Su Ci, an esports superstar, was set up by a colleague, forced to retire, and died suddenly.
When he woke up, he was being held down and beaten with a paddle.
People around him were laughing, the paddle kept coming down, and his backside was throbbing with pain...
But Su Ci breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. This round is playable.”
The bailiff administering the beating had been wielding paddles for twenty years, but had never seen anyone take a beating without crying out, instead using his muscles to absorb the force.
The thugs hunting him discovered that his evasive footwork was even slipperier than a rabbit’s.
The county commandant who wanted to recruit him discovered that a few words from him could shatter his men’s psychological defenses.
Later, when enemy troops laid siege to the city, Su Ci stood atop the wall and told the defending general:
“Treat the left lane as the farm lane, the right as the clash lane, and group up mid until I signal.”
“I’ll call this team fight.”
The enemy commander never understood, even to his dying breath, how his thirty thousand cavalrymen had been wiped out by ten thousand defenders.
Only Princess Yun Ni knew that, in this man’s eyes, the world was nothing more than a game on a higher difficulty setting.
And she decided to keep playing by his side.
