Max-Level Prediction, Level-Zero Hands: A Pro Gamer Treated Like a Dog

[System: Congratulations, Host! You have obtained “God-Tier Game Sense.” Current rank: Bronze III.]

Mo Yu transmigrated and got bound to a League of Legends System, thinking he was about to become the god of the Rift.

But then…

Five Bronze players grouped up to dive him under his own tower. Two of them died, but they still managed to beat him into the ground.

He predicted their ultimate, but they hit him with Ignite, Flash, and another ultimate, vaporizing him in one combo.

He hid in a bush, and they charged at him with their ultimates!

He recalled, and they somehow knew exactly which route he’d take and which corner he’d turn!

Mo Yu got it: at a rank where nobody could be bothered to think, being crazy beat being clever.

So he bought a Platinum account and activated “Sixth-Layer” mode:

Blitzcrank’s hook curved ninety degrees, Lee Sin could kick someone back to their fountain without vision, Ezreal never missed a Q, and his ultimate always finished off low-health enemies!

The enemy team lost it and reported him: “This EZ is hacking! Even Uzi doesn’t have that kind of accuracy!”

But the System panel displayed: Proficiency: Beginner (20/1000).

When all four of his champions were banned, the System gave him Maokai instead.

Mo Yu grinned. “Who says a support can’t play top? Who says Maokai can’t carry?”

Welcome to the “game sense” Rift. Here, it’s not about mechanics, only psychological warfare.

You think I’m on the first layer? Sorry, I’m already six layers deep in your family’s ancestral grave.