League of Legends in Multiverse

Book Title: League of Legends in Multiverse Author: That Wisp of Holy Light

Synopsis:

"They are the prey. I am the hunter!" —The Giant Hunting Ground of the Pride Stalker;

"We... will help you kill your enemies. This will surely... be very interesting..." —The Clockwork Maiden of Orianna;

"I hope they realize their own limits—or my infinitude." —The Problem Child of the Star Forger;

"You are insignificant, good for nothing!" —The Sinful King's Crown of the Void Walker;

"..." More worlds awaited unlocking.

① The Light Butler's Love Live! arc is missing Chapters 47–49 and 76.

② The first half of Fate/Grand Order is missing Chapters 173–174, 181, 189–191, 194–196, 200, 205–206, and 209–213.

Chapter 1: Pitch-Black Lian Ye

For Lian Ye, 2016 had been an exceptionally extraordinary year.

Of course, it was not because the Rio Olympics had been in full swing, or because his favorite singer—whose every punch carried tremendous force and destructive power, who had created the miracle of thirty-five seconds and thirteen minutes at the Bernabéu, swept eight gold medals at the 2008 Olympics, held an unbreakable world record of 9.58 seconds, was the Ice Prince and the eternal chasing-wind youth—Kobe Bryant, had retired, prompting everyone to light candles and pray, "May there be no bricklaying or illness in heaven."

It was because the parents of Lian Ye and his older sister had both lost their lives in a car accident, leaving behind only a three-bedroom apartment and a huge internet café for the siblings to look after.

After a long period of grief and depression, the two still had to pull themselves together and work hard to keep living. His sister, who had just turned eighteen, dropped out of school to take on the burden of running the internet café, while Lian Ye was forced to end his high school life to help her hold up their slightly shattered family.

Even if there were only two of them, they had to live on bravely!

A girl of seventeen or eighteen gently brushed her freshly washed black hair, rubbed her bright eyes that looked as though they had been soaked in water, and slowly emerged from the bathroom.

"You bastard, Lian Ye! Go take a shower and get to bed!" The girl leaned over, clasping the boy sitting on the sofa around the neck with both hands as she nagged away.

If he had been the sarcasm-loving Lian Ye of childhood, his first response would definitely have been, "Stop messing around. Go back to your nest."

But now, after everything he had been through, he had matured quite a bit. —So his sarcasm had become even more vicious?! Go play with your balls somewhere else—no, wait, go play with your boobs.

Whether it was the scent of shampoo or the so-called fragrance of a virgin that drifted into his nose, Lian Ye felt the lively softness of two mounds of flesh against the back of his head. He put down his phone and rolled his eyes. "Stop messing around. I'll be taking over the night shift soon."

Lian Ye usually worked as the night-shift attendant, maintaining order in the internet café. He had insisted on it himself. Rather than letting his sister, still in the bloom of youth, stay up late and damage both her health and lovely looks, he would rather release more of his own nowhere-to-be-spent youthful vigor.

It was as though he wanted to prove that he could protect his sister. It was merely self-satisfaction as a man; in other words, self-comfort—otherwise known as masturbation.

At first, Lian Ye's sister had naturally disagreed with his idea. In her view, as the older sister, she ought to shoulder more responsibility for the family. But when she saw the determination on Lian Ye's increasingly mature face, even she had no choice but to yield.

It was one in the morning at the internet café. Though it was already late, there were still quite a few customers. Home computers had long since become widespread, but plenty of people still liked the atmosphere of an internet café.

Since it was so late, most customers had lost interest in shouting and chatting. They merely hammered away at their keyboards with a clatter, put on their headphones, and enjoyed their own gaming worlds. Speaking of the hottest game at the time, it was naturally lol—League of Legends, a MOBA battle game. Most of the players in the internet café were playing it too, as though they had truly entered Summoner's Rift, becoming champions galloping across the battlefield and fighting with their skills.

Because the smoking and non-smoking areas had been well arranged, the internet café was not only quiet but also had good air quality. It was quite a fine gaming sanctuary.

The service desk where Lian Ye worked was located in the non-smoking area. Since most customers had already settled in for an all-night session, and few new customers would come in at this hour, Lian Ye could leisurely use the computer beside the attendant's terminal to play his own game.

The game Lian Ye played was also League of Legends.

He lightly clicked the League of Legends icon, entered his account and password, selected the "Ionia" server, and entered the game.

His nickname was simple, even rather similar to his real name—"Pitch-Black Lian Ye."

Among the Summoners using the nickname "Pitch-Black Lian Ye," he was fairly well known on the Ionia server. Rumors had spread through Ionia's section of a certain forum about a mysterious Supreme King-ranked expert who only appeared at night, or even in the dead of night.

Who could have imagined that the person controlling such a famous Summoner was merely an ordinary internet café attendant, a somewhat immature seventeen-year-old boy, playing while working the night shift?

As usual, Lian Ye moved his mouse and began selecting a game mode.