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…
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
] [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!"
