Mondstadt's predawn glow seeped through the Teyvat Internet Cafe's windows, casting neon reflections across the 300 rigs buzzing with Red Alert's relentless chaos, Liam launched Kimchi Country, his Black Hawk fighters gleamed with unmatched speed and firepower, "air rules this," he grinned, Diluc eyed him from the south, his pyro resolve a quiet blaze in the digital sprawl.
Liam puzzled over Kimchi's edge, "faster, tougher than Free Country's jets," he mused, "paratroopers flop," he chuckled at the irony, "kimchi devs flexed," his base unfolded swiftly, three dogs scampered out, "scout east, west," he ordered, one bolted to the middle island, "map's mine," his Sharingan flickered, the cafe pulsed with his seasoned rhythm.
Diluc picked Free Country, "paratroopers drop," he planned, built barracks fast, "scout early," his dogs raced, "middle oil," he aimed, Liam's dog met his on the south bridge, "Allied mark," Liam noted, "Diluc's sharp," he pulled back, "Esu flanks," he pegged Chef Mao and Albert, the rig's glow framed his veteran calm.
Chef Mao plodded with Esu, "slow build," he yawned, tanks rolled late, "newbie pace," Liam smirked. Albert mirrored him, "Rhinos stack," he typed, "push soon," his base hummed, "weak grasp," Liam judged, Diluc flew invaders, "probe, don't strike," he held, "middle clash," their dogs danced, Teyvat's cafe thrummed around them.
Liam's Black Hawks soared, "oil field's mine," he struck Diluc's paratroops, "boom, gone," his jets roared, "mine truck too," he added, Diluc's anti-air flared, "missiles up," he countered, "lost that," he grit, Liam's Mirage tanks waited, "camouflage kills," he ambushed, "Diluc's pinched," the LAN flared with their duel.
Action erupted, Diluc's paratroops landed, "middle hold," his Grizzlies rolled, Liam's jets dived, "Black Hawks shred," wings screamed, "troops ash," he grinned, Diluc's flak burst, "two down," he fought, "Mirage trap," Liam's tanks fired, "five out," Diluc retreated, "small mines left," the cafe roared with their clash.
Liam's spy satellite rose, "full view," he beamed, crack generators hummed, "jam them," he shielded, "resources flood," his base swelled, "no luck boxes," he sighed, Diluc's satellite followed, "blackout north," he cursed, "Liam's rich," he knew, "soft targets," he pivoted, the rig's pulse matched his strategic shift.
Diluc struck Albert, "Grizzlies lead," his tanks rumbled, Prism beams lanced, "air support," invaders soared, "rocket pilots," he added, Albert flailed, "south defense," he typed, "anti-air, now," he panicked, "why me," he wailed, Diluc's assault crushed, "base mine," he claimed Esu tech, Teyvat's night a forge for his bold move.
Liam hit Chef Mao, "Black Hawks swarm," jets darkened the sky, "all gone," he razed, "Esu tech," he took, "nuke silo," he grinned at Mao's climb, "ready-made," he built, Diluc's satellite caught it, "shadows everywhere," he grit, "anti-air rush," he scrambled, the cafe's glow fueled his rising dread.
Dialogue crackled, "tanks weak," Albert typed, "air kills," Liam shot back, "bridges choke," Chef Mao added, "blow them," Diluc growled, "nukes loom," Liam teased, "weather first," Diluc countered, "soft falls," Liam pressed, "watch this," their chat wove tension, "middle's key," the LAN buzzed with their fray.
Diluc's weather control spun, "storm ready," clouds gathered, Liam's lightning brewed, "faster," he struck, "thunder down," bolts smashed Diluc's device, "damn," he cursed, "buildings gone," he ached, Liam's silo opened, "nuke up," he taunted, "see it," Diluc braced, the cafe's pulse thundered with their duel.
Action peaked, Diluc's anti-air flared, "stop those jets," missiles flew, Liam's Black Hawks dodged, "too quick," he grinned, "nuke launches," the rocket rose, "base hit," Diluc watched, "white flash," steel melted, "mushroom blooms," shockwaves flattened, "done," his wish met, Teyvat's digital sea a blaze of his end.
A twist loomed, Liam's silo reset, "another," he mused, "overkill," he held, Diluc's ruins smoked, "learned," he vowed, "next time," his pyro soul stirred, "Fatui tech," he pondered, "mirrors this," he linked, "Mond arms," the cafe a crucible, "nukes teach," his mind raced with dark parallels.
Liam smirked, "easy win," his rig dimmed, "they're green," he judged. Diluc stood, "nuke's power," he marveled, "again soon," he vowed, Chef Mao slumped, "jets too much," he groaned, Albert whined, "unfair," he typed, "grow fast," Liam urged, the cafe's glow softened, Teyvat's night a canvas for their clash.
Emotion swelled, Diluc's loss stung yet spurred, "father's fight," his pyro heart burned, Liam's thrill pulsed, "cafe rules," his Sharingan glowed, Mondstadt's spirit flickered, "games forge," their saga shook Teyvat, "progress mine," Diluc's growth a rock, "nuke's lesson," his resolve deepened in the quiet dawn.
Diluc grinned, "Red evolves," his rig faded, "Mond waits," he vowed. Ayanami Rei nodded, "shift holds," her red eyes calm, "players rise," the cafe's pulse eased, "Traveler nears," Liam's door shimmered, "rest later," Diluc's all-nighter a blazing oath, Teyvat's wilds and LAN a dual dawn in his bold stride.
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