Rebirth as Garen

Earth.

Heh? Insta-locking Yasuo and stealing my position, huh? And mouthing off too? Think I can't do anything about it?

Youth A smirked, moving his mouse over the River King Tahm Kench icon.

Then, Youth A heavily pressed confirm.

"Here we go again!"

"Can't a guy just play a normal game?!"

Seeing Youth A once again pull out his troll Tahm Kench, Garen, who was queuing with him, instantly felt his mood crash.

That's right, the name of the buddy queuing with Youth A really was Garen, although this "Garen" was actually the "Gai" from Qin Sword Saint Gai Nie.

Garen knew very well:

His buddy Youth A's River King Tahm Kench had all his skills invested in retaliating against teammates.

That Troll Yasuo who was running his mouth would naturally not have a good gaming experience this match.

But he, a normal player who just wanted to enjoy the game, would also have to accompany these two trolls, helplessly lamenting amidst the intoxicating symphony of "an ally has been slain" and "your tower has been destroyed."

Whatever...

This game is completely doomed anyway, might as well just mess around.

Disheartened, Garen looked at the champion select screen, his mouse aimlessly drifting over the portraits of the various champions.

Finally, Garen's mouse subconsciously stopped on a familiar portrait—

This was his "true main champion."

This champion's reputation was illustrious, known and recognized by all.

It was none other than the League's Greatsword, the Might of Demacia—Garen!

Poet Saint Du Shaoling once saw him perform the Sword Dance Ballad, admiring its magnificence, deeply appreciating its unrestrained and unique style, and composed Sword Dance Ballad in praise:

"One generation's patch, one generation's god, every generation plays Garen."

"First silence, then spin, beneath the Greatsword, souls perish."

Garen suddenly recalled these heroic verses and, on a whim, clicked the mouse.

Confirm.

World of One Piece, East Blue. Samwell Island.

Endless stretches of verdant forest, dense canopies like giant umbrellas propping up the sky, layers upon layers of branches converging into a boundless sea of green.

Amidst this sea of trees, beneath the dense forest, a clear stream meandered.

It was very quiet, with only the sound of flowing water.

But a man's heavy breathing broke the tranquility of this natural scene.

He was burly, well-proportioned, and muscular, nearly two meters tall, exuding an aura of strength, standing upright like an impregnable iron tower.

And although his appearance couldn't be called pretty, it certainly deserved the description of handsome, his short black hair exuding a fresh scent, his sword-like eyebrows full of the fortitude of a strong man.

Such an image made one immediately think of him as a New Nippori Philosopher.

Ahem...

No, that's not right.

He was a perfect warrior!

However, this perfect warrior's current image was quite miserable:

His eyes were dazed and helpless, his lips were dry and white, his muscular body was covered in dirt, and he held a thick branch in his hand as a weapon for self-defense.

Even worse, he didn't have a single piece of clothing on his body, relying entirely on a few roughly woven large leaves to barely cover his vital areas.

In fact, this man, our protagonist Garen, Had been stranded in the wilderness for a full day and night.

With zero knowledge of outdoor survival, he couldn't determine his direction, couldn't find a way out, hadn't found a water source, hadn't found any edible plants, and hadn't even encountered a single wild animal.

Driven by hunger and thirst, Garen could only wander aimlessly through the jungle like a headless fly.

"Water... water?"

Garen heard the sound of flowing water, and a glimmer of strength finally erupted in his listless eyes.

He suddenly quickened his pace, ignoring the stinging in his feet, and rushed towards the source of the sound, stepping on the gravel on the ground.

Finally, he saw the clear stream.

Without hesitation, he knelt down by the stream, prostrating himself without any regard for appearances, and like an ox, he poured the sweet water into his long-parched throat.

The gurgling sound of drinking water continued for a long time before he finally raised his head in satisfaction, wiping his mouth with a refreshing gesture.

The stream finally returned to calm, the water once again forming a pure mirror.

"This..."

Garen stared blankly at the face reflected in the water, a face both familiar and strange:

"It really is Garen?"

After waking up, Garen had discovered that his body had changed drastically.

But only now did he confirm who he had become.

"From now on..."

Garen swung his muscular, powerful arm and looked at the handsome face reflected in the water:

"I am Garen now?"

The Chinese name instantly transformed into an English name, and the pronunciation was different too.

"Wait..."

Garen suddenly clenched his fist, then vented his frustration with a self-deprecating mutter:

"Since I've been reborn as Garen, where are my armor and Greatsword?!"

Garen, using leaves for modesty and a wooden stick as his Greatsword, felt dizzy with anger:

"And shouldn't Garen be a noble general?"

He looked at the desolate forest before him and grumbled through gritted teeth:

"Where's my top-tier transmigrator treatment?"

"Where's my castle, maids, henchmen, and decadent feudal aristocratic life?"

"And my high-status fourth-generation royal friend, and my beautiful, cute magical girl little sister..."

Sigh.

After sighing for a long time, Garen finally returned to the harsh reality.

The surroundings were so quiet they were almost silent, making Garen, alone and naked in the wilderness, suddenly feel a little lonely:

I wonder how my family is doing, and my good friend, Youngster Jia, who I used to play games with.

He probably wouldn't see those people again.

Wait.

Garen suddenly thought of something else:

Before, I chose Garen as my hero, and then I transmigrated into Garen.

If my friend Youngster Jia also transmigrated because of that, wouldn't he have transmigrated into a toad?

Hahaha!

If that idiot really turned into River King Tahm, wouldn't he be looking for a female toad to mate with in the future?

Hahaha...

Garen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Garen suddenly felt a little fortunate:

Among so many bizarre League heroes, he had chosen a normal human hero who was barely "namesake" with him, and also the tough, handsome guy he admired most.

And thinking about his tall, powerful body and gleaming, muscular physique...

The bet I made with the gym in my previous life has finally paid off here.

Thinking about it that way, his current situation, without food or clothing, didn't seem so bad after all.

Grumble—Grumble—

His stomach, which hadn't eaten all day, rumbled like thunder.

Garen's "escape from death" smile came to an abrupt halt.

He was very hungry now, extremely hungry.

This powerful body possessed strength that Garen couldn't have imagined in his previous life.

Whether it was strength, speed, or endurance, it far exceeded the level of an Olympic champion in Garen's memory; it was definitely a non-human body.

However, this body was also prone to hunger...

After just one day without food, Garen found that he was so hungry that he wanted to eat even a Snickers bar.

But Garen had been wandering in the jungle for a day and a night and hadn't found anything to eat, and couldn't even find a single live fish in the stream in front of him.

"Sigh."

Garen had no choice but to bend down again and drink a few more mouthfuls of stream water to fill his empty stomach.

Garen got up, leaned on the wooden stick for protection, and strode into the forest again, finally plunging into the tall grass growing in patches under the trees.

The grass grew extremely densely and tall, so much so that even Garen's height of nearly two meters couldn't allow him to show his head inside.

Sure enough, I've transmigrated to another world.

There's no way there'd be grass this tall in the forests of Earth; even aquatic plants like reeds aren't as tall as this grass.

Buried in the bushes, Garen couldn't help but think, his mind flashing back to images of all sorts of delicious food from his old homeland.

I really want to eat meat.

Cured meat, smoked meat, braised pork, twice-cooked pork, boiled pork, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried pork, mu shu pork, ham, steamed pork with rice flour, char siu, pot-stickered pork, Lizhuang white pork...

So, what's so good about transmigrating to another world?

In this entire multiverse, is there any world that can prepare meat in as many ways as my old home?

Garen's stomach rumbled even louder.

"Woof woof."

A sound of something alive?

Garen's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he raised the thick wooden club in his hand high.

The meat dishes he had just imagined in his mind instantly solidified, transformed into ultimate power, and finally converged entirely onto the wooden club in Garen's hand.

"Woof woof woof!"

The sound became clearer, and its owner was obviously getting much closer.

A dog?

Garen was suddenly stunned, and the strength in his hand relaxed.

He had never eaten dog meat before.

He wasn't one of those extreme dog lovers who rob people in the name of love, and he respected other people's hobbies and customs.

But Garen, who had owned dogs in his previous life, would never try to eat dog meat himself.

"Woof woof woof woof..."

The sound was getting closer and closer.

"Sigh..."

Garen subconsciously clenched the wooden club again, his heart full of conflict.

No!

Puppies are so cute, how can you eat puppies?

Garen strengthened his resolve in his heart.

Grumble--Grumble--

His stomach growled even louder.

No way!

Even if I, Garen, starve to death, die outside, jump into the creek, I won't eat a bite of dog meat!

Grumble--Grumble--

"Woof woof woof woof..."

Grumble--Grumble--

Garen pushed aside the bushes and jumped out.

The wooden club in his hand was raised high, sharply cutting through the layers of air.

"Might of Demacia!"