He corrected, landing a clean burst to the chest. The enemy’s core turned white-hot. And then it happened.

And when you kill it, it doesn’t explode.

By the fifth round, he was top-fragging. By the tenth, the enemy team was typing “report flame guy” in global chat. But Leo didn’t care. He was no longer playing a tactical shooter. He was playing a pyrotechnic rhythm game.

His team’s voice chat exploded. “What the hell was that? Did you lag-switch?” someone yelled. Another player typed in all-caps: HACKER?