The Three Kingdoms' Greatest Jungler

In Shanghai, the Magic City, Liu Xiaobei had just gotten off work, exhausted, and planned to unwind with his friends. But their five-person internet cafe gaming sessions had never once ended in a win. Today, Liu Xiaobei swore he would break the curse.

Everyone knows the jungler is the biggest scapegoat of all. At best, people curse you for not ganking; at worst, they insult your whole family. Nobody wants to play the role anymore.

Liu Xiaobei put on his headset, his heart surging with the thought, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" Luo Binwang's words appeared in his mind: "Look at the world today: whose realm will it be?" Then he silently recited a poem about going zero and eight:

The mighty river rolls east, its waters sweeping heroes away. Right and wrong, victory and defeat, all vanish in a blink. The river crab remains as ever, beneath sunsets red through the ages. Red and blue buffs on the riverbank, accustomed to autumn moons and spring breezes. A solo match brings old friends together. So many tales from the Valley of Heroes, all now the stuff of laughter and conversation…

Then he decisively locked in the jungler role that everyone liked to blame.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.