“Marksman, you’re f*cking useless! Go find a tower to jump off!” As the crystal exploded, Ali saw the “Ranked Match Over” message on his phone and broke down sobbing. The national-ranking carry order he’d taken to earn 50,000 yuan for his father’s treatment had fallen through, and his 5,000-yuan deposit was gone. He had only 50 yuan left, and his father’s face on the hospital bed swam before his eyes. He smashed his wineglass, hated himself for being so helpless, then passed out with his phone in his arms.
When he opened his eyes again, his phone showed May 19, 2016! He’d actually traveled back to the year Honor of Kings was still in its public beta and called “Hero Records”! Clutched in his hand was the phone he’d brought back, his inbox held the discontinued hero Aileen, and his mind was packed with ten years’ worth of top-tier game knowledge. While others were still wondering whether to buy boots from the start, he used Yu Ji’s second skill to dodge Li Yuanfang’s passive and claim First Blood. While his teammates farmed the jungle by the book, he built a five-thousand-gold lead in six minutes, prompting the jungler to ask, “Did you study economics?” The opposing team accused him of hacking, but he wiped them out with a five-kill team fight using a Flash combo. Watching the crystal explode, he sneered, “The Rift of 2016 is ready for a new god, and this time it’s me!”
This time, he’d claim every national ranking, take the top three spots once Peak Tournament opened, and earn more money from Honor of Kings than he could ever spend. He’d make sure his family could live well, and make everyone who’d ever mocked him look up to him!
