Chapter 184

Two teams coincidentally placed all their chips for victory on their midlaners.

In the Spring Split, the game where Ye Chi, leading with a substitute support jungler, secured ADT’s victory marked a significant transformation for him in the competition.

Ye Chi, known for flawless teamwork leading to victories, discovered another way to win matches.

A team must have someone step up at critical moments.

This was what Mo Yin taught him.

Meanwhile, Mo Yin, who had always believed in relying on individual skill for absolute victory, had also learned, just like in the first game, to defend in the rear and rely on team cooperation for victory.

Through repeated confrontations, they learned each other’s ways to win matches.

They were opponents, yet they admired each other. In the final game of the league, they went head-to-head based on their abilities.

DSG was determined to win, while REAL had the ambition to create miracles. Both teams were cautious in their lineups.

With Goddess of the Bright Moon and Cassadine meeting in the mid lane, Mo Yin confidently went forward to draw blood.

Given their early-game weaknesses, both heroes generally farmed peacefully, awaiting the late game.

Mo Yin’s aggressive move caught the commentators and audience off guard, with Ye Chi being the only one prepared—he swiftly dodged away.

Ye Chi smiled, returning the favor without hesitation.

Farm? Only those who are alive have the right to farm.

Both engaged in intense early-game exchanges in the mid lane.

Both junglers coincidentally finished their jungle buffs and came to support their lanes. The mid-jungle 2v2 skirmish was intense; after a fierce exchange, both sides retreated with low health.

Guan Ming: “Wait for me to clear red buff before returning to lane.”

“Don’t come,” Mo Yin said. “As long as you don’t reveal vision, I’ll pretend you’re here.”

Meanwhile, Sun Yuanyang retreated to the jungle area before returning, saying, “What do you think, bro? If he doesn’t come back, should we go at him again?”

On screen, the low-health Goddess of the Bright Moon continued to play aggressively, with Ye Chi saying, “You go back to clear; they’re probably camping.”

Whether the opponent was camping or not was a psychological game; if they were, a low-health 2v2 could end badly. If they weren’t, failing to kill Mo Yin in a 2v1 would put them at a disadvantage.

“Don’t break the jungle rhythm,” Ye Chi decisively judged. “You’re more effective than the opponent.”

Mo Yin, based on Ye Chi’s lane judgment, confidently returned to base to equip himself, assured that the opponent’s jungler had returned to the jungle.

Both sides began to focus on development and operations in the game, with a momentary calm in the game but an ever-present feeling of an impending intense battle.

The first dragon was born.

The first Water Dragon’s regenerative effect was significant for both sides’ early lane support, making it a contested resource.

“Bot lane, come close!”

Tang Qi and Ding Wenquan hurried to the dragon’s location.

“Here they come.”

Jungler Guan Ming ran from the red area, while top laner Qin Kunlun said, “I’ll keep him busy top lane; you guys go.”

Mo Yin pinged signals while heading towards the bot lane, with Ye Chi almost simultaneously clearing minions. The two entered the mid lane brush to compete for vision, tension high.

For teams with similar late-game power compositions, even a slight advantage in the early game could become a key factor in victory. Therefore, both sides approached this team fight with determination to win.

With all vision illuminated, players from both sides maneuvered, attempting to find a good opportunity to initiate a team fight. At times like these, it’s about patience and resource depletion.

Tang Qi threw a skill over, inadvertently hitting the dragon when Chen Dong dodged. The dragon immediately started attacking him.

“Oh damn, I pulled Hatred.”

Chen Dong awkwardly dodged while instinctively attacking the dragon a couple of times.

“Pull it out directly and fight.”

Ye Chi decisively said.

They couldn’t afford a repeat of the Spring Split; DSG aimed to disrupt their team formation!

“They’re doing it!” Tang Qi anxiously said.

“Watch me.”

Following Mo Yin’s command, the heroes surged into the opposing team, “Team fight!”

Both sides erupted into a team fight.

Commentators hurriedly followed, “Goddess of the Bright Moon is in—MY’s Q—Ah! Q missed!”

As the commentators lamented, the Goddess of the Bright Moon who had missed a crucial Q was instantly focused and killed by four heroes from REAL.

Inside the DSG team voice chat, chaos ensued.

Their obedience to Mo Yin’s commands was ingrained in their DNA, so as Mo Yin charged in, the bot lane support also charged into the fight without hesitation. Goddess of the Bright Moon’s fatal missed Q resulted in rapid DSG casualties, and the team fight was an immediate defeat, with only jungler Guan Ming narrowly escaping thanks to his displacement ability; the bot lane support died, and REAL only paid the price of one ignited jungler taken away, securing three kills and a Water Dragon. What’s worse, Cassadine got a kill and an assist!

Late-game champions like Cassadine thrive with each passing minute and increase in gold. Every bit of advantage in the early game, especially getting kills and assists, tilts the balance of victory in their favor.

After a brief chaos in DSG’s voice chat, followed by a moment of silence, reassurances began.

“It’s okay.”

“One Water Dragon isn’t a big issue.”

“Be careful in mid lane; Cassadine has equipped himself.”

Mo Yin, feeling bewildered by his incredible mistake, respawned at the fountain, manipulating his mouse to buy items, his eyes reflecting the chaotic light of the game.

There was a slight buzzing in his ears.

When he initiated the team fight earlier by diving into the enemy, just as he was about to press Q, a strange dizzying sensation hit his mind. His fingers froze, and when he pressed Q, he felt somewhat disoriented. It wasn’t until his character lay dead on the ground, the screen turned black, that the dizziness subsided.

“Coordinator,” the long-absent system suddenly came online, “Are you okay?”

Mo Yin controlled his character back to the lane.

“What happened?”

Mo Yin communicated with the system while in the lane.

“I sensed a disturbance in the timeline awakening from dormancy, realizing you were about to lose.”

Mo Yin curled his lips, silently sneering, “Oh?”

Good, it seems that strange sensation just now wasn’t his imagination.

It was the influence of the “timeline.”

“Yes.”

The reactivated system spoke cautiously, “Do you remember the Spring Split playoffs? Because of your interference, REAL won a game they shouldn’t have.”

“The timeline has initiated corrective powers. Before the match with ADT in the Spring Split, REAL’s jungler, Sun Yuanyang, suddenly fell ill.”

“You were supposed to lose to the protagonist in the Spring Split regular season, but you didn’t.”

“Now the timeline is beginning to correct. There are many factors that can influence the game, such as…”

Mo Yin felt a prick on his forehead, his hand trembling. He was caught out online by the enemy mid-jungle, and the screen turned black again.

The system’s voice sounded calm, “Focus after communicating with me.”

Mo Yin’s unusual online death left the commentators momentarily confused on stage, unsure how to cover it, while the audience below murmured in confusion.

“Communicating with you won’t distract me.”

Mo Yin continued to buy items, saying indifferently, “You’re not that important.”

The system changed its tone, “I’m sorry, Coordinator. Well, there are other factors, like physical factors similar to Sun Yuanyang’s.”

The opposing jungler also felt something was wrong, “What’s wrong with Mai Bao today? Just handled it bluntly.”

Ye Chi frowned slightly. He had sensed it since the last team fight; Mo Yin’s missed Q was odd, such a rookie mistake wasn’t like Mo Yin.

DSG’s teammates had never experienced the feeling of “mid-lane news coming frequently” in a match, so they all fell silent for a while.

Mo Yin opened his mic and said to Guan Ming, “Let me take the jungle camps.”

Guan Ming was still shocked by Mo Yin’s caught-out death and came to his senses, stopping his hand from attacking the three wolves. “Alright… Should I help you in mid lane?”

“Yeah.”

Mo Yin continued to farm his jungle while communicating with the system, “Physical factors?”

“Yes, people always have physical discomfort.”

Mo Yin sneered again, “So the timeline plays games like this? Cheating when you can’t win?”

The system didn’t respond.

Mo Yin didn’t press further. It wasn’t the time.

He moved his fingers, eyes fixed on the screen, manipulating his character to go back online.

On the other side, Cassadine had secured two kills and two assists by sixteen minutes, had a solid farm, and was fully transitioning toward becoming a monster. Meanwhile, Goddess of the Bright Moon here had a score of 0-2-1; besides farming, she was falling behind in all other stats.

Despite gaining a significant advantage, Ye Chi didn’t feel happy; his brows were tightly furrowed as if he were in a disadvantaged position.

For some reason, a very uncomfortable feeling.

Ye Chi decided not to further push the lane and only farmed minions online, wanting to go back directly, but Goddess of the Bright Moon, who was farming behind, suddenly rushed up.

Similarly, a Q skill came flying—

This time, the Q skill came with pinpoint accuracy, piercing through minions. Goddess of the Bright Moon’s combo was incredibly smooth, chasing down the low-health Cassadine under the tower after farming minions, then using skills to safely escape under the tower.

Top-tier dream maneuvers instantly electrified the commentators who were just analyzing what happened to MY today and the audience below.

“Wow, buddy, what happened to not getting solo killed?”

Ye Chi’s furrowed brows relaxed slightly as he smiled, his gaze focused. “I was careless just now. It won’t happen again this match.”

A roaring noise filled his ears.

Teammates relievedly shouted “Nice,” their voices suddenly distant.

In the instant Q was deployed just now, expected dizziness flooded Mo Yin’s mind as if someone had stuck a finger into his brain and stirred, causing intense nausea. This time Mo Yin was prepared, mustering all his mental strength to combat the vertigo.

On a mental level, it felt like a split-second battle in a dimension of time, with both offense and defense waged within his body.

He emerged victorious.

Despite the explosive ringing in his ears, rapid heartbeat, and soaring body temperature, his body couldn’t withstand the strain of this intense mental battle and issued a warning.

“Coordinator,” the system also issued a warning, “you cannot use your mental strength through this body!”

Mental strength could enhance various physical skills; in the ancient world, Mo Yin had managed to sustain his shattered body by infusing it with a trace of mental strength. But what he just did was manipulate his mental strength to counteract the force affecting him. In a sense, he had erected a barrier with his mental strength, a form of mental manifestation control that only a naturally resilient body could endure. The synthetic body replicated within the small world theoretically had a similar composition to that of a synthetic person, far too strained to bear such intense mental strength.

“Fine,” Mo Yin replied to the system, “if this so-called world-line power behaves itself.”

“This is a natural occurrence, Coordinator. You shouldn’t defy the natural forces.”

“You better log off.”

Mo Yin paused, saying in his consciousness, “Or bring that other one back.”

“Though it’s dumber than you, it’s slightly cuter.”

Once Mo Yin exposed it as not the previous system, the system fell silent.

Mo Yin couldn’t be bothered with it anymore, fully immersing himself in the game.

World-line, world-line… Screw this world-line of the world, he would decide which way this world’s world-line would go!

A wave of mental assaults in his mind.

Physical engagements in the game one after another.

Collisions, skirmishes, team fights.

“Here comes Goddess of the Bright Moon! Run!”

“Cassadine, Cassadine’s level 16, what do we do?”

“Ancient Dragon respawned, both sides are heading over!”

Sweat streamed down his forehead continuously, fingers and palms trembling slightly as he pressed the keyboard and mouse. Goddess of the Bright Moon, the Moon Goddess, charged into the fray with a streak of purple lightning, continuously refreshing skills and engaging in close combat with Cassadine, who was doing the same—

After intense combat, only one person remained on the field.

Goddess of the Bright Moon, the Moon Goddess, barely standing with a sliver of health, clicked to recall, with minions following her into the base.

2-1.

DSG wins.

Congratulations from the commentators, cheers from the fans, almost inaudible to Mo Yin’s ears.

Teammates rushed over, shaking his chair joyously, looking as though they’d won a championship. Mo Yin stood up and walked towards the opposite side, fist-bumping the opponents.

Ye Chi had already stood up early, his expression calm as always when losing to Mo Yin, admitting defeat graciously. Though outmatched in skill, he would rematch anytime, his gaze fixed on Mo Yin’s face, noticing the sweat dripping down his flushed cheeks, evidently having given his all.

An exhilarating match left their hearts racing long after.

At the moment their fists collided, Ye Chi felt Mo Yin’s hand burning hot.

He hesitated, subconsciously turning away.

As Mo Yin brushed past him, fist-bumping the top laner before turning back, Ye Chi murmured softly, “You okay?”

Mo Yin didn’t answer, walking straight to his seat for the match.

The players left the stage, DSG’s players ecstatic; today’s match was too thrilling!

“I’m going to the restroom.”

Mo Yin broke away from the group halfway there.

Inside the restroom, he set down his keyboard and mouse wrapped in a mouse pad, gripping the sink with both hands, turning on the faucet to cool his overheated cheeks with cold water.

Indeed, he had gone too far.

Mo Yin took a deep breath, cupping water to splash his face.

The temperature inside his body continued to rise.

His nose tingled, and at the same time, his shoulder was lightly touched.

“Are you okay?”

A ringing sound still echoed in his ears as Mo Yin glanced back at Ye Chi.

Ye Chi looked genuinely concerned and worried about him.

“I’m fine.”

Mo Yin speculated in response to Ye Chi’s question.

Ye Chi continued to say something.

Mo Yin brushed his hand aside and turned to walk into the compartment.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Ye Chi stood outside the compartment and asked, “You don’t look well.” He glanced at the door and added, “Was it because of this during the mistake on the field too?”

His slender fingers touched his nose, and fresh red blood dripped down his hand.

Mo Yin glanced at his finger nonchalantly and said, “No, I’m perfectly fine.”