💎 PREMIUM: Id/ XxAshxX - Uncensored 2025

I was just 8 years old when my brother first introduced me to Dota . I used to watch him play, not understanding a single thing — the spells, the fights, the timing… it all looked like magic happening on a screen. But even as a kid, something inside me said, “This game is going to be a part of your life.”

My brother tried to teach me, but both of us were still learning.
I still remember the day I went to a LAN shop and saw my brother struggling in a match. I felt confused — Why is this game so hard? How do pros make it look so easy? How does every little thing connect from early game to late game?

Then came the person who changed everything —
my elder brother’s classmate.
He taught us the real Dota.
Not just how to click buttons, but how to think, how to read fights, how to time spells, how to understand the game from A to Z.

That was the moment my journey truly started.

The Rise of a Young Competitor

At first, I wasn’t good.
In fact, I lost more games than I can count.
But every loss only pushed me harder.

By 13, I was no longer just playing — I was studying the game. Analyzing replays, learning roles, mastering heroes, understanding timings. I wanted to become someone who didn’t just play Dota… but understood Dota.

At 17, I finally joined a team.
We practiced, fought, failed, got back up, and fought again.
And one day, we won a medal.
That medal wasn’t just metal — it was the moment I proved to myself,
“I belong here.”

Pain Behind the Screen

People see the wins.
They never see the struggles behind the screen.

During these years, I faced things I never expected:

I suffered anal fissure, a painful condition that made sitting for long hours unbearable.

I developed prostate-related issues, something no young player ever expects.

I even had a broken shoulder, making it almost impossible to use the mouse normally.

Anyone else might have quit.
Anyone else would have walked away.

But I didn’t.
Because even in pain, even in struggle, I couldn’t leave the game I loved.
Dota wasn’t just a hobby anymore — it became my comfort, my motivation, my escape, my dream.

2020 – The Year Everything Changed

During the corona period in 2020, my team and I won a LAN tournament.
We were recognized, awarded, and encouraged to keep going.
They told us to try for Europe, where Dota is huge — a chance to chase something big.

But dreams need support.
We had no sponsors, no financial help, no backing.
One by one, my teammates left to pursue real-life responsibilities.

And I was left alone with a dream too heavy to carry,
yet too precious to drop.

Still Standing. Still Believing.

Even after the injuries, the pain, the losses, the disappointment…
I’m still here.
Still playing.
Still loving this game like the first time I saw it at 8 years old.

Every time I queue for a match, I remind myself:
This journey isn’t over.
As long as I’m alive, as long as God keeps me breathing,
I will keep moving forward —
because somewhere out there,
there’s still a stage waiting for me.
An international stage.
A spotlight with my name on it.

And I’m not done chasing it.