To ensure he'd get the skin in one go, Zhong Yi called upon Zhou Yue and the others.
After all, the difficulty of bot matches wasn't exactly low these days, and without coordination, it was easy to mess up.
"Seriously, Old Zhong? You're almost level 30 and still obsessed with bot matches…"
Zhou Yue muttered under his breath, tempted to ditch them for a solo ranked game.
"No way, big bro, you have to come! I want Teemo's 'Big Bad Boss' skin!"
Zhou Qiaoling yanked Zhou Yue back.
She was the team's biggest Teemo enthusiast, often pulling out the little devil as a support and driving Zhou Yue to the brink of rage.
"Junior Sister Li is playing too?"
Zhong Yi glanced in surprise at Li Moran, who stood quietly at the back of the group.
In his memory, Li Moran was all about competitive play—he’d assumed she’d go for solo queue instead.
To his surprise, she gave a slight nod.
"Huh… Senior Sister Li seems to like fluffy things, doesn’t she? Last time, I saw her buy Teemo's 'Bunny Teemo' skin…"
Zhou Qiaoling whispered.
The five of them locked in their champions and entered the game.
Since they were up against bots, no one took it too seriously, treating it as a chance to practice new picks.
"Whoa, Old Zhong, you're playing Lee Sin? You sure you can handle him?"
The moment the game started, Zhou Yue burst out laughing at the sight of Zhong Yi’s blindfolded champion.
"You don’t get it. I’ve been researching this insane combo… Never mind, I’ll tell you when I perfect it."
Zhong Yi replied mysteriously, lowering his voice.
Just then, the Immortal-Demon Canyon was suddenly engulfed in a storm of dark energy!
A blood-red wind howled from all directions!
Crimson system text flashed before their eyes:
[The Demon Sovereign Invades!]
[Your opponents have been possessed by the Demon Ancestor, turning them bloodthirsty and terrifying!]
[Defeat them and save the Immortal-Demon Canyon!]
"Whoa, since when do bot matches have this kind of event?"
Zhong Yi surveyed the demonic energy surging around them, completely unfazed—if anything, he was pumped.
"Let’s go! The righteous path of this realm falls to us to defend!"
"Cut the crap. You’ll be the first one to die…"
Zhou Yue couldn’t resist taunting.
Zhong Yi immediately fired back.
"Pfft, don’t underestimate me! How could mere bots stand a chance now? Old Zhou, let’s settle this—whoever gets more kills wins!"
"Fine, you’re on!"
After buying their starting items, the team split into their lanes.
"Senior Brother, you’re not jungling today?"
Mu Yawen asked curiously as Zhong Yi stuck close to him.
"Against bots? No need for jungling! Come on, Junior Brother Mu, follow me… I’ll show you how to bully them!"
Zhong Yi grinned confidently, leading Mu Yawen straight into the enemy jungle.
Soon, they crouched in the brush between the first and second turrets, lying in wait.
"Senior Brother… you think we might actually lose to bots?"
Mu Yawen scratched his head.
"No way!"
Zhong Yi shot him a glare.
"We’ve got the server’s top-ranked all-rounder, the Lingxiao Sect’s strongest physical fighter, a marksman with decent skills (and terrible luck), and the most brilliant, resourceful, and legendary strategist the forums have ever seen… With a lineup this stacked, how could we possibly lose to bots?"
Zhou Yue’s eye twitched. "You could’ve left out that last part… Also, my introduction could use some variety…"
"Shh! Quiet! The bots are coming!"
Zhong Yi cut him off, eyes locked on the slow-moving enemy champions.
The moment Cho’Gath and Amumu came into view, Zhong Yi felt a flicker of unease.
But Mu Yawen had already charged out, so Zhong Yi followed without another thought.
Only after landing their first skills did they realize something was off—
Their health bars were absurdly thick!
Nearly 2000 HP at the start, their attacks barely scratching the surface…
"Senior Brother… this doesn’t seem right…"
Mu Yawen gulped, already backing up.
"Eh, just overtuned stats. No big deal—bots are dumb anyway. Let’s retreat for now!"
Zhong Yi stayed calm, signaling the retreat.
But Cho’Gath’s gaze locked onto Zhong Yi, while Amumu’s bloodshot eyes turned to Mu Yawen.
"Dodge this, dodge that~"
Zhong Yi muttered, sidestepping—or at least trying to.
His "dodging" mostly involved walking farther away, just outside the bots’ skill range.
But fate had other plans.
Cho’Gath’s spikes suddenly erupted in five outward directions, launching Zhong Yi into the air.
"???"
Zhong Yi was stunned.
Mid-air, he saw something even more unbelievable—
Mu Yawen had clearly dodged Amumu’s bandage, yet it curved mid-flight and snagged him anyway.
"Holy crap?! Six-direction spikes?!"
"What kind of nonsense is this—bandages don’t bend!!"
Meanwhile, the Zhou siblings bot lane had their own horror story.
"Whoa! Lux’s binding skill ricochets in all directions?!"
"Are you kidding me?! This Ezreal just fired eight mystic shots at once!!"
……
In just five minutes, this elite squad was utterly demolished.
Even Li Moran, who’d never met a match she couldn’t handle, found herself completely outclassed by the bot Annie in a 1v1.
Total defeat.
A complete and humiliating rout.
These bots weren’t just stat-checking—they were rewriting the rules.
Normal skills fired in one direction? Try eight.
Lux’s ultimate? A 360-degree death laser.
And that wasn’t all—these bots had hybrid abilities.
Random wind walls, Hecarim’s fear aura, leaving trails of fire while moving, some even reviving as egg-shaped Anivias after death…
"We’ve lasted this long… maybe we can tough it out?"
Zhong Yi glanced at the 1-19 scoreboard, still trying to rally.
Their sole kill came from a desperate all-in, with Li Moran burning every cooldown to secure it.
Silence fell as they stared at the towering, turret-sized Tibbers looming ahead.
Then, while sneaking around the jungle, Zhong Yi stepped on a hidden Teemo shroom and dropped dead.
The moment the score hit 1-20…
The five bots converged, summoning a colossal, demonic Teemo.
Its eyes snapped open—crimson and malevolent.
"Keh keh keh…"
The demonic Teemo cackled, hefting its trident as it began a merciless hunt…
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
