A Soldier emerged from the black portal in the barracks and hurried toward the three lanes.
Li Moran, Zhong Yi, and Zhou Yue were intently studying their respective skills.
Mu Yawen cheerfully swung the axe in his hand, reveling in the strength of his muscles.
Meanwhile, Zhou Qiaoling kept summoning a spirit called Teemo, giggling and cackling mischievously at Zhou Yue.
"I'm a wind-element sword cultivator? Interesting, interesting..."
After reading Yasuo's skills, Zhong Yi's mind was already flooded with visions of flashy plays.
"Tsk, this 'Marksman' isn't great—just long-range attacks, no real thrill!"
Zhou Yue glanced at the floating artifact hovering near his wrist, feeling a bit unaccustomed.
The spirit of the Marksman was a humanoid artifact forged by an immortal artificer.
Its attack method involved channeling spiritual energy into ammunition and firing it through the artifact.
"Hey, Zhou, wanna make a bet? First blood—whoever gets it first, deal?"
Zhong Yi proposed with overflowing confidence.
"Sure! If you lose, buy me the most expensive mod pack in Minecraft!"
"Deal!"
No sooner had the words left their mouths—
[The Crimson Treant has slain "Exercise Brings Progress" (Berserker)!]
Zhong Yi: "???"
Zhou Yue: "???"
"Who the hell is the Crimson Treant?! …Dammit, Junior Mu got killed by a jungle creep!"
Zhou Yue glanced at the spot where Mu Yawen's corpse lay, torn between laughter and exasperation.
"Damn it, Senior Brother! That red tree monster is insane—I stood no chance!"
Mu Yawen whined with a crestfallen expression.
"Pfft… Junior Mu, you didn’t buy any gear! Get some items before fighting jungle creeps!"
Zhou Yue scanned Mu Yawen’s status and immediately spotted the problem, quickly warning him.
Mu Yawen stared at the dazzling array of equipment in the shop, then at his pitifully empty wallet.
"A sturdy body is the real deal!"
Muttering to himself, he bought a Vitality Crystal that boosted his health and marched back toward the Crimson Treant.
"Where’s Zhong Yi? Why’s he so quiet?"
Zhou Yue couldn’t help but wonder.
Usually, Zhong Yi would be lecturing them with theories at a time like this.
This time, however, he remained uncharacteristically silent.
"Shh, I’m focusing on my lane!"
Zhong Yi’s voice was unusually tense.
"This opponent…"
"Is strong!"
The one Zhong Yi was laning against was called [Annie].
She looked like an adorable, pink-haired girl, but in reality, she was a master of supreme fire-element cultivation!
Every time Zhong Yi tried to last-hit minions, she poked him relentlessly.
"So… that’s why you’ve got zero minion kills?"
Zhou Yue couldn’t resist teasing.
"Short range vs. long range—what can I do?! Shh! Quiet, I’m about to make a play!"
Seeing his experience bar hit Level 2, Zhong Yi’s voice rose with excitement.
He had already studied all three of his skills.
[Steel Tempest] was his core ability—stacking it three times unleashed a tornado-like sword slash!
Before, he had been helpless, forced to eat damage due to his short range.
But at Level 2, things changed.
[Sweeping Blade] was a dash that let him close the gap using enemy units as stepping stones!
Right now, the minions were his best tools.
Without hesitation, Zhong Yi used [Sweeping Blade] on a minion.
"Whoa, why does this feel so exhilarating…"
He muttered to himself as his body shot forward at blinding speed.
After dashing, he paused awkwardly for a split second—just long enough for [Annie] to smack him with another fireball.
"Again!"
Chuckling, Zhong Yi used [Sweeping Blade] once more, his movements stiff as he weaved through minions, arriving right in front of [Annie].
Another pause.
Lost in euphoria, Zhong Yi didn’t even notice anything amiss.
"Hah, finally in your face…"
He drew his rusty sword from his waist.
"Die already!"
He swung.
The moment his blade was about to strike [Annie], Zhong Yi frantically tried to use [Steel Tempest].
The attack animation canceled instantly, replaced by a thrust of [Steel Tempest]…
[-49!]
A red number popped up above a minion’s head.
"Damn, this opponent’s insane! Dodged all my damage!!!"
Zhong Yi gasped in shock.
After that entire combo, [Annie] hadn’t lost a single drop of health!
The AI was terrifyingly skilled!
His brain screamed at him—
Basic attacks and [Steel Tempest] had missed, and his cooldowns were punishingly long…
He needed to retreat.
But his hands refused to listen.
Because [Sweeping Blade] was still available.
With another dash, dopamine flooded his system, sending tingles down his spine.
Zhong Yi had been right on top of [Annie], but this [Sweeping Blade] sent him flying absurdly far—straight into the enemy tower’s range.
"Whoa! Why’d I dash into the tower?!"
"CRAP—I’M DEAD!!!"
[First Blood!]
[Annie (AI) has slain "Genius Cultivator" (Yasuo)!]
Zhou Yue witnessed Zhong Yi’s masterpiece of a play.
"HAHAHA!!! Zhong Yi, that was the most abstract thing I’ve ever seen!! I’m freaking starving from watching that!"
"Stop laughing, man! The AI’s gonna wreck me!!"
…
When Lu Ze designed the AI difficulty, he set it at a delicate balance.
It wouldn’t let players mindlessly stomp it, nor would it overwhelm them with unfair advantages.
The core of MOBA was player-versus-player combat.
If the AI were too oppressive, new players might get discouraged and quit—a net loss.
Of course, fresh beginners would still get bullied by the AI for a while.
Like Zhong Yi right now.
At Level 4, he had already died twice to [Annie].
The pink-haired loli stood atop his corpse, sticking out her tongue and taunting:
"You’re so fierce, yet lost to a little girl~ Shame, shame!"
The humiliation was unbearable.
The other lanes weren’t faring much better.
Zhou Qiaoling sat invisibly in a bush the whole time.
Zhou Yue was stuck in a 1v2, and for some reason, the enemy AI played like hyper-aggressive psychopaths, focusing him ruthlessly.
Mu Yawen had it the worst.
His score was 0-3, and he was still Level 1.
He had developed a vendetta against the Crimson Treant, dying to it over and over.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
