Dude, Are You the God of Basketball or What?

(The story begins with Derrick Rose’s MVP season. If you don’t like the Mosaic team, skip the introductory chapters.)

This was an era of beginnings, transitions, and turning points.

Looking back, the thrilling seven-game battle between the Lakers and Celtics felt like a return to the age ruled by the Black Mamba and the Big Fundamental.

The old cowboys of Dallas prepared for battle, launching one final charge at the highest honor.

The forlorn Little Emperor chose to take his talents to the South Beach, poised to strike alongside equally ambitious young players, unaware that his crown was already slipping further and further away...

The giants were just as unwilling to leave the stage, holding on to their last glimmer of glory.

Of course, what people talked about most that year was actually the birth of the God of Basketball.

To Liu Bei, titles like “Death Lock,” “God of Basketball,” “Undisputed King of American Entertainment,” and “Honored Guest at the Trump Table” were all just fleeting clouds...

After all, playing ball was his livelihood, making money was his side hustle, playing ball with female friends was his hobby, and tormenting people was his real pleasure!