National Fate CS: My Dimensionality-Reducing Strike as a Transmigrator

While waiting at a red light during a food delivery, I somehow transmigrated to a futuristic sci-fi city.

Hovercars filled the skies, and everyone had access to high-tech gear. But I ended up an undocumented nobody without even an ID.

Even crazier, the ultimate competition that decided a nation's fate was… playing CSGO?

Watching these “pro players” who couldn't even counter-strafe, I silently pulled out my keyboard.

As I slaughtered the Neon Champions like pigs and national heroes begged me to teach a class,

the elegant rabbit host winked at me. “Welcome to the real game, Mr. Lin Mo.”