A League of Legends spin-off story. No transmigration, no System, based on the original setting.
A gunslinging tough guy and a fiery little girl make their way across Valoran.
When a hardened gunman learns to braid a little girl's hair, and a lonely young dark mage is carried on someone's shoulders to watch the sunset for the first time.
“The Black Rose sent the Widowmaker to capture Annie, but the little girl won her over with roasted marshmallows?”
“Twisted Fate didn't steal gold coins at all. He stole a black-iron coin that sealed Mordekaiser's soul!”
Graves shields Swain's demonic hand with his own body, black rose daggers protruding from his back. “Kid, remember to pour the strongest liquor in front of my tombstone...”
As Annie burns through her life to unleash an ultimate forbidden spell, Graves smashes a coin of fate and invokes a forbidden art of time. “If we live, we live together. If we die... hell no, I won't allow it!”
Beneath an Ionian ginkgo tree, Annie uses flames to sketch an illusion of herself beside Graves. In silence, Graves carves a second name into his shotgun: “Annie Hastur.”
It's such a good book that no one cares about…