"Leader, you're on counterpick duty. Once that kid locks in his pick, we'll choose something to crush him!"
"Bullshit! Do you think I don't know that?"
Guo Tianyin shot an annoyed glare at his teammate.
The five members of the "Slaying Immortals to Prove the Dao" team stared intently at the Lingxiao Sect's draft phase.
As luck would have it, Bai Mu was also in the fifth pick position.
With the other four members already locked in, Bai Mu's selection remained undecided until the last moment.
"Don't tell me... this guy has nothing else to play besides Yasuo?"
"Haha! The heavens are on our side!"
"Wait, didn’t Liu say this guy has a deep champion pool...?"
In the final seconds, the fifth pick finally began cycling through options.
First, it hovered over [Explorer].
"Oh? Explorer? Double marksman comp? That’s manageable..."
Then it suddenly switched to [Molten Rock Demon].
"Ugh, that ult is annoying..."
Next, it changed to [Void Terror]...
The champion kept shifting, and the team soon realized the truth.
"Damn it! He’s randoming!!!"
Lu Ze wasn’t just randoming his pick—he had even left his ban slot empty.
The five members of "Slaying Immortals to Prove the Dao" were fuming.
In the fantasy world of "Immortal vs. Demon," they couldn’t think of anything more infuriating than this!
Of course, a few seconds later, they did.
Because Lu Ze’s champion finally locked in at the last possible moment—
Teemo, the Swift Scout.
"Fck! It’s Teemo!!!"
"He’s outright mocking us!!"
"Destroy him!!!"
......
......
On the Lingxiao Sect’s side.
"Teemo?"
Li Moran glanced at Bai Mu beside her, lips curling slightly in amusement.
"No choice, it was random... Well, maybe not entirely random?"
Lu Ze trailed off, suddenly eyeing the sky with suspicion.
Was this the work of that damn remnant of the Heavenly Dao?
"Brother Bai, you’ve got nerves of steel..."
Zhong Yi, their coach, sighed in admiration.
Thinking about the upcoming casters’ reactions, he almost laughed...
"Don’t worry, it’s our turn to carry this one!"
Zhou Yue confidently patted Lu Ze’s shoulder.
After their last match, his mind was as calm as still water.
With Lu Ze as their anchor, he was certain they couldn’t lose—even if Lu Ze had picked Teemo!
"Doesn’t matter. My Teemo is strong too."
Lu Ze smirked.
For a random pick, Teemo wasn’t the worst outcome.
Honestly, even if he’d rolled a support champion, Lu Ze wouldn’t have cared.
First, in this modified version, support champions weren’t weak.
The only unplayable one, Yuumi, hadn’t even been released yet.
If he’d gotten [Sona], he’d have gladly treated everyone to a "My Sona Q-auto one-shot" spectacle.
Second...
If not for Liu Mo’s betrayal, the Lingxiao Sect’s four wouldn’t have lost to these guys in the first place.
Even if Lu Ze just farmed, they’d still win effortlessly.
......
......
The second match was a complete stomp.
If played as an ADC, Teemo’s laning phase was actually strong.
Lu Ze’s positioning, reflexes, and game sense...
Were all top-tier.
The enemy midlaner had picked Orianna, a meta mage who should’ve had range advantage.
Yet, Lu Ze chased her down relentlessly, forcing Guo Tianyin to cower under turret from level one.
Maybe the trauma from the last match was too deep.
Lu Ze wasn’t in a hurry, though.
Or rather, he couldn’t afford to be.
Not long ago, under the guise of celebration, he’d met with the Lingxiao Sect team.
Suspecting Liu Mo’s collusion with the demonic faction, Lu Ze had planted a hidden mark on him.
Now, he could track Liu Mo’s movements in real time—all to lure out these demonic cultivators during the finals.
Normally, Lu Ze wouldn’t bother with demonic factions joining tournaments.
Like in "Demonic Slaughter," those clowns had been nothing but a joke, failing to cause any real chaos.
But this time was different...
Using dark arts to kidnap rogue cultivators and extract their souls?
If this continued, the entire fantasy gaming scene would descend into panic!
Lu Ze had high hopes for esports as a new market. He couldn’t let these bastards ruin it!
So, before taking over the match, he’d already informed his master, Nangong Yuan.
Right now, Nangong Yuan was leading a team of experts toward Liu Mo’s location...
That’s why Lu Ze wasn’t rushing to end the game.
He needed to stall—to buy time for the elders to wipe out these demonic scum.
Unbeknownst to Guo Tianyin, despite feeling suffocated in lane, he hadn’t died yet.
Little did he know,
he’d danced on the edge of death countless times already...
Getting bullied out of lane by Teemo at level one?
Guo Tianyin was used to it by now.
As usual, Lu Ze shoved the wave and invaded the jungle, standing right in the enemy Jarvan’s face and spamming laugh.
"Brother Zhou..."
Lu Ze taunted while cheerfully calling out to Zhou Yue.
"Don’t hold back. Eat all the camps. It’s our jungle now."
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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.
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.”
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."
