The screen went black, and Liang Bing exited the League's virtual interface. Her face darkened with anger as she cursed,
"You damn bitch, you really went that hard!"
Though it had been intentional, every sensation had still felt incredibly real and vivid.
Liang Bing clutched her lower abdomen. If she had not known it was a game and that she could not die, she would only have realized afterward that Kesha had stabbed her ninety-nine times.
That bitch was definitely settling the score for that sword strike from back then!
Immersed in the game, Liang Bing felt as though she had forgotten something important.
She then entered the League again and began her road to becoming king in Summoner's Rift.
Time flowed by silently like this, slipping away without anyone noticing.
The universe had never stopped turning for anyone. Time was fair to everyone.
Angel City was swept up in a high-profile League craze. The older angels were somewhat better, but the younger angels in particular poured into it, searching for the true meaning of justice.
As the creator of the game, Wang Shu naturally knew about all this, but he did not become overly immersed in it.
In Angel Forest, he continued studying the knowledge of gods under He Xi as usual.
By his reckoning, more than half of his diplomatic mission in Angel City had already passed. It was nearing its end and would soon be over.
Though He Xi was mischievous, there was no denying that she was an excellent teacher.
She had never been stingy with her instruction either, teaching him knowledge with virtually no reservations.
His time studying under He Xi had become an unforgettable memory, one that left a deep impression on him.
That day, Wang Shu was researching the Clone Technique. He