Bullied All Night, Then My E-Bike Got Stolen Outside the Internet Cafe

I played Yasuo all night. Zero kills, twenty-one deaths.

When I left the internet cafe, my only valuable possession, my electric scooter, was gone.

Lin Fan, a “stubborn king” who had spent ten years stuck in the Iron tier, had become a laughingstock in this superpowered city where “rank equals status.”

Everyone mocked me, calling me a disgrace to Wind Swordsmanship and a useless bum destined to lie flat for the rest of my life.

Then one day, the computer-controlled Master Yi beat me to a pulp in a custom game, only to pull me into the game world.

This legendary Wuju Master turned out to be Yasuo’s mentor!

He looked at me, his gaze profound. “You’ve got a good temperament, kid. Will you come with me and learn something real?”

When I used a perfect circular Steel Tempest with an Iron-tier body at the school tournament;

When I shouted “Sorye ge ton!” at the world championship, and Last Breath swept across the entire arena;

When the demon gods of another world descended and the world’s challengers were desperate,

I, Lin Fan, simply stepped forward, my longsword humming softly.

“You know nothing about power.”