A few white clouds drifted across the clear sky. The sunlight was gentle, and an occasional breeze brushed against their faces.
The weather in the Glory Match was as unchanged as ever.
Luo Chuan looked up, pondering whether he should add a weather cycle feature.
His current appearance was that of Entu the Undertaker.
He wore light armor, a Golden Mask at his waist, and held a strange weapon in his hand.
As for his face...
When designing it, Luo Chuan had thought for ages yet still failed to understand what "beautiful as a demon" was supposed to mean.
Beauty taken to the extreme?
Using "beautiful" to describe a man always felt a little strange.
In the end, Luo Chuan simply stopped dwelling on it.
Beautiful as a demon—being good-looking was enough.
In short, the Undertaker's handsomeness was roughly half of his.
"It's been a long time since I've teamed up with the boss." Yao Ziyan chose the Nature Envoy, her pale green dress swaying in the breeze.
"Boss, where are you going?" Anviya turned to look at Luo Chuan.
"The bottom lane." Luo Chuan glanced at the translucent map projection hovering at the edge of his vision.
"Yao Ziyan..." Anviya looked at Yao Ziyan again. "Never mind. I know you'll definitely be going with the boss. I'll take the middle lane."
Wei Yi and Bu Lige could only choose the top lane, thus successfully dividing up their positions.
"Fighting alongside the boss feels novel just thinking about it." Yao Ziyan shielded her eyes as she looked at the sun in the sky. It felt a little dazzling.
In reality, heavy snow was still falling. Coming to the Glory Match always gave her a subtle, strange feeling; the Tower of Trials was the same.
With the boss's strength, he probably