"I can do it! Sister Su—why… why are you stopping me?"

"Little brother, calm down. Calm down!" Su Lianxue crouched beside Ou Tao. Her hand slipped under his armpit, pressing his back. Bracing his side with her shoulder, she slowly helped him up. "You need rest. You've pushed yourself too hard for this event. I'm ordering you to log off—now."

"Someone! Fix the helmet and slot! Have the AI take over Rod's body!" Technicians rushed in from the doorway.

"The satellite—what about the satellite?"

"It held! No secondary damage!"

Ou Tao fixed his bloodshot eyes on Su Lianxue, frustration burning in his gaze. Then, gradually calming, he joked half-heartedly, "Is this… a humiliating way to go off-stream?"

"Come on. Leave the rest to them. I'll take you outside for air. I've already called a private doctor." Su Lianxue guided him out the door.

After just a few steps, Ou Tao steadied himself. "No need. When I was a kid, grinding solo left me seeing double from low blood sugar. Just need to eat. Order takeout—I mean, chefs are off duty anyway."

"Pfft! Don't underestimate Sister Su! With me here, you think I'd let you eat takeout?"

At the cafeteria, the moment Ou Tao sat, Sister Su launched into cosplay—this time, full maid mode.

Black mini-skirt and blouse beneath a white patterned apron. A matching hair clip. Sheer white thigh-highs, black heels. She raised an index finger, tilted her head, lifted one foot behind her. "Master~ What would you like for dinner tonight?"

Usually the icy, aloof CEO, Su Lianxue now struck a coquettish pose. Thanks to her actress background and cosplay skill, every gesture and expression mirrored a devoted, obedient maid.

"Hey… are you messing with me?" Ou Tao rubbed his temples, blinked, rubbed his eyes again. "A billionaire CEO in a maid outfit? How am I supposed to boss *you* around?"

"Play along! In a real shoot, the director would've kicked you out already!" Su Lianxue's smile vanished—faster than flipping a page. Sweet maid grin one second, disdainful frown the next.

Ou Tao clicked his tongue, propped his chin on one hand. "Fine. What's to eat here?"

"Right away, Master! Please review the menu!" She handed him the menu, pinched her skirt hem, crossed her ankles, and gave a slight curtsy with a bow.

Ou Tao stared. This was the same woman who casually hugged him or pinned him against walls. Now, demurely curtsying—thighs glimpsed as she bent forward. He swallowed hard.

He took the menu. "Burger. Cake. Milk."

"Hey! These were prepped earlier—just need reheating! Dressed like *that*, I thought you'd cook!"

"Less talk, Master~" Su Lianxue tilted her head, sweet smile intact. "You're weak. Or shall I call guards to pin you down… and feed you?"

Ou Tao pictured it: tied to a chair, her smiling sweetly while forking cake into his mouth. He knew—she'd absolutely do it.

"Just… the cake."

"Right away, Master!" She sat across from him and signaled the guards to prepare it.

"Hey!" Ou Tao couldn't hold back. "So you just wanted to wear the outfit? Even reheating and serving is guard duty?"

"Tch!" Su Lianxue turned away, legs crossed. "No fun. Zero 'boss me around' energy. Zero dominance vibe."

"What weird request is *that*?"

"I just wanted you to relax! Who knew you'd stay this worked up?"

"How *not* be worked up? That dark elf stole the Soul Grass, and I—" Ou Tao looked away. "So humiliating. I'm the world champion."

He clenched his shirt hem. "I must've disappointed so many… the planners, investors, POV observers… even you, Sister Su."

He remembered: online harassment never stopped for people like him—especially top-tier players.

Any tiny mistake? Screenshotted. Turned into memes, shorts. Spread endlessly.

Headlines like *"Ou Tao Disappoints," "Ou Tao Shames Chinese Players," "He Doesn't Represent All Sword-Style Characters"*—clickbait, he knew. Still, he felt he shouldn't have slipped.

But… is anyone truly undefeated? Humans have limits.