Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen novel Chapter 375

A brief silence fell over the rooftop.

The two people standing there, along with the person on the other end of the call, didn't say a word for a moment.

Online comments started pouring in:

— "Redefining a team, huh?"

— "You like Eileen? Seriously? Are you out of your mind?"

— "Such a nice guy, but he's a fool."

— "Shouldn't your focus be on the kid who claims to be Eileen's mentor? What kind of relationship do they have anyway?"

— "Just a mentor? I have one too."

— "I have seven or eight mentors, male and female, young and old—you name it."

— "The only reason I find a mentor is to marry one of them!"

— "What are you guys even talking about?"

— "We're discussing games. In this modern world, where else can you find mentors besides in games? This kid seems like a gaming addict, probably met Eileen in a game and became her mentor there."

— "He claims to be Eileen's mentor, and Eileen hesitated, conflicted, and then denied it, saying she doesn't know him. Clearly, they met online and hadn't seen each other until now. This kid said he joined the show just for Eileen, probably knowing she's a celebrity and wanting to make a connection. Bit of a fanboy, if you ask me."

— "But I kind of like this squinty-eyed kid. He's got skills—three headshots in one go!"

— "At the end of the day, it's just an airsoft gun. This show is still a game, and people who regularly play paintball may have an advantage over real soldiers because the weight and impact of airsoft guns and bullets are different."

— "It seems like Eileen is a weapon enthusiast, and this kid is into paintball, so they probably became mentor and mentee in the game."

— "Wow, you guys are so informed! I was shocked at first, thinking I'd stumbled upon something huge! But your analysis calmed me down."

— "So now, are we ignoring the fact that neither Eileen nor Egbert is denying the 'wife' title?"

— "Huh? Denying what?"

— "Romantic Revelations isn't finished yet; they're still publicly 'together.' Aurora and Calvert are also interacting, and Sylvia and Hobson Miller were seen vacationing together. It's all part of the show's marketing."

Egbert's call didn't last long.

Once Dick was rescued, the host cut the temporary line.

Since it was a live broadcast, they wouldn't allow unrelated parties to interfere with the recording.

As her watch returned to normal, Eileen suppressed the irritation bubbling inside her.

She picked up the sniper rifle and aimed it at the targets below.

The young man beside her called out, "Sweetheart..."

Eileen's voice was icy, "Call me by my name!"

The boy pouted, looking rather upset, but still managed to say, "Eileen."

Eileen: "..."

Eileen's eyes narrowed in displeasure, "Use my full name!"

The boy refused, standing up indignantly, "I want to use a nickname! A special one only I can use!"

Eileen squinted at him, her expression frosty.

The boy thought for a moment, then said, "Daisy."

Eileen: "..."

The boy blinked, asking, "Is that one okay? Your brother's called Bubba."

Eileen: "..."

Eileen didn't know what NightKing was feeling, but her emotions...

She really wanted to wring her mentor's neck!

Though Daisy did sound a bit better than Bubba!

Because the safe zone had shrunk, the blizzard refresh time shortened to every half hour.

Her watch indicated that the safe zone had shrunk once more.

Eileen grabbed her gear bag, slung the sniper rifle over her shoulder, and headed downstairs.

By this time, it was getting dark.

When the final safe zone appeared, it would likely be pitch black, making the outcome of the battle unpredictable.

Eileen led the way.

The boy lowered his head, fiddling with the rooster's claws, staying silent.

Eileen sighed, "I need to figure out their positions."

It was dark, and the three squads were well-hidden. Spotting them by sight alone was challenging, especially with the difficulty of shooting reflexively.

Eileen needed the target to reveal their position so she could take the shot.

The young lad stared at Eileen, a bit dazed, and muttered, “Huh?”

Eileen glanced at the oversized turkey he was holding, the one she'd been annoyed with for ages, and said, “Send the turkey to scout ahead.”

The boy blinked, looking down at the turkey's red wattle.

After a moment of contemplation between his feathered friend and Eileen, he chose Eileen.

He set the turkey down on the ground, giving it a gentle nudge. “Go on, Iron.”

The turkey, already itching for freedom, didn't need to be told twice. It flapped its wings and happily trotted off, blissfully unaware of the dangers lurking around.

As it ran, it let out a series of gleeful gobbles.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Suddenly, gunshots erupted from all directions!

The three vigilant teams had heard the suspicious noise and were now firing indiscriminately in that direction!

“Gobble-gobble-gobble!”

The turkey was caught off guard, squawking in distress as it stumbled.

The boy's eyes widened in shock, and he shouted, “Iron, come ba—”

“Whizz!”

The boy fell silent.

The airsoft guns didn't have quite the punch, so the turkey lingered on, suffering. Eileen, unable to stand it any longer, took a clean shot, putting the turkey out of its misery.

The boy stared at where the turkey had fallen, his face a mix of grief and regret, before turning to his companion, Daisy Lopez.

Daisy gave him a consoling pat on the shoulder, her voice somber. “Let's pick up Iron later. We can roast him; he’ll still be good for dinner.”