I'm a platinum-level author, so what if I play professionally?

"We are the champions!"

Staples Center, Los Angeles.

The cheers and shouts of the commentator mingled together in a cacophony.

In the center of the stage, Song Wen held up the Summoner's Cup, the highest honor in League of Legends, with one hand. The spotlight shone on him, illuminating his angular profile and his undisguised arrogance.

"Let's congratulate Song Wen! He has once again defeated SKT to become the champion of the 2016 League of Legends World Championship! Failure is a constant in life, and Lee Sang-hyeok once again shed tears in front of the championship trophy, but the word 'failure' has never existed in Song Wen's life! This is his sixth time lifting the World Championship trophy, achieving an unprecedented six-time champion!"

Song Wen, a six-time League of Legends champion, has been the undisputed absolute hegemon in the League of Legends arena since Season 1.

In S1, he went to Europe and won the championship while no one cared. In S2, he returned to LPL and beat TPA. In S3, he kicked Lee Sang-hyeok. In S4, he broke up the Samsung team. In S5 and S6, in the fateful showdown, he personally swept SKT twice!

Lee Sang-hyeok's words during the interview are still talked about today.

"I was born in the worst of times, because of Song Wen."

The man standing in the center of the stage exuded absolute confidence and arrogance. He held the championship trophy high and looked at the large screen above the audience.

There should have been a close-up shot of him raising the trophy.

But now there's a line of inexplicable words—

A dump truck fell from the sky.

Song Wen frowned. What was this? Was it a prank by the organizers?

But the next second, a chill that seemed to originate from his very soul made him abruptly look up—

boom!!!

My field of vision was filled with huge shadows, and the acrid smell of tires rubbing against the air seemed to penetrate my nostrils.

Before he could even utter a curse, he felt his body lighten, and his consciousness was instantly swallowed by darkness.

You were crushed to death.

[The End.]

"The End?!"

Song Wen was only stunned for a moment before he felt the cheers, shouts, and dazzling lights rapidly receding into the distance!

The next second, he found himself in a dark environment, in a narrow room filled with the smell of instant noodles and a faint musty odor. The clatter of mechanical keyboards and a man's frustrated mutterings filled the air.

"laugh……"

The sound of a Coca-Cola tab being pulled out.

"Sigh, finally finished writing. It's better to have a bad ending than to abandon it altogether. But I'll have to use a different alias next time I start a new account."

"Gulp, gulp..."

Song Wen looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man with messy hair and wearing a cheap T-shirt drinking cola in front of a computer screen.

The content displayed on the screen caused his pupils to shrink sharply—

The final chapter of "League of Legends: The Super Demon King".

The above describes exactly how he lifted his sixth trophy and was then precisely taken away by a dump truck that fell from the sky!

Looking at the text recorded on the computer, Song Wen's eyes widened suddenly.

Song Wen: "???"

I've become a character in a novel? And a hapless one who was forcibly killed off by the author?!

An unnamed rage shot straight to the top of his head. Song Wen had dominated the e-sports world for six years, killing all kinds of powerful figures and making them tremble with fear. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Just as Song Wen was about to ask a question, he saw the other person talking to himself while controlling the mouse.

"Looking at the comments, I'm probably going to get a lot of flak again."

[Fuck you, this is such a terrible ending?]

[Author, refund my money!]

You're even worse than a eunuch!

[Haha, six-time champion? I think the author is hallucinating from Dafei's beating.]

[I've blocked him; I'll never read this author's books again.]

[Damn it! Give me back my plague-spreading disease!]

[I just voted for you with my monthly pass, and you already ruined the ending? Are you even human?]

[What the hell is this? A dump truck falling from the sky! Why doesn't a dump truck just fall from the sky and crush you, you bastard author?!]

"Knowing you'd get criticized, why did you leave it unfinished?"

"Sigh, I don't want to either, but I need to eat."

After answering subconsciously, Wang Ke paused for a moment, then immediately jumped up from his chair.

"Who the hell are you? What the hell are you doing in my house?!"

A man appeared behind him at some point.

"If we're not brothers, even if I messed up the project, there's no need for you to come to my house and tell me everything, right?"

Song Wen ignored the panicked Wang Ke, and simply sat down in front of the computer and began to browse through the documents.

[League of Legends: The Super Demon King.]

Song Wen, the undisputed Demon King of League of Legends, possesses unparalleled skills, unmatched hand speed, and top-tier game sense, making him invincible!

He was arrogant and domineering, punching Uzi and kicking Faker; all professional players could only kneel and grovel before him.

Song Wen subconsciously touched his arm and felt a layer of goosebumps.

"This is a novel you wrote?!"

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Ten minutes later.

"So you mean I'm something you created, just a character in your novel?"

Faced with Song Wen's questioning, Wang Ke, the "creator," sat obediently like a good boy.

"Based on our conversation, that should be correct."

"So the real LPL is a pile of stinking shit, and that's why you started fantasizing in the world of novels and created me?"

"No, that's not it. I just want to earn some money from writing so I can have a nice meal."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No, otherwise why would I abandon the project?"

"You abandoned the project and you still have the nerve to complain?"

Seeing that Wang Ke remained silent, Song Wen stood up.

"I never imagined that the strong, confident, sunny, cheerful, kind, resilient, brave, and fearless me was created by someone as dark, damp, cowardly, and timid as you."

Wang Ke's lips twitched.

"Brother, what you're saying is a bit hurtful. Novels are products that express people's hopes and dreams; the more hopeless something is, the more we should write it."

Song Wen ignored Wang Ke and sat down in Wang Ke's chair.

"Give me an account, I'm going to start grinding for points."

Having already experienced time travel a "second time," Song Wen quickly adapted to his current situation.

First, he reached the top rank in two servers, then joined a professional team, and finally won the championship. This was something he was already very familiar with.

Wang Ke seemed somewhat excited, after all, the characters he had created were standing vividly in front of him, it still felt like a dream.

And this is the strongest protagonist he created, the six-time League of Legends champion!

I should have added a few more words and awarded Song Wen a six-time champion title. Those League of Legends novelists have spent half their lives fantasizing about six-time champions and still haven't achieved it, but Ren Dafei actually did it in real life. Clearly, their imaginations are too limited.

Most importantly, he now had a free boosting service! You have to understand that he had been struggling to advance in the promotion matches for a long time.

Watching Wang Ke log into his account, Song Wen casually crossed his legs and asked, "What rank is your account?"

"silver."

"..."

"You're Silver rank and you're writing your mother's League of Legends novel?"

"I have a friend who is a Challenger player."

"I understand, he's your advisor, right?"

"No, I spent ten yuan to buy a screenshot of his homepage ranking."

"Alright, stop talking," Song Wen took a deep breath.

Wang Ke quickly logged into his account, then picked up his phone to check the time and said:

"You go first, I need to go home for dinner, otherwise my mom will come knocking."

Song Wen's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, showing shock for the first time.

"You have parents?!"

Wang Ke's face darkened.

"How offensive you are."

Song Wen's expression was also not very good.

"You have parents, why don't I?"

"Because you're the protagonist," Wang Ke said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders. "Protagonists can't have parents."

As he spoke, he opened his WeChat, but after only glancing at it twice, his expression froze.

Wang Ke's face showed anxiety. He quickly opened his contacts, but couldn't find the name he wanted. So he dialed the number he remembered.

Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service.

He changed his number again.

Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service.

"Holy shit!" Wang Ke finally lost his composure. "My parents are gone!"

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"So—you time-traveled too?"

Song Wen asked the question with suspicion, but his face showed a gloating expression.

"You were also killed by a dump truck?"

Wang Ke's expression was not good. After a ten-minute recollection, he remembered what had happened to him.

After finishing his unfinished novel, Wang Ke was killed by a dump truck when he stepped off the sidewalk with his left foot first.

He transmigrated into the body of Wang Ke, a web novel author with the same name, and also wrote a book called "League of Legends: The Super Demon King".

However, it's not 2025 now, it's 2016.

Wang Ke learned about the current background, which was no different from his previous memory of 2016, meaning that this was a parallel world.

Seeing Wang Ke's complicated expression, Song Wen patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"Cheer up, bro. You're the main character now."

Wang Ke's face fell.

As a web novel author, he wasn't opposed to the idea of ​​time travel, but the key issue was—

"But I freaking don't have a system!"

Song Wen's gaze swept over Wang Ke, then he suddenly pointed to the notebook beside him and said:

"Since we're already here, let's play two duo matches. Maybe the system will trigger it as soon as the game starts."

Wang Ke hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't refuse the invitation to duo queue from the six-time champion.

"I haven't played in a long time, so I might be a bit bad at it."

"Whatever, just lie down."

[Defeat!]

"Oh dear, I'm getting old, my reactions aren't what they used to be."

"It's okay, I'm just not used to the equipment yet, so I didn't get many kills in the first game."

[Defeat!]

"Um, how about we start operating this?"

"What kind of strategy is this? I'm a six-time world champion, playing in a Silver game, and you're telling me it's strategy?!"

[Defeat!]

"Listen to me, start operating it."

"Could you deliver less?"

[Defeat!]

"No, bro, let's just forget about it."

"Let's play one more round, and I'll quit once I win."

[Deafeat!]

When the base crystal exploded once again, the special effects animation flashed, illuminating Song Wen's bloodless face.

"Brother, are you sure you can handle this...?"

Wang Ke's expression was complicated as he asked the question.

They've been playing all afternoon and have lost all afternoon.

"That's a very good question," Song Wen said, opening TGP and pointing to Wang Ke's match history. "0-13, 0-11, 0-9, 1-7. Are you a phantom limb?"

Wang Ke ignored Song Wen's accusations.

"Dude, I'm 23 years old. Isn't it normal to get crushed by younger players? Besides, I've been a brawler player for three or four years now. I thought you were really good, so I played more casually. And putting aside the fact that I fed over 40 kills in four games, don't you have any issues with that?"

Faced with Wang Ke's counterattack, Song Wen became somewhat embarrassed.

"What's wrong with me? My dad killed over a dozen, but that's less than the number you sent away. What can I do about it?"

"You're a six-time champion, and you can't even win a Silver-level game? You still have the nerve to complain!"

Song Wen's eyes widened. Although Wang Ke's words were somewhat beastly, he really couldn't refute them.

Yeah, he's a six-time champion, why can't he even win a Silver-level game?!

Song Wen looked at his hands and muttered to himself.

"No wonder everyone says never ascend, never ascend! The world after ascension is terrifying! The silver mid laner I was just facing exerted pressure on me just like Faker!"

Seeing Song Wen's distraught state, Wang Ke wondered if he had gone too far, so he comforted him:

"Hey, this is actually my fault. After all, it's my novel. I'm only a Silver-level writer myself, so how much better could you be in the story?"

To Wang Ke's surprise, Song Wen suddenly grabbed Wang Ke's shoulder after just one sentence: "What did you say? Say it again!"

"I...I said it's because I'm too bad..."

"That's not it!"

Wang Ke rubbed his aching lower back and said helplessly:

"Brother, don't worry about it. Let's go out for a meal."

However, Song Wen waved his hand in response to his kind invitation.

"No need, you can go ahead. I'll study it for a while longer."

Upon hearing Song Wen's words, Wang Ke said nothing more.

Indeed, for a former six-time champion, not being able to win even a single Silver-level game must be a huge blow.

Wang Ke thoughtfully ordered a set meal for Song Wen before leaving.

Twenty minutes later, Wang Ke returned after taking a walk outside.

He found himself confused about whether he had traveled through time or been reborn. His environment and life trajectory were not much different from his 2016 self. The only difference was that his parents had been arrested.

"Could it be that I've really become the chosen protagonist?"

As soon as Wang Ke entered, he saw Song Wen wearing sunglasses.

"What's wrong with you? Wearing sunglasses at home late at night."

Upon hearing Wang Ke's voice, Song Wen turned to look at him and said:

"You're looking at dirty things, protect your eyes."

Wang Ke stepped forward and saw Song Wen reading his novel; his face darkened.

But Song Wen seemed very excited.

"I just looked at your novel, and I think I know why!"

Hearing Song Wen's words, Wang Ke also sat down and asked curiously:

"What's the reason?"

"Look here—"

Song Wen pointed to a line of text in the novel.

Song Wen's strength is extremely high, even unparalleled. His hand speed, reaction time, awareness, and execution are all exceptional; in short, he excels in everything.

"Look at this passage. The so-called 'very strong' is just a concept! But how strong exactly? Why don't you write it down?"

Upon hearing Song Wen's words, Wang Ke began to explain:

"Because my writing is bad, and being really strong is just being really strong, I don't even know exactly how strong I am. Data processing is too much trouble."

"That's the problem!" Song Wen said excitedly. "My strength should depend on how you describe me in your book. Change that section to a perfect score of 100, where Song Wen gets 100 in every ability. That way, we'll have a clearer picture!"

Wang Ke was skeptical of Song Wen's words, but felt that they made some sense.

"Hmm, that seems to make some sense."

"Then what are you standing there for? Hurry up and revise the article!"

"It can't be changed."

Why?

Wang Ke's expression showed a hint of shyness.

"I need the editor to grant me permission to edit the article, but the editor has already blocked me."