You Forced Me to Retire? Now I’m Back with a Team, So Why Are You Crying?

He was once a three-time champion of Honor of Kings, hailed as “the pinnacle of marksmen”!

One day, saving a child cost him his right hand, ending his rise to the top at the blade of a human trafficker.

His team, Star Rain, showed no mercy. They signed a rising star and mocked him without hesitation: “You’re useless. Stop taking up space!”

On a snowy winter night, in a corner café, he stared at the sixteen tarnished national champion badges on his account. The glory of the past felt as cold as ashes.

Then a message shattered the silence. The strongest player on the national server’s clash lane, his sworn brother, had sent him a long-overdue greeting.

When his friend learned of the humiliation his brother had suffered, he angrily flipped the virtual table.

“Those bastards! I’ll team up with you. We’ll tear through the minor leagues and set our sights on the KPL!”

He gave a bitter smile. “But you hate professional competition more than anything...”

His friend’s gaze turned grave as he dropped a bombshell buried for four years:

“What if I told you that I hated the pro league back then...”

“...only because the team you devoted yourself to was standing on that damn stage: Star Rain!”

His ruined wrist throbbed.

His pent-up rage burned.

His brother’s declaration was the spark:

“An eighty-million entry fee? Who gives a damn! You little punks in the minor leagues, get ready to have your necks stepped on!”

“The pinnacle of marksmen is back...”

This time, they would use the wreckage of their team as a stepping-stone, trample the contempt and betrayal of their sworn enemies, and announce their return as kings to the world!