Going Home, Going Home

By my current standards, I could absolutely claim, even if I was being arrogant, that I was one of the top players in the League.

As long as the team as a whole didn't hold me back, I had nothing to fear from any opponent.

If I had to name another player with the potential to stop me and end my Dynasty Road, maybe Wembanyama, if he developed smoothly and reached his peak, could be that player. (Wemby's ceiling is limitless. With his size and speed, he's downright absurd. And then, out of nowhere, he got a blood clot. What a buzzkill.)

Speaking of Wemby...

His future was still an unknown, and he hadn't even found his direction yet.

And it would be years before he even entered the League~~

Come to think of it, maybe next season I could try chasing some other custom stats.

I figured I'd pass 15,000 career points next season. That would give me another 20 Free Attribute Points, which I could put all into stamina and strength~~

I could also see if I could find a chance to hit some minor milestones, like 20 assists, 20 rebounds, or 10 steals in a single game...

Truthfully, for Chen, those things weren't all that important anymore.

What he really needed to consider now was his future.

He had to admit that the Thunder's championship window was about to close.

What that reporter had said earlier might have been unpleasant to hear, but it wasn't entirely unreasonable.

The team's roster had become unbalanced, and its salary cap space was about to be completely tied up.

Even more troubling, a new salary rule would soon be introduced.

The second luxury tax apron would force teams trying to assemble a collection of superstars to pay a steep price.

Going