Chapter 4: No More Doubt—Na Me Be Oga

Next few games, na so I dey dominate.

E don turn routine. Any server I enter, na so I dey carry match. Na like when MFM prayer warrior enter shrine—nobody fit stand.

Enemy team no get work, just dey call me cheater for chat.

I dey laugh. "If to say una dey my area, I for buy una suya make una calm down."

After I do another spray transfer, my roommates just open mouth dey look.

Room captain mouth dey open like tap. "Guy, you sure say you be my friend? Or you don exchange body?"

Room captain even waka come my desk, dey check my setup up and down.

E bend, look under table, check my mouse DPI, even sniff my mousepad. "Jide, you no dey run beta software? Abi you don dey use controller?"

After e confirm say I no dey run any hack, the way e dey look me be like say I be alien.

I laugh, say, "Abeg, commot for here. Na food I chop na. Make you too chop like me."

Truth be say, me sef confuse pass am.

For my mind, I dey reason, "If na dream, make I wake. If na jazz, who I offend?"

That night, after my guys sleep, I waka go game café alone to test my theory.

I no want make my roommates dey monitor me. I pack my mouse, wear hoodie, waka go midnight café for gate side. Place dey hot, but boys dey focus. No distraction.

I buy gala and La Casera, settle down for midnight grind. I play all night. Before morning, I don move from C+ reach B+, no lose any match.

For my mind, I dey reason say na world record I dey break. Even café manager dey hail me, say, "Omo, you get star for head."

My match history na only MVP. I dey average more than four kills per round.

Scoreboard red. My avatar always first. People dey crowd behind me, dey whisper. Na so one girl sef come check, say, "Bros, you be real?"

E be like say I dey bully five bots alone.

Match after match, na so enemy team dey rage quit. Na only me and ghost dey for server sometimes.

Other players just dey call me cheater or dey accuse me say I dey use small account. I no send—e just confirm wetin I dey suspect.

I just dey shake head, dey smile. "If dem no call you witch for village, you never try."

The skill level for "Perfect Gunfight" don drop—serious one.

No be small. I dey feel say maybe na curse, but e sweet me small because na only me dey run things now.

With this, to reach Demon King S rank go be small thing.

I dey plan make I dey climb, dey collect all the rewards, maybe even use am take find babe.

I return hostel, plan catch some sleep before I continue later.

For my mind, I dey run statistics. "If I play steady for two more days, I go reach S rank. From there, na pro invitation straight."

But as I wake, my roommate send me video link.

I rub my eye, collect e phone. "Guy, see as dem dey drag you online."

I click am. Na one popular anti-cheat guy don do video on my matches last night, post am online.

Na so my face dey everywhere. Even my voice dey inside the clips. My chest tight small.

This guy, "Big Baba Kudi," get mad following.

I dey hear of am before. Baba na legend for expose people wey dey run things for backdoor. People dey respect am like say na EFCC for gaming world.

He analyze everything I do, frame by frame, talk say na wallhack, aimbot, headlock I dey use.

I dey watch with mouth open. He dey rewind, dey zoom, dey draw red circle like American movie detective.

"My people, if this guy no dey cheat, I go chop..."

He pause, smile, look camera. Comments just dey fly. My mind dey cut.

"See as e dey pre-aim, dey shoot through wall, no even try hide."

He dey replay kill feed, dey analyze my spray. I dey sweat, even though I know say na pure skill.

"And those flick shots. Even the best pros no fit do am again."

He dey talk like say he dey see my heart. My phone dey vibrate nonstop with notification.

The video gather one million views overnight.

The thing don trend finish. Even my sister for Abuja send me screenshot, dey ask, "Na you be this?" My chest dey pound.

The comments and replies all dey sure say I dey cheat.

Dem even open Telegram group just to roast me, people dey drop my meme with goat head. People dey drop meme, dey do remix of my gameplay with juju music. I dey laugh, but my body dey pepper me.

"Cheat clear. Or e no clear? Make we watch again."

"Na witchcraft be this. Even Messi no dey play ball like this."

"This guy stat negative two weeks ago, now e don turn beast?"

People dey analyze my old record, dey compare. Na so Naija people dey quick investigate.

"See headlock, platform no even ban am?"

Na so dem dey tag game devs, dey report me.

"Na why Naija no fit win FPS."

One guy drop, "See? This na why oyinbo no dey take us serious."

"This game don spoil finish."

Some dey cry, say dem go uninstall game. The drag no get part two.

E even worse, dem find my squad games with my roommates, come roast them join.

My guys dey beg, "Abeg, no be us. Na Jide dey run show, we sef dey suffer." I just dey reply them, say make dem chill, things go clear.