LOL has come into reality, if you lose you die!

Chapter 1: A battle where the fate of the nation is at stake. Please don’t choose AP Yasuo!
Dragon Country, Shenyun War Preparation Room.

A group of people wearing red and black competition uniforms looked as if they had lost their parents.

He seems to have completely lost his fighting spirit.

Muttering frustrated words.

"If we lose again, our country's soil nutrients won't even be able to grow sweet potatoes."

"Alas, the number of people who died of starvation yesterday, according to incomplete statistics, exceeded 100,000."

"The natural disaster may be a relief for them."

No one noticed that Jiang Heng in the corner suddenly opened his eyes.

A flood of memories flooded into my mind.

"Is this the Shenyun preparation room?"

Three months ago, a game called League of Legends arrived on Blue Star.

Kong Ming's cold, mechanical voice spread throughout the world.

The destiny of every country is bound to it.

Every three days, all countries will play BO3 matches against each other.

The losers will be deprived of their resources and suffer natural disasters.

For example, some of the soil nutrients are removed.

Rainfall has decreased significantly.

The land area is shrinking, etc.

There are many types of natural disasters, including hurricanes, tsunamis, and even meteorites falling from outer space.

The winning country will receive a luck reward.

You will get a substantial increase in resources. For some countries that have won consecutive games, even if you spit a few watermelon seeds on the ground, a new crop of watermelons will grow for you tomorrow.

They are all big and sweet.

In the past three months, Longguo has played 30 BO3 games with a total record of 27 losses and 3 wins.

It can be said that he lost everything.

Now, no matter how much fertilizer you apply, it would be a miracle if the sweet potatoes you grow can be as big as eggs.

Not to mention, Longguo is now completely out of stock of the raw materials for making fertilizers.

The whole country was in a state of starvation.

It has reached the brink of collapse.

So it’s no wonder that the national team members in the preparation room felt so depressed.

It’s just that the previous match left Jiang Heng speechless.

It's really deserving that Longguo lost so many games.

Every time I choose the top laner Crocodile with Ice Staff, the mid laner AP Yasuo, and the jungler Draven.

Yes, League of Legends, as a war of gods, has only been around for three months.

But it’s not necessary to develop only this kind of thing, right?

Ultimately, the gaming talent of people in this world is far too low.

Even if the person on the other side is also suspected to be a fake.

The Dragon Country team can't win either.

This group of people is even more outrageous and abstract!
Just when Jiang Heng's thoughts were in a mess.

Head coach Li Dahai shook his head and said with bated breath.

"In our next match, we happen to be facing a formidable opponent like Sakura Country. I'm afraid our chances of winning are almost zero, but we must still give it our all!"

"Because behind us stand hundreds of millions of Dragon Country people!"

“It’s the fellow villagers who have always supported us!”

"Every soldier's gain or loss will affect the final victory rate, and every kill burst is a weight that tips the scales of victory."

"Fight, fight!"

Li Dahai was passionate and waved his fists.

It can be said that after hearing this, Jiang Heng felt like standing up immediately and charging into battle with all his might.

However, the other people in the preparation room didn't even raise their eyelids.

They are completely used to it.

To put it bluntly, the coach's operation on the field is also suspected to be a fake.

The system crashed unexpectedly during the BP phase, leading to an empty ban, and this happened more than once.

Indeed, the reason why Li Dahai was able to become the head coach was entirely due to his ability as the world's number one soup master and his unique skill in instilling chicken soup for the soul.

But you keep losing.

What’s the point of drinking so much chicken soup?

What the players want is a reasonable BP and an ingenious opening design.

If he gets knocked unconscious every time by others, there's no way he can muster up the fighting spirit again.

Yesterday, a team member even found video evidence of Li Dahai secretly killing 15 minions in ten minutes. His understanding of the game and his operation were extremely poor.

To be honest, he is only good at ordering takeout.

It doesn't work at all.

The atmosphere within the team was completely chaotic, on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, the team's main mid-lane player, a young man with a middle-parted hairstyle, shook his head violently.

"Ah, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I'm depressed, I really can't fight."

"I can't play anymore, let's change players."

The pressure is too great.

After losing a BO3, the country's resources were drastically reduced and a terrible natural disaster struck.

The number of deaths directly and indirectly caused is easily over one million.

He has been numbed by cyberbullying.

The family also has no idea how many death threats they have received.

If it weren't for the heavy protection of the special forces, the accident would have happened long ago.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the preparation room panicked.

The war is imminent.

The main mid laner actually had a mental breakdown?

Isn't this even more ridiculous?

Li Dahai was also anxious. Just as he was about to speak out to offer some comforting words, a clear voice rang out at this moment.

"Let me go."

In an instant.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

The person who spoke was Jiang Heng, who had been serving as a substitute at the water dispenser.

This guy has always been a nobody.

Whether it was BP or game analysis, he didn't say a word at all.

You suddenly want to go on stage now?
"I've learned a lot about the mid-lane position these days and I'm pretty confident."

The players present couldn't help but roll their eyes.

Absolutely sure?

Did he understand the situation? This time the opponent was not some small fry, but the Sakura Country!
The mid-lane player, Saito Taro, is the absolute main C.

It has been given many beautiful titles such as the Empire's Fierce Tiger, the Empire's Last Card, and the True God of the Mid Lane Defense Tower!
Anyone who puts on that pressure would feel dizzy.

Still sure?
Li Dahei also spoke up to persuade him, "Jiang Heng, don't be so stubborn."

"If it's not a crucial match, I'd let you try, but we in Dragon Country really can't afford to gamble with our current resources!

The people have been hungry for eight meals in three days.

They are all skin and bones.

If we lose again, the chain reaction will cause the death rate to rise exponentially!"

"I can do it, coach. Believe me." Jiang Heng's eyes were firm and his tone was full of unquestionable determination.

The more critical the moment.

The more you fail to be humble, the more you will let these idiots take over.

Then continue to select the mid-lane AP Yasuo.

Isn't this equivalent to murdering the people of Dragon Country?

[Five minutes until the match begins. Please invite the contestants from both countries to the stage.]

Li Dahai wanted to say something else.

A mechanical prompt sounded in the preparation room.

This made him grit his teeth and say, "Forget it, it's you, Jiang Heng. You must show your strength."

Time is running out.

Seeing that the mid-lane student was pretending to have epilepsy and was twitching and foaming at the mouth on the chair, he definitely couldn't be relied upon.

If anyone is absent, they will be deemed to have lost the game.

That's even worse.

Jiang Heng stood up.

"Do not worry.

"I was just a Sakura Country casually killed, and my sleeves were slightly dirty."

Immediately afterwards, he and several other contestants walked out of the preparation seat.

Shiyi Tang Li Dahai took a deep breath and then followed with big strides.

This battle is too crucial.

No room for error!

He must do a good job in BP, turn the tide, and save the collapsing building!
bang.

The door was closed.

There was still a blue booklet on the table, its pages slightly lifted by the electric fan.

That was Li Dahai’s little notebook of BP ideas.

He played steadily, but this time he forgot to bring his notebook to the court.

(End of this chapter)