You Wanted a Puppet, So I Created League of Legends?

My sect branded me a good-for-nothing and cast me out because my puppetry didn't focus on killing and brute force.

They don't understand. A true puppeteer doesn't control pieces on a board, but people's hearts and the rules themselves.

So I created the Heroes' Battlefield.

From then on, the continent's mightiest Sword Saints and Archmages became noobs who could only shout "666" in front of the "heroes" I designed.

They argued until they were red in the face over the crafting paths for a piece of "equipment," and spent sleepless nights agonizing over whether a "gank" succeeded.

Meanwhile, I only had to move a finger and issue a "patch notes" announcement to make an entire dynasty's top team collapse in an instant.

They think I'm a second-rate puppeteer?

No. I'm the one and only God of Gaming in this world.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.