"Everyone, I've figured out the solution to crack this!!"
Zhong Yi pulled his four teammates into the group, brimming with confidence.
"The first step of the solution should probably be kicking you out..."
Zhou Yue grinned and playfully punched Zhong Yi.
"You damn—pah! If we're going there, then you're the one who should be kicked... Every time you're around, the Teemo Demon King turns into the most ridiculously overpowered version!"
Zhong Yi immediately protested, sparking their usual banter.
Zhong Yi knew his skills were a bit lacking, but against the demonic AI, everyone was on equal footing—except for players like Li Moran, who could hold their own.
But Zhou Yue...
It was common knowledge that the Teemo Demon King summoned by the demonic AI was the most broken version.
After countless attempts, they'd discovered the Teemo Demon King had two forms!
One was the gigantic Demon King Teemo.
The other was the smaller, but far more terrifying, Ultra-Broken Teemo.
The latter had a lower spawn rate, but its skills were more numerous and downright unfair!
Tiny as it was, it slaughtered players with terrifying efficiency.
The most frustrating part? Whenever Zhou Yue was in the game, they almost always got the Ultra-Broken Teemo...
Their bickering wasn’t serious, though.
If they had to kick someone out just to win, then that victory wasn’t worth having.
"What? Pick Teemo?? Fight fire with fire???"
After hearing Zhong Yi’s analysis, Zhou Yue was stunned.
He understood everything else...
But picking Teemo? What kind of madness was that??
"Exactly. Let me break it down for you..."
Zhong Yi began explaining in detail.
For days, he’d been testing different strategies.
His first idea was to use certain champions’ traits to trade kills with the demonic AI and limit their scaling.
For example, champions like Karthus and Sion could still deal damage after death.
But trading kills barely made a difference.
Next, he considered other methods, like split-pushing.
The Teemo Demon King summoned by the demonic AI was insanely strong but only roamed mid-lane, focusing solely on kills, not towers.
The other five demonic AI champions would also group mid and push.
Top and bot lanes were completely empty.
Zhong Yi tried split-pushing with champions like Master Yi and Xin Zhao, but the other five demonic AI champions would recall and defend instantly, leaving no opening...
...
After countless adjustments, Zhong Yi identified two key problems for a split-push victory:
First, how to pin down the other five demonic AI champions and prevent them from recalling.
Second, how to defend their own towers.
Finally, Zhong Yi found the solution—
The AI’s obsession with targeting Teemo!
Wherever Teemo went, the AI would chase him relentlessly.
By using Teemo to divert the AI’s attention, they could win through split-pushing!
"Use Teemo? But... Teemo dies easily, doesn’t he?"
Zhou Qiaoling asked curiously.
"Teemo’s fast... and we can make him even faster."
Zhong Yi smirked and laid out his full plan.
The strategy had three parts.
Part One: Baiting the Enemy
Use Teemo to draw the AI’s focus, then pair him with Zilean’s near-cooldown-free speed boost to reduce Teemo’s deaths.
Part Two: Defending Towers
Use a mage with strong wave-clear to hold the base. Zhong Yi’s recommendation was Anivia.
Zilean’s bombs and Teemo’s mushrooms could also help clear minions and defend.
Part Three: Split-Pushing
Zhong Yi’s idea was to push both top and bot lanes simultaneously. Success on either side would mean victory.
For split-pushers, Zhong Yi recommended Master Yi and Tryndamere.
One had a speed-boosting ultimate, the other had an unkillable ult—both were perfect for backdooring towers.
After hearing Zhong Yi’s breakdown, everyone mentally ran through the plan. It actually made sense.
Zilean speeds up Teemo, Teemo lures the AI and disrupts their formation.
Anivia holds mid-lane solo, while Tryndamere and Master Yi split-push top and bot...
It just might work.
"Then what do I play? Don’t tell me I’m stuck with Teemo..."
Zhou Yue eyed Zhong Yi suspiciously.
"Teemo’s definitely not for you. Teemo needs high survivability... So, Junior Sister Zhou, it’s up to you."
Zhong Yi grinned and pointed at Zhou Qiaoling.
Between a guy who stepped on every mushroom in bushes and a girl who dodged skills by tripping, the choice was obvious.
"Then I’m... Tryndamere?"
Mu Yawen asked eagerly.
"No... Tryndamere goes to Old Zhou. Junior Brother Mu, you’re on Zilean."
Zhong Yi shook his head again.
"Oho, Old Zhong, you’ve got a conscience after all, knowing my skills shouldn’t be wasted defending..."
Zhou Yue grinned, pleased with his assigned role.
"No, I’m giving you Tryndamere so you die slower."
Zhong Yi sighed and explained.
"The Teemo Demon King sees you like a wild boar spotting cabbage..."
Zhou Yue: "..."
...
Roles assigned, Zhong Yi went over everyone’s tasks one last time before they queued up for yet another AI match.
With a rallying cry, Zhong Yi shouted:
"Let’s go, team! The reputation of the Lingxiao Sect rests on us!!"
...
...
Everything went almost exactly as Zhong Yi predicted.
Laning was impossible. Experience was sniffed from a distance. One misstep meant instant death.
"Keep it up!! Soon, Old Zhou and I can start pushing!!"
Zhong Yi encouraged the team.
With tempered expectations, everyone focused on staying alive.
They were all waiting.
Waiting for Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue’s split-push items. Waiting for Li Moran’s Anivia to scale and hold the base...
By the time the 20th kill triggered the demonic AI to summon the Teemo Demon King,
Zhong Yi’s team was ready.
Li Moran’s Anivia, now with two core items, used her ultimate, Glacial Storm, along with her other abilities to lock down the high ground entrance.
Meanwhile, Zhong Yi and Zhou Yue, armed with max attack speed, charged toward the enemy base with their minions.
"Damn, it’s that broken Teemo again..."
Zhong Yi muttered, eyeing the summoned Teemo’s size.
He kept the next thought to himself:
"Old Zhou’s in for a rough time..."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.
