Good Luck, Mr. Summoner

"Li Ke, this is my final warning to you."

"If you can't pay back the money you owe, then prepare to fight for our Ci Mu Gang. I really don't have the time to waste with you anymore. How many times have I given you extensions already?"

Getting up from the hardwood plank bed, Li Ke rubbed his head, looking hazily ahead. He heard the tall, thin man in front of him still talking.

"We're friends who grew up together, that's true, but money is money, and friends are friends."

"I've said all I need to say, Li Ke. Think about it yourself." The man paused, his tone losing its sharpness, becoming tinged with sadness. "Li Ke, the era that once belonged to our Black Alley is gone. Join them. It's nothing. Everyone is just trying to survive. Black Alley isn't Black Alley anymore."

After speaking, without waiting for Li Ke's reaction, the man turned and took a couple of steps, pushing open the door. But before leaving, he tossed a bag onto the table, which clinked.

Li Ke finally emerged from his dazed state, rubbing his throbbing temples. He looked up, gazing around the surroundings in confusion.

A small tin house, only a few square meters. Besides a plank bed and a small table with a few clothes on it, there was nothing else in the room.

"Zaun."

"Malson, Ci Mu Gang."

His memories gradually sharpened, the headache-like pain receding. Li Ke's mouth widened as the memories flooded back.

"What a joke!"

"I'm in Zaun? Above is Piltover? This is Runeterra?!"

He shot up from the plank bed, looking down at his hands.

"I, wasn't I just playing Riven at home? How is this possible?"

"Transmigration?"

"I transmigrated to Runeterra?"

"And it's fucking Zaun?!"

He blurted out curses instinctively, unable to control his emotions.

As his memories fully integrated, Li Ke gained a completely new understanding of the "real Zaun."

Unlike the bragging and joking online about being a Mama Hunter from Zaun, the real Zaun, especially in this current era, could only be described as dangerous and chaotic. Li Ke couldn't think of any other adjectives. No, perhaps calling it hell would be fitting?

At least for him, a youth who had received nine years of compulsory education and was well-rounded in morality, intellect, and physical fitness, life in Zaun was truly unbearable. This was an abyss, a bottomless abyss. Few who fell in could climb out.

But soon, Li Ke displayed remarkable adaptability. He first picked up the bag Malson had left. Opening it, he found a bag of coins. Not a large amount, but enough for Li Ke to get by for the next few days.

"Malson."

Li Ke wore a complex expression.

Recalling Malson's previous words, Li Ke felt a bit emotional. The original host had actually disliked Malson as a friend, thinking he had abandoned his ideals and forgotten Lord Vander. But in reality, Malson had done more than enough. If it weren't for him, Li Ke would have already been captured by the Ci Mu Gang and thrown into the sewers to scavenge for trash.

No one would willingly become a sewer scavenger unless absolutely necessary. The wastewater flowing down from Piltover filled the underground world of Zaun. The toxic gas emitted from the wastewater from metal sewage and industrial processing could kill a person in minutes without protective gear.

"Hoo."

Pushing open the door, Li Ke stepped out of his room. The place he lived in was a large tin shack, crammed into an alley with other dilapidated houses. Holding onto the rusty handrail, he descended the rickety iron ladder, which creaked with every step, and walked out of the alley. Then he saw Zaun.

The gray-green smog was pungent and unpleasant. Li Ke couldn't help but hold his breath. If not for the flickering neon lights, he could hardly imagine seeing the road ahead clearly in such conditions.

Not to mention... the smog contained fine metal particles. The air, when inhaled into the lungs, caused an unbearable burning sensation.

How did the people of Zaun survive in such an environment?!

Had they all evolved a second pair of lungs?

Li Ke couldn't help but wonder.

But right now, what he should be thinking about was how to make money. As Malson had said, this was the last time. If Li Ke couldn't repay the gang's money again, he would only have two options: voluntarily become a sewer scavenger or become the fragmented corpse of a boxer who lost their match and was picked up by sewer scavengers.

Taking a deep breath, the transmigator Li Ke, following his memory, tried to find a temporary job in Zaun.

At night, the streets of Zaun became even more chaotic. Ever since Vander of Black Alley died, the entire Black Alley had descended into madness. Silco took over the place and brought various nightlife cultures to the area.

These nightlife cultures did not lead Black Alley in a positive direction; instead, they made it more chaotic. You could see drug addicts on the streets, or drunk old men who were thrown out of bars and groped by a group of thugs by the roadside. Under the flickering neon signs, provocatively dressed women loudly solicited passersby.

Li Ke was walking back to his house from such a street.

No need to lock it, no need for a key. Just leave the door wide open. Locking it would only make it a target for gangsters. Leaving the door open and letting them search would actually deter them, as they wouldn't find anything anyway.

This was life in Zaun.

Li Ke lay on the wooden plank bed, his expression dazed.

His adaptability was truly remarkable. He had accepted all of this in less than half a day. But even so, Li Ke still felt uneasy.

His identity as a transmigator, knowing parts of future developments, had not helped him in the slightest. In Zaun, it was fists and money that spoke. It was a place dominated by violence and chaos, where wisdom and technology could hardly take root and grow.

Could he really survive in this place?

All day long, Li Ke couldn't find a suitable job. There were no stable jobs left in Zaun anymore. Violence had taken over everything, industry had declined, and everything was developing towards barbarism.

The timeline he had transmigrated to was the time of Arcane. This was also the main world timeline explicitly stated by the designers. He had arrived a few years after Vander's death, during the era when Silco officially took over Black Alley and was working to take over Zaun.

What would happen in the future was the war between Piltover and Zaun. Li Ke remembered that at the end of the first season, Jinx fired a cannon. There was no doubt that Zaun could only expect fierce retaliation from Piltover.

Retaliation from Piltover. It would be a miracle if Zaun could withstand it then.

High technology against cold weapons, the rich against the poor. Thinking about this, Li Ke couldn't imagine how Zaun could win this war.

Maybe I should just run away early?

Run to Demacia. If you had to say which country in Runeterra was best for commoners, it would have to be Demacia. Its national strength was immense, and it didn't exploit the lower classes. Although it was hard for commoners to rise in status, at least they wouldn't be forced to be cannon fodder and sent to their deaths on the battlefield, right?

Li Ke knew his place. He really didn't know how an ordinary person like himself, relying on a few hero stories he'd learned online and some future developments, could survive in this chaotic and dangerous world.

As he thought, Li Ke gradually felt drowsy.

Lying on the bed, Li Ke closed his eyes.

He really wished that after waking up, he could discover that everything he experienced today was just a dream.

Falling asleep, In his sleep, Li Ke vaguely heard some indistinct sounds.

Those sounds gradually grew louder, then became clear.

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