They would find the worn controller—drift on the left stick, a cracked bumper—and queue into Nexus Arena , the world’s last living MOBA. He didn’t choose a hero. He didn’t need to. The system had learned him.
Auto Pick Ryl. He never queued alone. He just queued for someone who couldn’t queue back. Auto Pick Ryl
That’s what his teammates saw in champion select: a greyed-out portrait, a locked-in support named . No chat. No pings. But perfect rotations. Flawless vision. A level of mechanical grace that made strangers whisper, “Is this a bot? Or a ghost?” They would find the worn controller—drift on the