond, blue-eyed young men standing up at the competition seats on the other side of the stage, smiling and waving at the cameras and fans below.

　　In an instant, countless fans in the audience became restless, erupting in frenzied cheers, with many people leaving their seats and surging toward the stage.

　　In the surging crowd, Ryan Clark was jostled and nearly lost his footing.

　　In the chaos, he struggled to lift his head and glanced at the stage again.

　　At this moment, the boy in the black mask who had been slumped over the computer also happened to look up.

　　Their eyes met.

　　A pair of bloodshot eyes, tears gushing out like a dam breaking.

　　In that instant, Ryan Clark froze!

　　Those eyes were so familiar—he saw them several times a day.

　　Because, they were his own.

　　……

　　"My skin's still burning from your touch!"

　　"Oh I just can't get enough!"

　　Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang.

　　Ryan Clark jolted awake!

　　He looked around.

　　A white room, a clean bed.

　　A corner of the curtain near the bed was gently lifted by the wind, making a soft rustling sound.

　　Lights, stage, streamers, wild cheers, the most dazzling FPS "Battle of the Gods" in history...

　　In an instant, all of that seemed to fade into the distance.

　　"Dreaming again, damn it." Ryan Clark raised his hand to rub his forehead, letting out a soft laugh.

　　The next moment, he turned to look at the phone on the bedside table, which was vibrating and playing a ringtone. The caller ID displayed the name "Little Grace".

　　This girl, did she forget her keys again?

　　Ryan Clark rubbed his chin, muttering to himself, then casually picked up the phone and swiped the screen to answer.

　　"Hello! What's up?"

　　……

　　Silence...

　　……

　　No one seemed to speak on the other end, but he could faintly hear soft breathing.

　　He called out a few times, waited about ten seconds, but still no response.

　　Ryan Clark wasn't the patient type, so he couldn't help but say, "If you don't say anything, I'm hanging up."

　　"No... don't!" a soft, crisp voice sounded on the other end.

　　"This little brat," Ryan Clark grumbled inwardly, then said irritably, "Finally willing to talk, huh? What is it?"

　　Another bout of silence on the other end...

　　After a while, just as Ryan Clark was about to hang up in annoyance, a timid voice finally came through, "Op... open the door."

　　She really did forget her keys again!

　　Hearing this, Ryan Clark was instantly exasperated.

　　But in the next moment, he chuckled mischievously.

　　He pressed the phone to his ear and said cheekily, "Hmm... I can open the door, but you have to call me something nice, like... big brother, or onii-chan works too."

　　Silence again on the other end.

　　A moment later, the busy tone sounded.

　　The call was hung up!

　　Hey!

　　This little brat! Is it really that hard to call me big brother?

　　Ryan Clark pinched his own face, wondering if he was really that unlikable.

　　Back when he first started college, didn't a bunch of upperclassmen girls fight to help him move his stuff?

　　Could it be that his face only works on older girls, but is immune to lolis?