Lin Zhou died on the champions' podium. As the only Chinese-descended Delta Force god on Blue Star capable of holding back Europe and America, he fell at the moment the applause was loudest.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become an orphan in another world with the same name, so poor he had barely a breath left. The System提示:
[Host identity detected: a game-boosting escort on the verge of starving to death]
Here, esports was a nationwide faith, but the Huaxia region had been getting crushed by Europe and America for ten whole years.
"Tactics? What's that? We only know how to take straight-up gunfights."
Lin Zhou smiled.
Since he'd ended up here, he would plant the idea of "playing by feel" into these people's DNA.
In his livestream, he dipped bread in Lao Gan Ma while directing his client: "Don't move. Follow my instructions, and in three seconds you'll have two wives."
The whole internet burst out laughing: "This streamer has terminal chuunibyou!"
Until he led a group of random players onto the professional stage, putting on a one-man-army performance and turning the European and American champions into sieves.
At last, the world understood:
Some gaps are what you call a dimensionality-reduction strike.
