I Became Sett, the Boss!

Hextech Flash into Facebreaker into Pummel—one combo and they were gone. Woohoo, let's go!

Sett was still so much fun: simple, brutal, and high-damage. You could play him top, jungle, mid, or support. In the Rift, he could beat other champions in every lane.

A young man sat tensely at his computer, playing League of Legends. His name was Sett, the same as the champion he was controlling, so he loved playing him.

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The image on the monitor turned into a vortex.

Ah! No, don't...

The vortex sucked Sett right inside. With a strange cry, everything fell quiet.

"Sett! What are you yelling about? Sleeping in class is one thing, but you're an advanced student and will surely become a Martial Artist one day. Could you at least stop distracting everyone else?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with glasses and thinning hair. He slapped the desk of the sleeping student as he spoke.

"Ah, who am I? Where am I? What is this place?" Woken by the teacher's slap, Sett immediately launched into the three great philosophical questions.

"Who are you? Have you slept yourself stupid?" The teacher was so worked up that his glasses had slipped halfway down his nose.

"Here, take your book, hold it over your head, and go squat in the back. You think I won't deal with you just because you're an advanced student?" The teacher pushed his glasses up, grabbed a book, and sent Sett to the back of the classroom.

What the hell? I was dizzy, and now I'm in a classroom? Wasn't I just playing League of Legends?

Sett stood at the back of the classroom in a horse stance, completely baffled. At least it gave him time to process what was happening.

I remember now. I got sucked into the monitor, then ended up here. Did I transmigrate?

Whew, looks like I really did. Just now, a flood of memories had appeared in Sett's mind—the memories of the original Sett. But now, the body belonged to the transmigrated Sett.

If I'm not mistaken, it's 2056, and I'm in Yi'an District No. 3 High School, Yangzhou City, Jiangnan Base City. I'm one of the four Advanced Martial Arts Students.

The other three were Luo Feng, Zhang Haobai, and Liu Ting.

Zhang Haobai and Liu Ting came from wealthy families and could hire Martial Artists as instructors. Sett and Luo Feng, on the other hand, came from ordinary families, so they had to work harder.

So I'm an orphan, for fuck's sake. Yes, Sett had been abandoned in a park as a newborn. A kind passerby had heard him crying and taken him in.

Sett was both shocked and delighted. He was in the Swallowed Star universe! Even if his talent wasn't great, as long as he got on good terms with Luo Feng, he could take off.

After all, Luo Feng was an exceptionally good protagonist: loyal and righteous, willing to fight the Golden Horned Beast to the death for Earth. Later, he'd been lucky enough to seize its body and begin his rise to power.

I wonder if I have some kind of cheat. Could I get a system or a lottery? Sett shouted inwardly.

After all, transmigrators in other novels always got systems and things like that. Some of those systems were downright bizarre, but having one was better than having none.

He called out for a long time, but no system appeared. There was nothing he could do; he'd have to rely on himself.

In his previous life, Sett had been an ordinary person. His only hobby outside work was gaming. He'd never even had a girlfriend. It was pretty damn pathetic.

Fortunately, he'd started out as an advanced student, and he was only seventeen. What's more, he'd read Swallowed Star several times and knew the plot. He wasn't aiming for anything huge, but becoming an undying should be possible, right?

As Sett's thoughts wandered, the bell rang loudly. The whole school grew noisy as students streamed out and headed for the gate in groups of three or five.

"Sett, what was up with you today? You fell asleep in class and were talking in your sleep. You really angered Teacher Wang. You should apologize to him tomorrow. He has it rough, too."

The speaker was Luo Feng, the protagonist of the original story. As it happened, Sett and Luo Feng were very close.

"Uh, it's nothing. I stayed up too late practicing my punches last night, so I fell asleep in class today." Sett rubbed his head sheepishly and made up an excuse.

"Where are you going now, the martial arts center or home?" Luo Feng asked.

"Let's go to the martial arts center. I want to test my strength first." Sett was planning to see how strong he was. After all, he wasn't the same Sett as before.

Well, he did look a bit like Sett, the Boss from League of Legends.

There was a mirror in the martial arts center, so Sett took a quick look at his new body.

Not bad. He was only seventeen and already had muscles like these. Sett was pleased. In his previous life, he'd been a shut-in, and his abs had long since merged into one.

What boy wouldn't want a set of huge muscles?

Seeing Sett admiring himself in the mirror, Luo Feng tugged at his clothes and said, "All right, enough showing off. You've been staring at yourself forever. They're just muscles."

"Heh, I feel like I've gotten more handsome lately. I need to take a good look."

Sett and Luo Feng chatted all the way to the third floor of the martial arts center. There was a hall here more than a hundred meters long and wide. Quite a few students were already training.

Wealthy families usually trained at home, while ordinary people like Luo Feng and Sett had to come to the martial arts center. Naturally, they tended to stick together and form a small group.

After greeting each other, the two went to the Punch Strength Tester in the corner of the hall.

Whether you were an intermediate student, an advanced student, or even a Martial Artist, you had to test your punch strength. It was one of the three key measures of strength.

"You go first, Madman." Sett pointed to the Punch Strength Tester. Madman was Luo Feng's nickname.

"I'll go first, then. Watch closely!"

After speaking, Luo Feng took a deep breath and relaxed his whole body. Suddenly, his eyes sharpened, and he became like a charging lion. His spine tightened like a bowstring, and his right fist shot toward the tester like a cannonball.

With a bang, Luo Feng's fist struck the target.

The Punch Strength Tester instantly displayed a reading of 810 kg.

Whew, not bad. I should break through the threshold to become a Martial Artist by the time I finish the college entrance exam. Seeing his result, Luo Feng thought that he'd made quite a bit of progress over the past half month.

"Pretty impressive, Madman. You've improved again. My turn."

Sett followed the same routine, taking a deep breath and relaxing his body completely. Then he put all his strength into a punch at the tester.

With a bang, the Punch Strength Tester displayed a reading of 840 kg.

I'm still not used to this body. There's probably plenty of room for improvement.

"Hey, Sett, how come you've gotten weaker? Weren't you at 850 kg before?" Luo Feng rubbed his chin, then continued, "Heh, I bet you were watching something naughty last night."

"I wasn't! I'm just not in great shape today. Next time, next time I'll hit 900 kg with one punch and break through the Martial Artist threshold."

Sett knew from the memories that his punch strength was excellent, but his footwork and speed were lacking. That wasn't a big problem, though. One can overcome many techniques with sheer strength, he thought.

"Madman, Sett, you two are doing great. At this rate, you'll be Martial Artists before long," said a man who stood 1.9 meters tall and had a hideous scar on his face.

"Brother Yang," the two greeted him together. The newcomer was Yang Wu, one of the top three fighters here. His speed wasn't very good, though; otherwise, he'd have become a Martial Artist already.

"Heh, we've still got a long way to go before we can match you, Brother Yang." Sett rubbed his head as he spoke. I think that was one of Luo Feng's lines, he couldn't help but think.

"Brother Yang, could you turn on the speed test machine for me?"

"You want to test your speed? Sure. It'll be good to see how the next generation is doing." Yang Wu walked over to the machine's switch. "There, it's on."

"You go first," Sett said with a smile.

The camera lit up. Luo Feng took two deep breaths and stood on the track, which was sixty meters long.

Luo Feng pushed off hard, his powerful sprint sending him forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. In the blink of an eye, he had finished the test.

"Twenty-four meters per second. Not bad, not bad. Ah, I'm getting old. The world belongs to you young people now." Yang Wu was startled. The threshold for a Martial Artist was twenty-five meters per second, and Luo Feng was already very close.

"Not at all, Brother Yang. Your strength goes without saying. You'll definitely pass the Martial Artist assessment next time."

"Come on, Sett. Let's see how you do."

Sett adjusted his breathing, then ran with all his strength.

"Twenty-two point five meters per second. Not bad. You're close, too. You've got an edge in punch strength, while Luo Feng has an edge in speed. I don't think it'll be long before you're both Martial Artists."

"Then I'll take that as a good omen, Brother Yang. I'm sure you'll pass the Martial Artist assessment next time, too." Sett cupped his fist toward Yang Wu.

Earth needed Martial Artists right now. Every additional Martial Artist meant more strength for humanity.

Fortunately, Fanqie had his characters band together to survive the apocalypse, and a world of apocalypse and Base Cities gave humanity a new beginning. With other authors, it might have been an apocalypse story where ordinary people struggled to survive, women were treated like merchandise, and the strong divided the world among themselves.

Thinking about other novels, Sett couldn't help grumbling.