LOL: What does it mean to torture players?

Meanwhile, in the e-sports room of the river-view penthouse, Su Mo calmly pressed the B key to return to base.

"Brother Mo, your method of catching people is too bizarre. I think he was stunned." Rita looked at Su Mo with admiration.

“He’s used to playing conservative, resilient positioning.” Su Mo picked up his thermos and took a sip of warm water, his voice gentle. “But subconsciously, people always think that there’s safety behind a turret. Breaking that preconceived notion is the art of an assassin.”

The next fifteen minutes were a terrifying nightmare for Ba Ge and his four teammates.

Su Mo's clown was like a real ghost, appearing and disappearing unpredictably in every dark corner of the canyon.

Seven minutes in, Ba Ge's Malphite had just used his ultimate to try and kill Rita, only to find in despair that he had run into a realistic clone of Shaco!
"Bang!" The decoy exploded, and the terrifying AOE damage and fear effect instantly plunged Ba Ge into despair. The real body gracefully emerged from the bushes, easily taking his head with a single double-edged poison blade.

Twelve minutes in, the enemy jungler Lee Sin was carefully farming his red buff in his own jungle when he was suddenly terrified and killed by three insidiously hidden Pandora's Boxes in the bushes, without even having time to use Smite.

In twenty minutes, Su Mo's Joker score had reached an astonishing 18-0.

The live stream room of Ba Ge was completely silent, except for his rapid breathing. Looking at his 0-7 score, his Dao heart was utterly shattered.

"Is this some kind of cheat?! How does he always know where I am? How come every time I use my ultimate skill I run into a fake body?!" Ba Ge wailed in despair in the live stream.

At this moment, some sharp-eyed viewers in the live stream seemed to have noticed something amiss.

[Guys, look at that clown's play on the other side...it's so much like that guy!]

Which man?

[That's the monster who just won the Summer Finals FMVP and did four kills in one second in the Ancient Dragon Pit! And look at those four girls' IDs, aren't they the official host and commentators?!]

Holy crap!!! It really is Mo the God!!!

[Brother Ba! You've hit the jackpot! You're getting thoroughly humiliated by the seven-time champions!!!]

When Ba Ge saw the screen full of "Mo God" comments, his expression instantly changed from despair to disbelief, and finally turned into a complicated bitter smile.

“No wonder…no wonder there was such a suffocating sense of oppression and such calculating ability. I should have guessed it sooner…” Ba Ge slumped in his chair, typing away on the public screen.

[Everyone] Ba Ge (Lava Behemoth): Ink God, stop capturing me, I give up. Give me a way out.

In the e-sports room, the girls burst into laughter when they saw this message.

"Brother Mozi, you beat that big streamer so badly he begged for mercy!" Luo Xin excitedly slapped the table.

Su Mo glanced at the public chat and calmly tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

[All] Blank (Demon Clown): You are too kind.

These two simple words convey a restrained gentleness and absolute confidence.

The game ended in a decisive, one-sided victory at the 25-minute mark.

Su Mo naturally took off his headphones and logged out of his account.

"Alright, I've regained my rank. Get some rest."

Su Mo stood up and casually draped his coat over his arm. He didn't bask in the girls' adoring gazes, nor did he care about the huge commotion in the live stream, as if he had just done something insignificant.

The next morning.

The sunlight streamed softly onto the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Su Mo got up at 6:30 sharp, completed a set of high-intensity core strength training, and then went into the kitchen.

Just as he skillfully placed the fried runny eggs and grilled bacon on the table, the apartment doorbell rang abruptly.

Su Mo walked over and opened the door.

A capable young woman stood outside the door, dressed in a well-fitting business suit and holding an elegant document bag.

"Hello, Mo. I'm Lin Na, the Special Planning Manager at Tencent Sports." The woman smiled politely, but her eyes held a clear sense of awe.

"What is it?" Su Mo asked calmly.

Linna carefully handed over the file bag: "It's like this. With the World Championship just around the corner, the organizers hope to film a high-quality personal documentary for you, as important promotional material for the LPL region. And..."

She paused, cautiously observing Su Mo's expression. "Furthermore, Mr. Ma from Tencent Group greatly admires you and hopes to invite you to a private charity gala this weekend. Many top figures from various fields will be in attendance."

Su Mo lowered his head slightly, glanced at the file bag, but did not reach out to take it.

"Documentaries are fine. Go to the base and coordinate with Abu to schedule a time. Only training scenes are allowed; staged, pointless shots are out of the question."

Su Mo's voice was gentle, yet it carried an irresistible force.

"As for the charity gala," he calmly raised his head, "tell Mr. Ma that I appreciate the good intentions, but I am an esports player, and my battlefield is purely in Summoner's Rift."

“But…” Lin Na said anxiously, “Mr. Ma hopes to take this opportunity to discuss in-depth cooperation with you regarding the e-sports industry…”

"That's a business matter. Find Zhu Yihang."

Su Mo decisively interrupted her, politely but firmly closing the door.

Outside the door, Linna sighed helplessly. This young god was indeed as low-key and aloof as rumored; any dazzling fame, fortune, or vast wealth seemed insignificant in his deep eyes.

Back at the restaurant, Yu Shuang was already sitting gracefully at the table, dressed in a silk nightgown.

"Who is it? So early." Yu Shuang naturally picked up a glass of hot milk.

“It’s an official. I turned down a boring dinner.” Su Mo calmly sat down opposite her and picked up a slice of toast.

Yu Shuang smiled knowingly. This was the man she deeply loved. The outside world adored him, but he remained clear-headed, guarding his own pure world.

The weekend was a rare moment of leisure.

Su Mo did not go to the base, but instead stayed on the spacious balcony of his apartment, which was quite unusual for him.

He wore a soft white knit sweater and a pair of unusual gold-rimmed blue-light blocking glasses. The lazy sunlight shone on his cool face, adding a touch of gentle scholarly refinement to his sharp demeanor.

In front of him lay a thick stack of A4 paper, densely covered with complex tactical simulation diagrams and various obscure data formulas.

That was his detailed in-depth analysis of all the matches of several top LCK teams in the Summer Split.

"Brother Mozi, what are you looking at that headache-inducing thing?" Luo Xin walked over lively, carrying a plate of sliced ​​fruit, and curiously peeked over.

“A boring data model,” Su Mo replied calmly, quickly writing a sharp formula on the paper with his Montblanc pen. “T1’s core lane-switching logic relies on Zeus’s strong lane control in the top lane. But their fatal flaw is that, at the crucial 15 to 20 minute mark, jungler Oner is prone to getting separated from the team during deep invasions.”

Luo Xin was confused, but looked at Su Mo's focused profile with admiration: "How is your brain structured? You've quantified your terrifying understanding of the game into a mathematical formula!"

Su Mo casually pushed up his glasses, a restrained glint flashing in his deep eyes.

"Esports, in essence, is a brutal battle of resource plunder and precise numerical calculation. When your calculations surpass your opponent's instinctive reactions, victory is simply a matter of course."

Just then, the phone on the table vibrated.

Su Mo glanced casually at the caller ID.

"Mingkai".

He calmly answered the phone.

"Mozi, I'm sorry to bother you this weekend." Mingkai's voice was serious, even carrying a rare hint of anxiety. "There's a serious problem. There was a sudden emergency hotfix for the World Championship version. The developers nerfed warrior items and significantly buffed clunky front-line tanks and late-game mages. And... they specifically nerfed Fiora, Riven, and a series of other champions you're good at!"

The announcement of the "Mo God Clause" caused an uproar within the entire EDG coaching staff. It was a blatant attempt to weaken Su Mo's terrifying dominance in the top lane!
On the other end of the phone, Mingkai anxiously awaited Su Mo's reaction.

however.

on the balcony.

The sunlight gently shone on Su Mo's calm face.

He slowly put down his pen, picked up his signature black thermos, and leisurely took a sip of warm water.

A rare, gentle smile, seemingly knowing everything, appeared in his deep eyes.

"understood."

Su Mo answered calmly, his voice as deep as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

"Don't panic. Proceed with the tactics as normal."

He calmly gazed out the window at the vast expanse of the Huangpu River.

"Coincidentally, I like this kind of pointless targeting."

"Since they are eager to see a different side of me on this grand stage."

Su Mo slowly put down the thermos, a terrifyingly sharp glint flashing across his deep eyes.

"Then I'd be happy to give them a dignified despair."

After hanging up the phone, Su Mo casually tossed it onto the small table next to the wicker chair.

A soft footstep sounded from behind. Yu Shuang, carrying a light gray cashmere blanket, walked up behind him and gently draped it over his shoulders. The early autumn river breeze was pleasant, but it could get a bit chilly after a while.

"What happened?" Yu Shuang gently placed her slender fingers on Su Mo's shoulder and massaged it. "You were smiling a little... dangerously just now."

As the woman who knew this man best, Yu Shuang knew very well that Su Mo usually had that calm and aloof demeanor, but once he showed that indifferent smile, it meant that someone was about to be in big trouble.

Su Mo took her soft, boneless hand and pulled her to sit on his lap.

"It's nothing serious. Riot Games released a patch specifically for me in preparation for the World Championship." Su Mo put one arm around her waist, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing what to have for dinner. "They nerfed my usual fighter champions and buffed all the heavy tanks and mages."

Upon hearing this, Yu Shuang frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes: "What is this? A targeted, covert change? Does that mean you'll be forced to play those clunky front-line tanks in the World Championship?"

"Clumsy?" Su Mo's deep eyes reflected the shimmering river surface, and the gentle smile on his lips gradually turned cold. "They seem to have misunderstood something. The reason I play as a warrior is because warriors can destroy the enemy base the fastest. If they won't let me play as a warrior..."

He lowered his head, his nose gently brushing against Yu Shuang's cheek, his voice deep and magnetic:
"Then I will use an even more cruel method to peel away the layers of those turtle shells that they think are safe."

Three days later, at the EDG eSports Club training base.

Lin Na, accompanied by the official documentary film crew from Tencent Sports, knocked on the door of the training base right on time. They set up various cameras and microphones, ready to record the preparations of this LPL number one seed before their departure.

The only sounds in the training room were the crisp tapping of mechanical keyboards and the clicking of mice. The atmosphere was unusually tense.

Linna carefully led the photographer to Su Mo's back.

On the screen, Su Mo is playing a high-elo ranked game in the Korean server.

However, when Linna saw the hero Su Mo was using, she was stunned, and even the accompanying director next to her widened his eyes.

Given the official announcement that all front-line tanks were buffed and warriors were nerfed, Su Mo did not choose Ornn, Treant Protector, or Sion.

He actually chose [Kalista, the Spear of Vengeance]!
Skate shoes on the road?!
The game had just reached the four-minute mark. The opposing top laner was Sion, a player renowned for his exceptional skill in the Korean server. In this buffed patch, Sion should theoretically be an insurmountable wall of destruction.

However, the scene depicted was utterly horrific.

Su Mo's Kalista was like an elegant yet deadly assassin. With each basic attack, as her spear pierced Sion's body, Kalista would perform a short slide.

The rhythm of this sliding movement was breathtakingly perfect. As Sion unleashed his charged Q skill, Su Mo simply needed to lightly auto-attack a minion to slide out of range; when Sion attempted to slow him down with his E skill, Su Mo used his passive to slide to the side, and then thrust two more spears into Sion's body.

The undead war god, who should have been tough and resilient, was now covered in countless eerie green spears, looking like a moving hedgehog.

"Bah!"

Su Mo pressed the E skill [Tear] with his slender fingers.

Dozens of spears were instantly pulled from Sion's body, and his health bar evaporated by more than half in an instant. Accompanied by a heavy slowing effect, Sion could only desperately use Flash to escape into the depths of the turret.

But Su Mo had no intention of letting him go. Kalista unleashed her Q skill, Pierce, precisely piercing through a low-health minion. The spear, carrying the ripped layers from the minion's body, continued its momentum as it plunged into Sion's body under the tower.

Press the refreshed E skill again.

"boom!"

Sion's massive body crashed to the ground. Solo kill! A tower dive solo kill at four minutes!

"This..." Linna gasped, turning to look at Mingkai, who was standing to the side holding a coffee cup and smiling wryly.

Mingkai shrugged helplessly and explained in a low voice, "As you can see, Riot Games wants him to play tanks, or force him to play weaker fighters to withstand pressure. But last night he spent the entire night picking out all the marksmen and mages in the champion pool who can ignore armor, deal percentage-based true damage, or kite tanks without taking damage." (End of Chapter)