Chapter 194

The system avoided Mo Yin’s questions.

Avoidance itself is a form of response.

Mo Yin has been thinking, about the League, whether he completes the mission or fails, the League is very tolerant of him. So why did they let him enter the small worlds? To steal energy? It doesn’t seem necessary to go to such lengths.

The system’s attitude towards the pillar energy of this world is clearly avoidance.

So is it possible that he himself is actually the key to these missions?

Is the system guiding the world lines brought into the small worlds actually targeting him?

And what he feels most in these small worlds is precisely two words—change.

Wasn’t the system’s previous statement interesting?

“The sixth generation natural humans still have emotions.”

It sounds a bit like breeding species.

What is the League expecting? What will appear on him, this seventh generation natural human? And what role does the pillar energy of this world play in all of this?

The spiritual power of the system entwines around the body’s organs and unknowingly tightens its bond with this body.

The system remains silent as Mo Yin smiles and continues to watch the match.

REAL predictably advanced from the qualifiers to the group stage.

After the intense and intensive matches of the summer season, REAL’s strength has obviously grown stronger. Similar to Ye Chi, they faintly show signs of a rebirth, evolving rapidly as a powerful team through constant tempering.

Mo Yin hasn’t received any messages from Ye Chi for several days now.

Ye Chi is a discerning person; after not receiving a reply, he stopped sending messages altogether.

He understands him, knows him well, and understands that right now, the most important thing for both of them is not to disturb each other.

There are still chances to meet—backstage after the qualifiers, in the hotel lobby, in the elevator… They’ve encountered each other a few times.

Not very close, but amidst the crowd.

Ye Chi looks at him from afar, Mo Yin meets his gaze briefly before they look away.

The time they have is too short; Ye Chi can’t speculate on what’s really going on between them in just a few seconds.

In that same brief moment, Mo Yin can clearly see restrained sadness in Ye Chi’s eyes.

Suddenly being pushed away without reason, Ye Chi must be confused and hurt, right?

In such a peculiar time, there’s nothing they can do.

They can only endure the emotional torment and focus on the matches.

I wonder if Ye Chi finds this feeling somewhat familiar? Compared to certain moments in previous worlds?

Mo Yin anticipated the system’s conditions before they were even proposed.

Yeah, he was thinking the same thing.

Not for anything else; he doesn’t want to play love games with someone who doesn’t know anything, especially when that person should actually know everything.

It’s a bit convoluted, but Mo Yin understands it himself—he wants to pressure Ye Chi.

Or rather, pressure the person hidden within Ye Chi’s body.

Due to avoidance principles, DSG and REAL were not placed in the same group after the qualifiers. Both teams secured top spots in their groups and advanced to the quarterfinals. Unfortunately, KU was eliminated in the qualifiers, while ADT, as if destined, met REAL again in the quarterfinals.

In the spring season, REAL lost to ADT because the jungler was sick.

In the summer season, REAL lost to DSG, lifting ADT into the world championships.

The strange fate between these two teams has made their internal competition within the region highly contentious on domestic forums.

Especially REAL’s fans, mocked as the void champions in the spring season and ridiculed for failing to enter the world championships in the summer season, have been holding back their anger for a long time. ADT, you’ve caused enough trouble, now get ready to be beaten!

And REAL lived up to expectations by exacting revenge against ADT.

Into the top four.

DSG and REAL both successfully advanced with a 3-0 victory each.

Soon, it was time for the semifinals.

DSG first faced a team from another region, which wasn’t very strong in itself and mostly relied on luck in the draw to make it to the semifinals. Faced with DSG, they lost the match 3-0 without any resistance.

The next day was REAL’s match.

REAL had to face the top seed from the neighboring rival region, the VR team with odds second only to DSG in this world championship.

The intensity of this match was undoubtedly much greater than that of the DSG semifinal.

Domestic viewers on the forums were busy strategizing and cheering for REAL.

If REAL could defeat VR, it would mean that the championship was locked early in their region! The importance of this match was self-evident.

And as the last remaining spark in the region, one of the favorites to win the championship this season, the VR team certainly wouldn’t just hand over victory.

The match between REAL and VR was incredibly intense and exciting.

The score went from 1-0 to 1-1, then to 2-1, and 2-2, with suspense lingering until the final game.

Both commentators and viewers went wild.

REAL played passionately on stage.

In the final game, Ye Chi’s crucial push with the Sand King in a team fight prompted the commentator to excitedly shout, “MY’s possession!” on stage. This led to subsequent criticism from fans, but it was undeniably a moment of immense passion.

After the match, several members of REAL stood up and embraced each other; each of them looked exhausted.

To quote the commentator, “The final game, ‘Quit’ really bled out in this one. We’ve had doubts about this young rookie since he joined the league, but today Ye Chi’s performance proves to everyone that he truly deserves the title of genius mid-laner!”

Chen Dong, known for his explosive temper and emotional depth, broke down in tears on stage. The rest of the teammates gathered around him, and tears glistened in Ye Chi’s eyes too. He embraced his teammates, looked towards the camera, his expression extremely complex, frozen in a moment that was later turned into a promotional poster.

Netizens analyzed this look, suggesting that Ye Chi seemed to be looking at someone, declaring to them that he had achieved it.

Fans believed this was Ye Chi releasing all the grievances he had endured over the past year since his debut in that single glance.

All those doubts, insults, accusations—all vanished in that one look.

Just as the forums were filled with emotions and jubilation, Mo Yin’s solo interview was released.

Everything else aside, there was one response that stirred a fierce storm on domestic forums almost instantly.

“No feeling.”

Mo Yin’s initial response was very typical of him, not causing much controversy. But what he said next immediately placed him at odds with almost everyone.

“For me, it doesn’t matter which region the championship belongs to; what matters most is that it belongs to me.”

His response seemed to separate DSG from the rest of the region.

Suddenly, many people were outraged.

“He plays games alone and thinks alone. This is really messed up.”

“I’ve wanted to say this for a long time. A team game won two championships with such a solo team. Don’t you think it’s a joke?”

“Support REAL, support the teams in this region. Independent teams should build their own leagues.”

…

One comment stood out among the rest.

“DSG has won two championships, but I’ve never liked this team. I don’t like how they only focus on star players, abandon teammates at will, and their arrogance. I don’t like how they always act special. I just don’t like them, even if they win a hundred championships. REAL showed me what a miracle is, what perseverance is, what a real team is. It reminds me of the days in college when my roommates and I played together. Even if you can’t win the championship in the end, you’re still the best team in my heart.”

Many replies below agreed, while DSG fans directly confronted them.

“Brother, is your liking so important? Should we notify the United Nations about such a big issue?”

“It’s a competition organized by clubs. What’s wrong with speaking the truth?”

“You guys are funny. Even now, you dare not assume that REAL can win. Do you know you really can’t beat them? It’s pitiful to watch.”

Both sides’ fans fiercely debated, even starting threads to bet on the outcome. The excitement got to a point where posts were banned in a split second, turning the forum into chaos.

No matter how tumultuous things were offstage, it meant nothing to the players.

Before the start of the competition, players from both sides filmed promotional videos.

There weren’t many scenes where they needed to be together, just one or two minutes. Mo Yin and Ye Chi met again.

The last time they shot like this, Ye Chi remembered that they were in a somewhat hostile posture, although in reality, the night before the shoot was when they had just met, intimately kissing and getting close.

“Okay.”

The crew gestured to each other.

People from both teams relaxed.

Chen Dong immediately went to chat shoulder to shoulder with Tang Qi, and the remaining two in the bottom lane were also chatting together. Chen Dong said, “Does this count as wife swapping?” which earned him a kick from Tang Qi, causing him to yelp.

The scene was jovial, except for the two mid-laners.

Ye Chi sat on the steps drinking water, his gaze falling on Mo Yin not far away. His drinking slowed, and his gaze deepened.

It was evening, sunset. Mo Yin sat with one leg bent on the steps, holding a bottle of water, head bowed in silhouette against the ground.

Ye Chi walked down the steps.

The moment he moved, Mo Yin also descended from the steps.

Ye Chi stopped in his tracks.

What had he done wrong?

The sunset sank in his eyes, brilliant as it was, and he seemed to see a kind of illusion.

The setting sun like blood, the vast desert.

Images tore through his mind, then vanished.

Mo Yin’s figure disappeared along with his gaze.

“In the finals, you’re going to lose,” the system reminded Mo Yin.

“I know,” Mo Yin stood by the French window in his room. The weather was nice today, with stars outside, strange planets unseen by the naked eye.

Mo Yin suddenly felt a new curiosity.

Since this world was not created by the Alliance, then in this world, what universe were these planets based on?

His body showed no signs of difference now; the system’s mental power had sewn up this body like threads, meaning the system now fully controlled it. If he misbehaved, the system could punish him quickly, so the system was also at ease.

The adult in charge of the entire alliance was not a naive fool.

“How will I lose?” Mo Yin asked casually. “Any specific instructions?”

The system smiled.

The laughter made Mo Yin feel that the system vaguely understood his thoughts.

“3:0,” the system implied coldly. “You won’t win a single game.”

“I know what you’re thinking,” the system’s tone was somewhat condescending. “You feel aggrieved, or you’re determined to win, trying to use my help to find loopholes. I know all the strengths and weaknesses of the genes you carry, Mo Yin. Don’t try to play tricks in front of me. I think you also know who I am, so don’t use childish thinking to test the adults. I’ve been tolerant enough with you.”

There was no more pretense.

Good, he liked this direct confrontation.

Mo Yin smiled too, softly and obediently. “Alright, my lord.”