Chapter 155

In the moment when the hero was locked in, all distractions disappeared—victory or defeat, the audience, pressure, the match—they all vanished. It was as if a weight had been lifted off their shoulders, the game began, and the female assassin landed gracefully. Ye Chi controlled his character to charge forward, targeting the mid lane!

Meanwhile, Mo Yin didn’t leave the venue but sat on the stairs continuing to watch the livestream on his phone.

System: “Coordinator, why did you come here to watch the match?”

Mo Yin: “It’s none of your business.”

System: “Okay then.”

By the fifth game, BP wasn’t the most crucial; all confrontations ultimately became human battles. At this moment, it was about willpower and focus.

The female assassin entered the mid lane brush, her posture like a cat, constantly wary of danger.

Mo Yin stared at the phone screen, completely focused.

The final game erupted with kills within two minutes. Two aggressive plays clashed on the top lane again, and this time Ye Chi rushed over to support, helping the top laner secure a kill.

In the tense atmosphere, teammates exclaimed, “Nice!”

Ye Chi could tell his teammates’ voices were trembling. The female assassin recalled from the brush, triggering the champion skin’s signature effect. Holding her weapon, she danced elegantly, the broadcast zoomed in on her recall, the stylized letters “MY” engraved in metal effects flashed across the ground, filling the entire screen, causing cheers from the audience. Ye Chi calmly said, “Just play freely, we can win.”

Chen Dong exclaimed loudly, “No problem, I believe in the captain!”

The rest of the team echoed loudly, their momentum soaring.

Whether it was the audience below, the casters on stage, or the online viewers watching the livestream, they could all sense that REAL was feeling different in this last game.

The team played united and aggressively, daring in crucial moments. Fifteen minutes into the game, REAL had already gained a significant advantage through the roaming of the mid lane assassin.

The barrage of comments started popping up early, celebrating prematurely.

– “Brother Madman is awakening!”

– “This play has a bit of that MY flavor.”

– “REAL is about to enter the top four, I wonder if KU is feeling pressured.”

– “Feng Xiaotian really doesn’t forget to provoke at any time, sweating soybeans, swapping Ma Bao, it could have ended 3:0 long ago, thank you.”

– “Boasting a 3k advantage as if they’ve already won, don’t forget how REAL lost the last round.”

As if responding to this barrage, the system gave Mo Yin an early spoiler, “Coordinator, pay attention, there will be a major mistake in this dragon fight. The protagonist will make a crucial error and get wiped out by the opponent’s small team.”

On screen, the female assassin made a positional mistake, hooked by the opponent’s hook champion, swarmed upon and killed instantly by the enemy heroes. The rest of REAL seemed to panic and responded poorly. Just as the system said, this exchange ended with PHQ getting 3 kills for 0.

In the bottom right camera, PHQ’s players were ecstatic, while the faces of several REAL players instantly turned grim.

Being overturned in the previous round created some psychological pressure for the players, coupled with the fact that all five were playing in this level of league for the first time, having entered the playoffs with excellent results from the regular season, added another layer of pressure. Under this dual pressure, operational mistakes were inevitable for the players, which was why it was difficult for a new team to achieve results in their first season in the league.

The barrage comments echoed the one-sided belief that REAL was returning to their old ways in this round. Like Ye Chi and those previous “genius” mid-laners who were flashes in the pan, they couldn’t stand up in truly crucial rounds.

Cut to Ye Chi’s mistake, his expression still calm. After taking a sip of water, he said something, and his teammates’ expressions relaxed slightly.

The situation remained tense.

PHQ gained a significant advantage from this exchange, improving their overall position and momentum. REAL seemed to have learned from the previous round and played more cautiously. The game continued for another twenty minutes with back and forth, both sides gradually forming their equipment.

Team fights erupted one after another.

The system, somewhat addicted, kept giving Mo Yin early spoilers one after another.

“This team fight favors REAL! But they’ve lost too much health, they can’t take the Baron.”

“PHQ won this exchange 2 for 3, a small gain.”

“Dragon fight is about to happen, Coordinator, guess who will win!”

Mo Yin responded casually, “You seem pretty excited.”

System: “… Well, it’s getting a bit carried away.”

For the next half minute, the system remained silent while skills flew across the screen, special effects filling it, and the commentators almost losing their voices.

Neither side gained an advantage in the end. It remained evenly matched.

“It’s even,” the system cheerfully said, “Coordinator, didn’t expect that, did you?”

Mo Yin promptly muted the system.

For him, the outcome of the game in this small world was not that important, especially since it was the protagonist’s match. Whether they won or lost didn’t affect him much.

Therefore, “He” was like the embodiment of the world line, the pillar of the world, and nothing more.

All his speculations were mere fantasies.

Just a surge of energy.

He had given “Him” excessive significance.

Why did he do that?

Was it really because the memory module from the previous world had influenced him?

Mo Yin wasn’t good at evading; he hated self-deception.

The loss of the memory module didn’t change him; it freed him from certain constraints, the constraints of “how a natural person should be.”

After breaking these constraints, his perspective on the world began to change. In retrospect, he had already started to notice his differences in the second world, relative to natural people.

He had emotions.

It was as simple as that.

To have emotions towards an abstract energy, Mo Yin raised an eyebrow slightly. Very well, he was indeed different.

The game’s situation showed no signs of favoring either side.

The system had been muted, yet it still seemed nervously twitching as it perceived the world line.

As both teams engaged in an intense team fight at the Elder Dragon, the system was silently screaming with excitement.

The battle ended.

On screen, ten avatars turned black, nine of them, leaving only the female assassin barely surviving the Elder Dragon’s attacks, narrowly saving herself among a pile of bodies.

“Wow, this team fight was too intense! Quit just in and out, they can’t take the Elder Dragon, is there a chance for another wave?!”

“Check the respawn timers, can they make it? Hard to say, unfortunately they didn’t take the Elder Dragon down, the enemy jungler has 27 seconds left to respawn, it seems too late, they’re recalling to heal—wait, no, Quit only healed half, he switched to an attack speed item, he’s rushing back! There are minions, minions in the mid lane! Stealth and acceleration, there’s a chance, a real chance—”

Mo Yin gripped his phone tightly.

On screen, with just over half health, the female assassin dashed forward, arriving at the mid lane early, swiftly attacking the mid lane turret.

The female assassin’s health dropped by half instantly.

The commentators nervously exclaimed, “Minions, minions are here! Super minions are here!”

About ten super minions entered the range of the mid lane turret. The female assassin swiftly took down the turret without hesitation, launching an attack on the exposed base!

Mo Yin stood up from the stairs.

The base’s health rapidly plummeted under the assault of the female assassin and the super minions.

Mo Yin unmuted the system directly.

The system was shouting frantically, “Ah ah ah, we’re going to win, we’re going to win—”

Mo Yin smirked.

“The PHQ jungler is alive! Doesn’t matter, just attack the base, attack the base and we win! The super minions have been pushed out!!! Ouch, Quit’s about to die—”

The commentator yelled excitedly.

The system was equally excited, “Oh oh oh~~ PHQ is going to win, they’re going to turn it around—”

Mo Yin’s smile faded as he looked at the screen. The female assassin was left with just a sliver of health, and PHQ’s jungler used his skills to push away the super minions before focusing his attacks on the almost-dead female assassin.

Was it still not enough?

Was “He” really just a predefined existence of the world line? What did his words mean when he looked at him with those eyes during the collapse of the previous world?

Mo Yin clenched his phone tightly, his brow furrowed slightly.

Both teams’ players were shouting excitedly, the commentators on stage, and the audience below stood up, screaming wildly.

At this moment, Ye Chi’s world was unusually quiet.

His fingers, which had been operating at high intensity for several hours, trembled slightly.

“The mouse and keyboard became incredibly light.

A flash of black passed through his mind, from his world, as he looked at him, eyes questioning.

Is this where it ends? Is this your limit?

The mouse moved ever so slightly, an extremely subtle adjustment that could be mistaken for a wrist tremor-induced error. However, the female assassin’s cool face precisely dodged the incoming skills, leaping into the air, spinning and flipping like a signature move during recall, her weapon swinging towards the base, and the base exploded under her residual health—

The system, thinking it had grasped the course of events: “??????”

“Incredible positioning! My goodness, Quit’s final positioning was just terrifying. To react in possible fractions of a second like that, he’s grown, truly grown, truly deserving of this year’s most attention-worthy mid-lane rookie. Unfortunately, PHQ’s Spring Season ends here, and similarly, let’s congratulate REAL for winning the match and advancing to the semifinals!!!”

Both commentators shouted together.

System: “…………….” This is unreasonable.

“Call.”

On the screen, REAL’s teammates were already embracing the coach who rushed onto the stage, some players visibly crying. Ye Chi remained composed, his eyes bright and firm, his arms firmly around his teammates.

Mo Yin asked, “Why aren’t you continuing to call?”

System: “…………”

Wait a moment, it’s checking the world line.

The system muted itself, running rapidly, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

Mo Yin finally lifted a faint smile on his face.

His speculation was correct!

“He” had self-awareness, a life of his own, an independent existence, just like him… some kind of “person”…

Mo Yin put down his phone, descending the stairs step by step, his footsteps light.

Ye Chi was being interviewed on stage, his forehead covered in sweat, his right hand trembling slightly as he held the microphone, his left hand behind his back, also trembling unconsciously.

Barrage comments were flooding with praises like “Plea to the Gods successful,” “Brother Madman C proves himself,” “Brother Madman is so handsome,” “Breaking doubts,” and so on. Ye Chi wouldn’t see any of these, but in the faces of fans below the stage, their tears of joy, waving light boards with his ID, were all in his eyes. His heart surged, each breath accompanied by the exhilaration of victory.

The host asked a few tactical questions related to the game, which Ye Chi answered briefly without revealing strategies. He was still hot, unusually excited physically, still in the atmosphere of the game.

“The final base-pointing operation was absolutely spectacular. In the intense five-game battle, how did you manage that incredible base demolition operation? What was going through your mind at the time?”

Ye Chi took the microphone, pondering for a moment, looking towards the top right corner of the arena. By the time the game ended, all the professional players present had quietly left, leaving it empty now. Ye Chi said, “For the operation, it’s all about feeling, and as for thoughts,” he looked earnestly and seriously in that direction, “I… didn’t want to disappoint this skin.”