The dashing Sun Yuan’s soul enters the body of eight-year-old Li Chengqian in the Tang Dynasty.
He obtains the strongest trash-talking System: the harsher his insults, the greater the rewards!
I’ve been playing League for ten years, and I’m the guardian of my teammates’ moms in Zaun. You think I’ve been playing for nothing?
Come on, little Wei Zheng!
You’re no match for me!
“Your Majesty, the Turks have already taken Liangzhou!”
“We should negotiate and cede territory!”
Cede territory?
Sun Yuan raises his signature gesture and measures the other man’s tiny brain. “Cede my ass!”
“Aren’t the people of Liangzhou human? Aren’t they citizens of the Tang Dynasty? Isn’t Liangzhou’s land our territory? Aren’t its cities the homes of the local people? Didn’t our forebears win them one by one with their blood and sweat?”
“Up at the crack of dawn, my ass!”
“You think you can just give it away because you say so?”
“Our Tang Dynasty will cede no land, pay no reparations, and offer no tribute. Anyone who bows their head to the Turks, don’t blame this prince for showing no mercy!”
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host. You have received: ten Leopard 2 main battle tanks, one hundred special forces soldiers, 1,000 105 mm shells, one million 7.62 mm rounds, and tanks that require no fuel to operate.]
“Follow me and slaughter them all!”
