ADC Tahm

As the only protagonist in transmigration history to be sent flying twice by the same club within the first two chapters, Tahm was filled with nothing but grief and indignation. System! Where's my Flash?!

The familiar mechanical voice replied, "The host is not a summoner, and this is not Summoner's Rift. This system has never provided summoner spells. Please familiarize yourself with the system's operating mechanisms before using skills."

Who had time to familiarize himself with anything? He was being chased down and beaten by a huge iron rod! Tahm covered his face as he crawled out of the crater he had smashed into the ground himself. He barely dared move the hand covering his face, afraid of tugging at the wound like last time, when his swollen face had hurt so badly he nearly died.

Wait. Tahm suddenly realized something. Why didn't it hurt at all this time? His big face had just made intimate contact with Toad White's iron rod, yet it had not swollen like before. A glance at the system panel showed his health was already at 593/852, proving that the attack had indeed dealt damage to his HP. But his body was still in perfect condition?

So this was what a golden finger was! The Datafication System meant that no matter how badly he was beaten, his body model would not be damaged. Just like in a game, even a hero at critical health would not become crippled and unable to fight. As long as his health bar was not empty, he could keep fighting at full capacity!

Tahm was thrilled, his eyes shining. Now he truly had confidence. He stood firmly before Toad White, carrying himself like a warrior who would never retreat. Sage Fukasaku's expression softened, and he even felt a trace of relief.

"Take this!" Tahm roared, using the only offensive technique he had learned over the past year. "Mount Myoboku Style: Tongue Stretch Technique!" As his voice fell, a broad, thick, resilient tongue unlike those of any other toads on Mount Myoboku shot from Tahm's huge mouth like a fired bullet, hurtling straight at Toad White.

Too slow. The move had plenty of force but lacked speed. With Toad White's strength, he could easily dodge it. Sage Fukasaku's eye was sharp enough to see through the technique at once. And why had this brat still not corrected that bad habit of shouting out his move names in battle? He already could not hit anyone, yet he was stupid enough to warn his opponent beforehand! More importantly, how the hell was this bastard yelling the skill's name while stretching out his tongue to attack?

The old Fukasaku, who had lived for many years and seen countless things, experienced for the first time the bizarre sensation of having too many things to complain about for his brain to process.

Just as Sage Fukasaku had expected, Toad White's body swayed, and he leaped into the air, casually evading the trajectory of Tahm's enormous tongue. He then raised his rod, intending to use the momentum to give Tahm another blow.

At that moment, everyone, including Tahm, was stunned! The tongue, which had clearly missed, forcibly twisted in a bizarre posture along with Toad White's movement. It changed direction several times in an instant, then smashed viciously into Toad White's body. It was as if an invisible giant hand had seized the tongue and pressed it onto him. Toad White was utterly at a loss, and in the next second, a massive tongue mercilessly knocked him out of the air.

What was going on?

The watching toads were all shocked. A tongue could be used like that?

Sage Fukasaku was equally stunned. He had clearly seen the attack miss, yet it had landed squarely in the end. His useless disciple had a trick like this?

Tahm himself was dumbfounded. He could clearly feel that after his tongue shot out, it was as though he had installed some high-tech guidance system that forcibly struck the opponent. Yes, aside from the word "forcibly," he did not know how else to describe it.

Could it be? A thought suddenly came to Tahm. Since his body had been datafied, had his attacks also been datafied according to game rules? In the game, his tongue attack was a basic attack. And basic attacks were targeted attacks—impossible to evade. Apart from a few special skills that could avoid them, once he launched an attack, every other character was destined to be hit!

With that thought, Tahm did something even more shocking. He suddenly turned around, putting his back to Toad White. In his mind, he designated Toad White as his target and activated Mount Myoboku Style: Tongue Stretch Technique! Something even stranger happened. In that instant, a huge tongue reversed itself 180 degrees in midair and attacked Toad White behind Tahm's back.

I can dodge it! That was Toad White's first instinct in battle. His legs reacted swiftly, stomping the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust as his entire body darted to the side. Yet the tongue followed him like a shadow, suddenly accelerating and turning with Toad White's movements. Like an experienced driver on autopilot, it smoothly shifted its trajectory before slamming viciously into Toad White's arm. The force sent a sharp pain through him, and he nearly lost his grip on the iron rod.

Sure enough, it was not merely that his attacks were targeted! Tahm's heart surged with excitement. Toad White had clearly been so far away from him, yet he had still been struck by a basic attack. This meant that the Tongue Stretch Technique he had painstakingly trained for a year to catch bugs was not a useless skill at all. For him, it was a divine skill—it could increase the length of his tongue, which meant multiplying his attack range several times over!

Who said Tahm could not play ADC? The first long-ranged toad in history had been born!

Pressing his advantage, Tahm lashed out with his tongue again. Relying on his lengthy attack range, he thoroughly enjoyed the satisfying feeling of standing still and dealing damage. This strike hit Toad White again without any suspense.

After being struck repeatedly, Toad White was visibly injured. He immediately sprang backward to widen the distance, watching his opponent from afar as he reconsidered his strategy.

What keen battle instincts! Tahm no longer dared underestimate this obscure, somewhat dim-witted opponent. After taking three hits, Toad White had already noticed his attack range and quietly withdrawn from it. This dojo was enormous. At his own speed, if Toad White started circling around him like the King of Qin circling a pillar, Tahm would be left eating dust behind him for quite a while.

Wait. Three hits? That meant—

Just as Tahm had hoped, when he looked through the system interface in his mind, a fierce Big Fish Mark had appeared on Toad White's body, now glowing blood-red and baring its fangs and claws. Meanwhile, the Devour skill icon—the only skill he had learned at level one—was flashing, ready to activate at any moment.

Could he use it from this far away? Unlike in the game, where he had to cast it at close range, the moment the thought arose in Tahm's mind, he sensed a strange force stirring in the void. The Big Fish Mark on Toad White's body began to writhe, and an invisible force instantly enveloped the distant Toad White, who was still considering his options—

Before everyone's eyes, Toad White disappeared!