Chapter 79 – Is the Person Sitting in the Back Seat Unique?
During the players’ break, the big screen played highlights of each team’s past performances.
Before the tournament began, the organizers had collected the most popular plays from players in each region, compiled them, and arranged for them to be screened during the intermission.
After a long commercial break, the AVG segment finally arrived, showcasing the most dazzling moments from the players’ careers.
On the screen, Tree nimbly maneuvered through the battlefield, serving as the team’s eyes, ears, and a game-changing force. While the main force drew fire from the front, he quietly infiltrated the enemy’s rear, securing a crucial pass and establishing himself as one of the region’s best flex players.
Milly darted through the narrow safe zone, constantly in combat or on his way to the next fight. This player didn’t rely on complex maneuvers—just one clear command was enough for him to unleash his full potential as a sharpshooter.
Solve’s career highlights were countless. He was widely recognized as the pro player with the highest average kills per game in the league. His famous plays flashed across the screen, culminating in a clip from PGC two years ago, where he used his M24 to single-handedly eliminate four players through a narrow opening.
That had also been the first Solve gameplay video Ji Wei saw that year.
At that point, commentator Mika interjected: “According to statistics, Solve’s career total elimination points currently stand at 1,986. If he earns more than 14 elimination points in the next matches, he’ll become the first pro player in PUBG to break 2,000!”
In the lounge, several team members were watching the live broadcast together. Upon hearing this, they all turned to Yin Sijue in surprise.
D Sshu said, “That’s amazing! I didn’t even keep track. So, Captain, will there be a celebration ceremony on stage later?”
Mi Li added, “You’ll have to treat me.”
Yin Sijue nodded in agreement and sat down next to Ji Wei.
The boy had just washed his face, and his cheeks were cool. Yin Sijue placed the back of his hand against them, feeling their softness.
He whispered in Ji Wei’s ear, “My elimination score is 11, and yours is 9.”
A blush crept up Ji Wei’s ears. He knew exactly what he meant.
“I know. I… noticed.”
Yin Sijue murmured, “Do you remember our bet?”
Ji Wei closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded gently.
Yin Sijue didn’t tease him any further. He just smiled, pulled him up, and turned to inform his teammates,
“Let’s go on stage.”
While the contestants were waiting, the live broadcast happened to show Ji Wei’s face on the screen.
As a new player participating in his first World Championship, Unique’s highlights were unlike anyone else’s. While other players had only one ID featured in their highlight reels, he had two.
The Chinese fans in the audience knew exactly why and screamed in excitement, while the uninformed foreign fans wondered why this player had two different names.
The screen displayed Unique’s top-rated highlight, as voted by fans.
In the video from three years ago, [WEI], perched on a ledge and wielding an AWM, scoped in and flicked a sniper shot, single-handedly taking down an enemy on the far side of the mountain. In front of him, [SJUE] sprinted across open ground without any cover. Bullets whizzed past him, but none could touch him—because behind him, [WEI] was his unwavering support.
In those early days, neither player streamed. All their footage relied on the game’s spectator feature. Kind-hearted passersby would record the matches and upload them to online forums.
On the mountaintop, the young man with the AWM dispatched every enemy with a single shot. Even on the high-definition screen, the audience couldn’t tell who he was targeting until the kill feed appeared.
The glow from the screen converged like a galaxy in Ji Wei’s eyes. He looked back at his past, his expression hazy.
He still remembered playing that game near the end of the school day. He had originally planned to log off and head back to class, but when he noticed he was only a few points behind the top player on the Asian server, he decided to check the recruitment hall for teammates.
Ji Wei could even recall the exact recruitment message he’d posted:
[WEI: TPP four-player team striving for first place on the Asian server. Looking for players who can hold their own, preferably with KD > 6.0. No gods needed (^^)]
At the time, little Ji Wei hadn’t expected anyone to join—third-person players with a KD over 6.0 were rare.
Yet not long after, someone actually did.
“Can you use your microphone?” a young, cold voice came through from the other end.
Little Ji Wei coughed twice, his hoarse, low voice escaping like a rusty door hinge—or the quacking Psyduck on his profile picture.
For some reason, he turned off his mic and began typing instead.
[WEI: Do you mind if I can’t use voice chat?]
The microphone icon of the player with the ID SJUE flickered.
“No problem. Go ahead.”
They queued up and won their first game.
Then came the second. The third…
From that moment on, their once separate lives became intertwined—separated and reunited again and again, growing ever more inseparable.
Time flashed back to the present. The “expert” Ji Wei had randomly matched with in that recruiting hall now stood right beside him.
Ji Wei moved closer to Yin Sijue, a smirk playing on his lips.
Back then, he had originally planned to team up and aim for first place on the Asian server—but unexpectedly, he had invited the Asian number one himself. After winning the game, he was speechless to discover that he was still in second place.
Until he saw his teammate’s ID at the top of the leaderboard.
“Why did we work so well together in that first game?” he found himself asking Yin Sijue.
Everyone online said Ji Wei was the perfect gunner for Solve—the PCL’s top fragger and the unbreakable wall behind Yin Sijue. They were a perfect match, their chemistry unmatched.
Ji Wei agreed, but he believed even more—
“Because you’re inherently strong.”
Yin Sijue looked down at him, the stage lights shimmering in his eyes, his gaze steady and gentle.
Ji Wei squeezed his hand tightly, fangs showing in a grin.
“You too.”
…
Mika: “Hello everyone! Welcome back to the PGC World Finals live stream. Round seven is about to begin.”
Yamy: “Players are in position. Now onto the game screen—it’s our Taigo map!”
As one of the newer maps in recent years, Taigo features varied terrain and simple building structures, making it a favorite among gunners.
Mika: “The overall flight path for this round looks good—it covers almost all jump points. Now it just depends on whether the safe zone will spawn on the main island or the secondary one.”
Three seconds later, the first circle spawned, centered on the Army Base.
Taigo isn’t a large map, so the distance to the safe zone doesn’t affect players much—but small maps have their own unique strategies—
Mika: “Two teams have landed in the Palace—AVG and SNS. The two gunners are about to clash!”
On the live stream, the jump points of these two closely ranked teams overlapped, making an early firefight inevitable.
Yin Sijue: “Enemies down in the main building. Da Shu, keep an eye on them. Unique, cover the west exit at Stake 1. Milly, follow me to the passageway at Stake 2 and wait for them to push.”
The two SNS attackers advanced from the main building windows, while the other two players engaged AVG from the side.
Amid the hail of bullets, thousands of eyes in the stands were glued to the match.
Mika: “The most important thing in the Palace area is teamwork. Neither full siege nor pure looting works well here.”
Yamy: “Exactly. Although SNS currently occupies the main building, which has the best resources, it’s also exposed from all sides. If AVG can establish a solid firing line, SNS will be flanked from both directions.”
On-screen, Yin Sijue adjusted his firing positions exactly as the commentators predicted. Ji Wei found a 98K rifle in the room and aimed his 4x scope at an SNS player’s head.
[AVG_Unique] used the 98K sniper rifle to defeat [SNS_Shield]
[AVG_Unique] used the 98K sniper rifle to defeat [SNS_Sword]
Two scopes. Two shots. Every bullet a headshot.
Mika: “Unique’s swing-shot accuracy is unbelievable!”
Yamy: “Here comes the god of bolt-action snipers. Actually, the 98K has been nerfed quite a bit in this patch, but in the right hands, it can still perform exceptionally well.”
Mika: “SNS will definitely have a hard time going up against him.”
In the game, Yin Sijue followed up on Ji Wei’s damage to finish off two players, while Mili sprayed down the remaining two from SNS. As the final shotgun blast left the muzzle, AVG secured the wipe.
Mika: “I have to say, the chemistry among AVG members is getting better and better.”
Yamy: “Yeah, they give me the feeling they’re constantly improving.”
Ten minutes later, the game entered the third stage.
AVG, now down one player, advanced toward SOP’s nearest position.
From a bird’s-eye view, the three remaining AVG members were ambushed at different locations around the army base, waiting for SOP to take the bait. However, the fully manned SOP squad was no pushover and quickly detected the approaching forces.
Mika: “Zone heard footsteps, but the first person he spotted seems to be Tree in the opposite building.”
Yamy: “Actually, the closest person to him is Unique in the garage… Oh my god, I’m nervous for him.”
During the match, Zone saw Tree reveal his position on the second floor of the opposite building and immediately decided to rush in for the kill.
But as SOP’s captain, Zone played steadily. He didn’t charge in recklessly. Instead, he drove the jeep parked in the garage straight into Tree’s building, aiming to catch him off guard.
If Tree jumped down to attack head-on, the jeep would serve as cover. If Tree stayed inside, it could block the doorway, trapping him within.
Everything seemed foolproof to him.
Three seconds later, Zone confidently took the driver’s seat and sped toward Tree.
But what he didn’t realize was—
He wasn’t the only one in the car.
…
In the commentary booth, Mika saw Zone preparing to ram into the building and was already worried for the ever-aggressive Tree inside.
Mika: “Zone is a very strong individual PKL player. I think Tree should regroup with Solve first. After all, the distance between them is still a bit risky, and Uni… wait—”
He stared at the jeep on the big screen, his eyes widening by the second.
Mika: “Huh? Huh? Huh?”
“Is that Unique in the back seat?”
On-screen, Ji Wei’s character sat calmly in the back seat of the jeep—riding securely inside the enemy’s vehicle.
Yamy propped herself up on the commentary desk, her voice trembling slightly.
“I’m not saying this, but… this is truly terrifying…”
The commentators who understood what was happening were already laughing like crazy—
[“Wow!! This tactic can even be used in competitions!!”]
[“That black guy from back then can finally rest in peace. How did the pro players not see it?”]
[“They’re just blind!”]
[“Watching it again is still terrifying. The director’s camera cuts are so good—suddenly, there’s someone in the back seat when it pans over.”]
[“What do you mean? I don’t get what you’re talking about.”]
[“Go to Aurora TV, livestream room 146888, titled “Lao Liu’s Tutorial on Hiding Spots.””]
[“He’s used this method before, but that time it was an accident. This time… I’m not sure if it’s intentional.]
[The stupid Koreans are yelling again! I can hear them even through the livestream.”]
The Korean audience saw Zone sitting with his back to Unique and immediately panicked, shouting at the top of their lungs—trying to warn the players from outside the arena, just as they had done before. Coincidentally, the SOP finals camera was closest to the audience, so their voices carried easily.
But the Chinese fans on-site had been waiting for this moment.
As soon as the Koreans began shouting, the PCL fans erupted in a wave of wild screams, each louder than the last, drowning out every other sound in the arena.
The shouts—many of which contained game-related information—quickly became impossible to distinguish. With such a massive crowd adding interference, it was obvious which side was winning the noise war.
All attempts to relay information were swallowed by the chaos.
Unable to outshout the opposing supporters, unable to call out targets, the cameras panned across the SOP fans—each one red-faced, furious, and on the verge of losing control. If security hadn’t intervened, the two sides might have broken into an all-out brawl.
[“Perfect!”]
[“Hahahahahahaha—keep yelling, go on!”]
[“My stomach hurts from laughing…”]
[“Even without a mic, we can still drown you out! You’re so mad!”]
[“Breaking down and double standards, love to see it!”]
[“The poor Europeans and Americans caught in the middle are practically dying from the noise, hahahahaha!”]
[“This is so bad… but I love it. More, please!”]
Meanwhile, in the game, Zone floored the accelerator, gunning straight for Dashu, and called out to his three teammates over the mic.
Zone: “You guys, come too. He’s all alone. He doesn’t know where his teammates are, but they definitely can’t save him.”
Zone: “If we take him down, AVG’s run in the finals is over.”
Hunter: “Got it, brother! The crowd’s so loud, I can barely hear anything.”
Zone: “Yeah, they’re probably cheering for me—since I’m about to score.”