How can you stay safe after transmigrating to Valoran? Keep in mind that Bruce Lee, nearly unbeatable in unarmed combat in the real world, would only be equivalent to... a level-one Lee Sin with no gear in League of Legends?
How is a mere otaku with the fighting power of 0.5 geese supposed to survive? Will I really get bitten to death by the F4 camps, just like Clearlove?
But none of that is the main concern for our protagonist. What he cares about is this:
"It's such a relief that LeBlanc's original art isn't the one from the NA server!" says the protagonist, eating what's in his bowl while eyeing what's in the pot.
O∩_∩O
That's it: a League of Legends fanfic without a Summoner version. Other anime characters might appear in this alternate world, too.
P.S. Don't look at me like that. I'm not abandoning this story. If you don't believe me, just look at the sincere expression in my eyes, Qidian.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
