His crosshair drifted not to the chest, but to the precise pixel where the neck meets the collarbone—the "hitbox lock." A single burst from his G36C chewed through the space. Thwip. Thwip. THWIP. Each round was a magnet. LilMack10 ragdolled before his shotgun pump even finished.
This was the "Best" part. The part he'd record and upload with a dubstep intro.
He stood in the open. No cover. No fear. Four Serpents rushed him from the apartments. A fifth drove a stolen Camaro straight at him.
Kai tried to move his mouse. His character spun in a perfect, impossible 360-degree arc, then aimed at the sky. His own health bar appeared in the corner.
The aimlock did a dance. Head. Head. Torso. Head. It swapped targets between each bullet, faster than any pro player could track. The driver's hitbox locked through the windshield. The car swerved, driver dead, and crashed into a gas pump.
The screen flickered. Not the usual static of a bad connection, but the deep, hungry pulse of a cheat menu loading. Kai, known in the brutal streets of "Da Hood" only as Ghost_6ix , leaned forward. His reflection in the monitor was a pale mask, eyes hollowed by sleepless nights and the thirst for a crown he couldn't earn legitimately.
