"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."
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!
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?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
