Chapter 195

The day of the finals was sunny, held in the largest local sports arena. Despite being overseas, many Chinese spectators attended, waving banners and shouting slogans outside the venue.

DSG had numerous fans both domestically and internationally. Many wore team insignias, shouting “DSG will win!” when cameras approached for interviews.

As a new team, REAL naturally couldn’t match DSG in fan numbers. However, Mo Yin’s fierce words about winning the championship placed DSG squarely against all other teams. Some neutral fans who had come just to watch were forced to choose sides, many opting to support REAL. This unexpectedly balanced the fan support between the two teams.

Apart from fan support, in various predictions and odds, REAL was overwhelmingly predicted to lose against DSG. In both official and media forecasts, about one-third predicted a victory for REAL.

In terms of odds, REAL’s odds were five times higher than DSG’s.

DSG’s championship this time was unexpected but inevitable.

The preparation room had panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows spanning 180 degrees. Inside the glass room, players could see the crowds gathered below in the venue, and spectators could look up to see the players surrounded by dazzling lights.

Mo Yin stood at the window overlooking the arena below.

The diamond-shaped venue was bustling with people, gradually filling up. Mo Yin spotted his own ID.

Today, in such a highly anticipated event, amidst unrealistic fantasies and fearful gazes from below, DSG would end its unprecedented dominance in this game with a crushing defeat.

This was the script given by the system.

Sufficiently dramatic.

For the antagonist, it was truly a terrifying climax.

Various voices suppressed by absolute strength for three years would erupt together, a celebration of all opponents.

Mo Yin remained calm, even smiling slightly.

In the other rest area, members of the REAL team were also waiting.

Ye Chi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the venue.

Among the dense crowd, specks of light were scattered.

He spotted Mo Yin’s ID.

Golden, held up high by someone.

Ye Chi looked to his right.

The venue’s design was breathtaking, with the rest areas extending halfway from the central building on both sides, like gems set on a cliff. The panoramic glass of the rest area allowed them to vaguely see figures.

Ye Chi saw a tall figure.

It was Mo Yin.

Although he couldn’t see clearly, he was absolutely certain it was Mo Yin.

Even at such a distance, he recognized him.

A strange feeling surged within him.

Did he recognize him? Did he really recognize him?

Ye Chi frowned, feeling ripples of confusion and helplessness, as if an invisible finger was probing, causing ripples to spread…

Why was Mo Yin suddenly like this towards him? He felt puzzled, upset, and even helpless.

The match was imminent, and he had to set aside these feelings for now. The more high-pressure the situation, the more he couldn’t control his thoughts.

Something happened, but he didn’t know what. It felt terrible.

Suddenly, the system showed some fluctuations.

With this body and the system’s mental power in a highly bound state, Mo Yin immediately sensed something unusual and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Mo Yin’s mental power was completely dormant.

Given the state of this body, using his mental power again would be like rushing towards death.

Now, it relied entirely on the system’s mental power to breathe and stand freely.

There was no change in the body’s condition, so the system’s fluctuation must have come from outside.

The system didn’t reply.

Mo Yin didn’t press further, calmly continuing to overlook downstairs. Even without releasing his mental power, he could feel someone watching him from the other side of the rest area.

Who that person was, was self-evident.

For so many days, feeling lost? Confused, surrounded by mysteries?

Exactly.

Because that’s how he felt.

The lights below dimmed, fluorescent sticks in the audience seats lighting up. The match was about to begin.

Sure enough, staff came to knock on the door, informing them to prepare to go downstairs and wait.

They had already rehearsed once in the morning, and Mo Yin had skipped it, claiming he wasn’t feeling well.

Of course, he wasn’t actually unwell; he had deliberately chosen not to go.

While resting in the suite, Ye Chi sent a rare message on WeChat.

——[Are you okay?]

Mo Yin didn’t reply.

He could imagine how tormented Ye Chi must be feeling right now, but sometimes, you just had to push through the pretense.

He was the person Ye Chi admired; Mo Yin believed he could do it.

The venue for the World Championship finals was massive. As they stepped out of the rest area, they heard the host hyping up the crowd outside. The audience responded with alternating chants of the two teams’ names.

“DSG——DSG——DSG——”

“REAL——REAL——REAL——”

The immense roar of the crowd and the flashing lights suddenly sparked a thought in Mo Yin’s mind.

Did the person who named their team “REAL” truly understand what “real” meant?

On stage, his teammates looked nervous but more excited.

The opportunity to win the championship still made every professional player’s blood boil, no matter how many times they had experienced it.

Mo Yin had pondered why the world lines didn’t affect his teammates. When he understood that the world lines were brought by the system, everything became clear.

In the entire world, there were only him and the system as “outsiders.” Others were not on any so-called “world line.”

The system dared not and couldn’t touch anyone else.

Was it afraid of waking him up?

Afraid of waking up this entity, whose powerful energy Mo Yin still didn’t know how to define?

Compared to other competitions, the stage of the World Championship was naturally more luxurious and grand. Tens of thousands of spectators below, dozens of cameras aimed at the stage, and tens of millions watching online in real-time.

Inside the transparent glass room, the soundproofing was top-notch, yet they could still faintly hear the roaring cheers of the audience.

It wasn’t until they put on their headphones that everything truly quieted down.

“Hoo——Hoo——”

Tang Qi’s breathing was surprisingly loud. None of the other teammates said anything to him, their breathing rates overlapping, each with their own rhythm.

Ding Wenquan and Guan Ming both glanced at Mo Yin in succession.

This was their third time standing together on the World Championship stage.

They said DSG had no team camaraderie, but what exactly was team camaraderie? Hanging out together off-stage, eating, laughing, joking, and having a great time? Yes, that was indeed one form of team camaraderie. But what about Mo Yin’s support for the entire team during the game, the sacrifices made for victory? All their joint efforts on the field to win the game, why wasn’t that considered team camaraderie?

Mo Yin remained calm. Even as his teammates frequently glanced at him, he didn’t speak or offer any reassurance.

That was just him, like a lighthouse in a stormy sea, radiating his unique light steadily and calmly. He didn’t need to comfort with words; sitting in mid-lane, he was the team’s anchor.

Everyone in the REAL team was stepping onto such a grand stage of the World Championship for the first time.

This whole year had been like a dream for them.

As a new team entering the league, unexpectedly losing in the Spring Split, reluctantly taking second place in the Summer Split, fighting tooth and nail to enter the World Championship, defeating strong opponents to reach the finals—they had climbed painstakingly and once again arrived at the summit of those towering mountains that had once tripped them up.

During rehearsals, they could pretend to be nonchalant, jokingly saying “losing isn’t losing, winning is blood earned,” but in reality, they were all nervous wrecks. At this moment, they all focused their gaze on their captain.

Ye Chi looked genuinely calm. Not just calm; his teammates saw him as almost transcendently composed, as if the tens of thousands of spectators and the vast scale of the event were just like any ordinary match.

Truly deserving of being the captain.

The team members felt reassured.

The preparation time was longer than usual.

The game interface on the screen had already been opened, and all ten players entered the room.

DSG.MY.

REAL.Quit.

The two IDs that hadn’t been close for a long time.

Ye Chi stared at the screen, restraining the urge to look to his right, forcibly locking his gaze onto the game screen.

No matter how many external factors there were outside the arena, at least on the field, they remained unified. There was no place for confusion, doubt, or sorrow.

Giving their all to win the game, this was their purest understanding of teamwork on the field.

During the banning phase, Mo Yin hardly said a word. When the coach gave options, he simply responded with a “Hmm.” Tang Qi looked at Mo Yin worriedly, “MY, are you really okay?”

“Nothing wrong.”

The draft proceeded quickly on both sides.

In the first game of the BO5 series, both teams’ compositions appeared standard, with a sense of reserve. The early game started normally, with each lane focusing on its own tasks.

In the mid lane, Ye Chi was extremely tense, clearing his mind of all complex emotions and focusing solely on the lane.

Mo Yin chose the Tsar, a champion they had used in previous encounters. Ye Chi picked Akali. Half a minute into the lane, Ye Chi felt something was off.

Mo Yin played steadily, safely farming under tower, matching Ye Chi’s pace without engaging in any aggressive trades.

The Tsar retreated under the tower after clearing the wave and returned to base. Behind his screen, Ye Chi’s mind gradually went blank, his fingers frozen on the keyboard, Akali standing idle behind the minion wave.

It was almost unheard of for a top-tier match to have a player zoning out like this. The audience erupted in astonishment, and the commentators wondered aloud, “What’s happening? Is Quit lagging? Did he disconnect?”

On the team, jungler Sun Yuanyang was running from the red zone to the blue zone. Passing through mid lane, he saw Ye Chi zoning out and quickly asked, “Hey, lagging? Should we pause?”

In reality, it was a short moment, barely three or four seconds. Ye Chi snapped out of it, saying, “It’s nothing.”

The minions around him had already dealt him a beating. Ye Chi, low on health, led them back, continuing to farm.

The Tsar reappeared online seconds after Ye Chi’s daze.

Seeing the Tsar emerge at full health from his vision, Ye Chi instinctively tensed up, entering a state of readiness. He farmed cautiously, wary of where the Tsar might strike from.

The Tsar remained by the tower, seemingly frozen in place like a glitch.

Ye Chi froze again. This time, he immediately regained his senses. There was a black area in his vision, so was Mo Yin waiting for the jungler to come and gank him? Was he pretending to relax his guard?

No, that couldn’t be it.

Mo Yin only went for kills when he had weakened his opponent, drained their health until they were defenseless.

Ye Chi had watched every one of his matches, every ranked game. He knew Mo Yin’s gameplay style and performance inside out.

Why was Mo Yin behaving so unusually in this game?

Was he still feeling unwell?

No, that couldn’t be it either.

Even if Mo Yin were unwell, he wouldn’t show such passive behavior in the game.

This wasn’t like Mo Yin at all.

This wasn’t Mo Yin!

Ye Chi’s mind was in turmoil, and his in-game character hesitated.

In a pinnacle match, both mid laners stood puzzled on the field, while the commentators speculated and the audience, both offline and online, bombarded them with question marks.

“Seriously? Are they staging the final?”

“I don’t get it. Why are both mid laners just standing around? Are they on a date?”

“Uh, isn’t the saying that it doesn’t matter which region the champion is from, as long as it’s our champion? Get to it!”

Mechanically, Ye Chi farmed minions and recalled, still watching the screen with DSG.MY’s Tsar behind the minions. The feeling of utter lack of resolve was terrifyingly unfamiliar.

Something was wrong.

Since Mo Yin started ignoring him, something had been wrong.

The Tsar finished farming under tower and wandered around behind the tower. Mo Yin seemed relaxed. This was the simplest game he had ever played in this world.

He was very obedient, completely following the instructions of that person. He behaved so well; surely that person within this body must be very satisfied, right?

But even though he was so obedient, why did Mo Yin feel the system’s mental energy fluctuating so restlessly?

Watching Akali in the game pause frequently and stare blankly, Mo Yin’s smile grew wider in his heart.

“You…”

Suddenly, the system spoke up.

Mo Yin controlled his hero to linger in mid lane.

Akali on the opposite screen tentatively stepped forward, and he maneuvered the Tsar to step back.

“What?” Mo Yin casually replied.

The system said urgently, “You can’t do this.”

“Didn’t you tell me to lose?”

Mo Yin said, “Hurry up, this game will end in thirty minutes.”

“No!”

The system’s tone became urgent.

“Sir,” Mo Yin spoke gently, “I’m doing exactly as you said, so what’s wrong now? Please give me your instructions.”

The system couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but it was indeed sensing signs of instability and wavering in the world.

There had to be something wrong somewhere.

Suddenly, the enemy jungler in mid lane flashed out from the brush.

Mo Yin remained still, allowing the opponent to land their skills on him.

“Don’t—” Ye Chi shouted.

Sun Yuanyang jumped in surprise, thinking there was someone camping in mid lane. He threw his skill and ran. It wasn’t until he had run several units away that he realized there was no one in mid lane, and the Sand King who took the skill damage casually strolled back.

Sun Yuanyang reflexively pinged a signal in mid lane.

The barrage of comments was full of question marks.

Sun Yuanyang’s half-caught and then fleeing appearance was just too funny. And with Sun Yuanyang’s ping, everyone immediately understood the problem was in mid lane.

Apart from the omniscient audience, within the entire game, no one noticed Mo Yin’s abnormal behavior except Ye Chi.

The REAL team was too nervous, and the DSG players trusted Mo Yin too much. Regardless of how Mo Yin performed in the game, they felt Mo Yin had his own plans.

Only Ye Chi in the mid lane faced all this weirdness head-on.

The system felt the world’s sway becoming more intense.

This was a sign of the world collapsing.

Making Mo Yin open the small world was an order he had personally given, a choice made when he had reached a dead end.

But fear still deeply rooted itself in his consciousness.

Those distant memories seemed to be reviving.

Stop.

He had to stop.

In mid lane, two heroes faced each other, neither moving forward.

Ye Chi stared at the game screen.

His consciousness gradually drifted.

It seemed as though the two were staring at each other through a thin layer of screen.

Mo Yin’s gaze, Mo Yin’s expression—what was it? Calm? Disappointed? Questioning?

What about himself? What expression did he have? Why did he see himself? No, that face… his face…

“If you want to control everything so badly,” Mo Yin whispered softly in his mind, “then why don’t you take over yourself?”

The system hadn’t understood Mo Yin’s meaning when suddenly, a tearing, agonizing pain surged through the body.

Pain? How could he feel pain?! No, a body? How could he have a body?!

The system couldn’t think because the burning, sickening pain had twisted its consciousness.

It was an extremely bizarre scene.

A black spiritual force suddenly burst out from the body sitting in the middle chair, trying to detach from that body. The icy-blue spiritual force flashed with a painful light, entangled inseparably with the body.

The spiritual force lifted consciousness. Mo Yin hadn’t completely left his body; he had merely exchanged places with the system.

Letting the system control this body while he became the “system.”

The powerful spiritual force, like a pitch-black flower blooming wildly from the back of that body, fluttered like butterfly wings.

“Go ahead and play well. Don’t you want to finish this world?” Mo Yin gently teased.

“Oh? I know why you panicked just now. Hmm, I can feel it now—the world is shaking.”

“Sir, haven’t you trained for missions? For a mission world, maintaining the authenticity of the world is crucial. If you keep your head down like this, I’m afraid this world will collapse soon.”

Mo Yin’s advice was gentle and persuasive.

He spoke while smiling, extending his spiritual force’s tendrils into this world amidst the system’s painful groans.

Since he was waking up anyway, why not lend a helping hand!

The moment the two spiritual forces touched was like thousands of sparks flashing through consciousness, the ultimate climax that a natural person could experience—

The world shook, mist-like, and white spiritual force gradually floated up.

“Meeting again.”

Mo Yin addressed that patch of white spiritual force.

Now, his form was just like splashed ink, a black spiritual force.

The two spiritual forces confronted each other from a distance.

The white mist seemed to shrink back a bit, as if somewhat afraid of him.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come back?”

The voice and tone of the other party were nothing like Ye Chi’s, but Mo Yin couldn’t say it, yet he felt strangely familiar.

“I’m not very obedient.”

“I See.”

The entire world froze in the exchange between the two.

The cheers from the audience, the flow of air, the characters in the game—all came to a standstill.

Only within Mo Yin’s body, patches of icy-blue spiritual force flickered. As a natural person, Mo Yin naturally knew what the Lord was experiencing.

“Why have you come back? What do you seek?”

The breath emitted from the white spiritual force was calm, devoid of aggression.

Yet Mo Yin felt it was more like a facade.

If he truly posed no threat, would the Lord be so wary?

He must be concealing a chilling danger.

Mo Yin answered his question.

“You.”

The mist-like spiritual force condensed.

Mo Yin’s answer was “you.”

Returning to these small worlds, there were many things he sought, but the key to unraveling the puzzle was simply “you.”

“Thank you.”

That was his response.

An unexpected and perplexing answer.

Thank you? What did that mean?

The mist suddenly surrounded him.

The white mist fell in fine pieces, intertwining with the pitch-black spiritual force.

“Your spiritual force is strong,” Mo Yin felt as if his spiritual force had been lightly touched. The voice of the other wasn’t particularly gentle, reminiscent of the melancholy from the previous world, “and beautiful.”

Before Mo Yin could respond, the white mist shot into the broken body like countless swords.

There was a momentary pause.

After entering the body, he realized how damaged it already was.

In his mind, flickers of memories belonging to “Ye Chi” appeared instantaneously.

In those fleeting milliseconds, he understood everything Mo Yin endured in this world.

Those mistakes, that exhaustion, those moments of being covered in sweat, unable to stand.

It was all fake, everything in the small world was fake.

But why did he still feel such heartache over it?

Did he even have the right to feel pain for someone?

The black spiritual force continued to dance, observing him, a young natural person so powerful that he couldn’t help but take notice.

The white spiritual force drove the icy-blue spiritual force out of the body.

“Come.”

That voice said.

“Let’s have the fair final match you desire.”

Time began to flow again.

Ye Chi blinked, unsure of what had just happened. It felt as though he had walked a long way and then run back, but he forgot everything he saw along the way. He stared at the screen, and suddenly the Sand King attacked. He instinctively operated, evading by relying on instinct, but the Sand King seemed to have anticipated it, flashing over and pushing him under the tower!

The screen turned black and white.

He was solo killed by Mo Yin, feeling a mix of happiness and sadness.

Mo Yin.

Just seeing or thinking about his ID, his heart clenched tightly, and tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

Come on, give it your all. He had always given him the best love letters.

The initial atmosphere of chaos in the game was swept away.

The real intense match began.

Inside his body, the white spiritual force pieced together fragments, and Mo Yin felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

The icy-blue spiritual force was trapped high above the world.

This was Mo Yin and Ye Chi’s time.

“Wow, MY woke up! The terrifying Sand King, what should I say? Shurima, your emperor has returned again?!”

“Big dragon, big dragon, Akali enters the stage, Quit—triple kill! Ah, Sand King! Sand King’s damage output is explosive!”

“Yone? MY’s Yone, my goodness, I have visuals.”

“Mid lane 1v1, I swear, the blood exchange is too fierce, don’t call anyone jungle, let’s just have a good fight today!”

“Before the match, many people predicted it would be a tense game, but it’s already 2:0.”

“I remembered the tough words MY said, do you think MY has the right to say such tough words?”

“Uh… well… honestly? Honestly, I think no matter what MY says, I’m not qualified to judge.”

3:0.

The game ended.

Mo Yin took off his headphones and looked to his left.

Ye Chi also took off his headphones and looked at him.

In that moment of locked gazes,

Mo Yin sent out a question from within his body.

“Who are you, really?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course.”

The game had ended; all games should end.

“Then try to find out.”

Two spiritual forces overflowed from the body, yet the world did not collapse. Instead, it remained frozen at the moment of victory. There were some things he wished to seal away, perhaps with a chance to return them.

If he still chose him after knowing everything.

The spiritual forces entwined towards one direction, led by the white spiritual force, likely aiming to leave this world.

Midway, Mo Yin halted.

The black spiritual force suddenly materialized into a gigantic scythe, swinging down as if wielded by a giant in the air.

The icy-blue spiritual force instantly shattered into pieces, exploding with that cry throughout the entire world, falling like the celebration of a champion.

Unfortunately, that was only a part of the Lord’s spiritual force, akin to severing an arm from a human body.

Despite Mo Yin believing he had evolved in many aspects during the ongoing small worlds, hearing such a painful scream still brought him genuine pleasure from the bottom of his heart.

It sounded so delightful.

The white mist surrounded Mo Yin, not condemning Mo Yin’s similar attack but gently touching Mo Yin’s spiritual force. Finally, it revealed an irresistible tenderness.

Before Mo Yin could comprehend it, a powerful attraction pulled him apart from the white spiritual force. He turned in shock, only to see a faint white figure in the mist, wearing a hood, walking away…

Volume Six: Enemy