Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

"Brothers, that concludes today's Hell Invasion map walkthrough."

"Now, let me tell you about the latest version of Hextech ARAM!"

"What 'meticulous Jess' and 'Emperor Rui'? That's all outdated stuff!"

"Playing Jinx with the Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

"An astral body? Even a dog wouldn't choose that!"

"The streamer's favorite game is stacking ten meatballs on top of each other like steel; he can spend an entire afternoon doing that!"

"What do you mean the streamer is obsessed with adult content and has gone on a second-hand gaming session!"

"That's just to make a living; I finally got an ad!"

"The streamer is still a pure League of Legends player!"

"The streamer is a professional player; he was once a substitute for Brother Sun!"

"Even a streamer dreams of winning a championship, but his lifelong attempt to defeat South Korea has ended in failure!"

"The streamer used to completely crush Chovy!"

"Playing second-hand games now is only because I'm forced to by life, brothers!"

"But the character art for Hell Invasion is really beautiful!"

"Let me recommend another batch!"

"Don't go, brothers!"

"The streamer is here to perform kowtowing for you!"

He seemed to see himself in the mirror, desperately trying to please netizens, his head hitting the monitor in the process.

Then, the monitor started smoking.

Sparks accompanied by lightning.

"Experimental sample No. 665, injected with meta-Christian matrix."

"Reaction time: 1 hour, 8 minutes and 15 seconds. Mutation node recording complete."

"Push the failed products into the incinerator."

A cold voice echoed in my ears.

Where am I...?

"Experimental sample number 666, Hex Horus, from the Lower City, hmm?"

"No other information, is their identity really that simple?"

"Never mind, it's all the same."

"The Meta-Christian matrix is ​​being injected."

Record reaction time.

Hex Horus...

This name sounds familiar.

A stream of cold liquid was injected into his body, activating his consciousness from its dormant state.

He used all his strength to barely lift his heavy eyelids.

The first thing I saw was the glaring incandescent light, not the familiar ceiling of my home.

Kidnapped?

He struggled to move his eyes and look around.

This is a laboratory.

Glass flasks, droppers, and distillation jars were densely packed on the metal table.

The walls were dark and mottled, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, blood, and medicine.

He himself was firmly strapped to a cold operating table, his limbs fixed with belts, unable to move.

Finished!

Is this the KK campus?

"Hex Horus".

Someone is calling him.

He slowly turned his head and looked to his side.

A handsome young man with brown hair, wearing a white coat, stood beside the operating table. His face was handsome, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

He was holding an empty syringe in his hand.

"Subject No. 666 has a much higher resistance to the new anesthetic than the average person," the brown-haired youth said.

"Wake up five minutes early."

He was speaking English, but he clearly hadn't even passed the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), yet he could understand it.

"Who...am I?" he asked hoarsely, his mind a jumbled mess.

"It seems the new anesthetic has affected his nerves, causing some mental confusion," the brown-haired youth said, frowning.

He turned to the two middle-aged men beside him, who were also wearing white coats, and gave them instructions:

"Next time we adjust the dosage, we must avoid such unexpected events affecting experimental variables."

The two middle-aged men in white coats replied, "Understood, Sir Frankenstein."

Frankenstein... Sir?

Adding to the fact that this ancient and bloody laboratory was a thunderbolt that exploded in Hextech's mind.

"Are you Sir Frankenstein?" he murmured.

Sir Frankenstein said, "I am Willis Frankenstein."

"You don't remember me?"

"Record: Subject 666's memories were influenced by the meta-Christian matrix."

"Where is this?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"This is England," Sir Frankenstein said patiently.

"What city is this?" he continued, his hands already trembling.

"Manchester," Frankenstein said calmly, his gaze fixed on an object.

"Is this year 1911?" he asked, his voice filled with despair.

"It seems his memories are starting to return." Frankenstein nodded slightly.

Today is April 16, 1911, Easter.

Hextech's pupils slowly focused, and his thoughts accelerated.

The experiment begins.

Sir Frankenstein.

Manchester, 1911.

He knows it all too well.

"I've traveled through time..." he murmured.

"The new anesthetic has a temporary effect on the nerves, with a recovery period of about five minutes," Frankenstein said, then looked at Hex.

Do you still remember who you are?

identity……

Hextech's thoughts were a jumbled mess.

"I was perfectly fine at home, and suddenly I appeared here," he murmured.

"You injected me with the meta-Christian matrix..."

"You bastard, you've ruined my life." The more Hex spoke, the stronger his fear and anger became.

"If I had other options, I would have killed you."

"Let me go!"

"The demon is coming!"

"Let me go!!!"

Frankenstein coldly recorded the data: "Record it again."

"The five-minute recovery period is insufficient, and the sample's emotions are unstable."

"There were even symptoms of delirium."

The assistant asked, "Sir, has the experiment been successful? Subject 666 shows no signs of mutation."

"Your observation skills are worse than a paramecium's!" Frankenstein gave him a cold glance.

"Mutations often begin after five minutes, so pay close attention to the records!!"

"Give No. 666 a sedative and bind her with a waist bandage."

"I'll deal with the other failed products first."

Hex turned his stiff neck and looked toward the corner of the laboratory.

A deformed, gigantic body covered in tumors lay on another bed next door, its chest still rising and falling slightly, clearly still alive.

But it didn't live long.

They will soon be pushed into the incinerator and burned to ashes.

"Let me go!!"

"I'm not a guinea pig!!"

Hex struggled desperately, but his hands and feet were bound, and two assistants tied his entire body to the lab table with belts.

"Give up, this is a waist belt made of cowhide and steel coils." The assistant patted him on the shoulder.

"Not even a cow could break free."

"Don't despair, maybe your experiment will succeed."

"Let's wait patiently."

Then, a cold needle pierced his arm.

As the sedative was injected into his bloodstream, an irresistible wave of fatigue and numbness instantly swept over his body. Hextech's body went limp, and he lost all his strength.

This tranquilizer also calmed Hextech down.

Now he was certain that he had traveled through time.

He didn't travel to another world, but rather to a third-rate card-based roguelike mobile game that he had taken over from GG.

Hell Invasion!

Hex Horus was just a name he randomly picked for the protagonist!

Finished!

That was the first thought.

Gotta run!

This is the second idea.

This is not because Hextech is particularly attached to the original world.

After all, his parents divorced, and his grandmother passed away when he was sixteen. He didn't even finish college before he started working in society. Fortunately, e-sports was just emerging at that time, and he had some talent in LOL. He barely made it into the professional circle and became a substitute for the substitute of the streamer. Although his professional experience was unremarkable, he at least earned the title of "pro" and became a streamer.

In his early years, he did quite well, riding the wave of opportunity and earning several million.

But making money too easily also led to spending it too readily. He signed an unfair agreement with the live streaming platform, violating the rules, which resulted in him not receiving his money and instead accumulating a mountain of debt. As the live streaming boom faded, his popularity declined.

In the end, he could only barely make ends meet by taking in third-rate gigolos.

Although Hell Invasion is a second game and completely different from his, Hextech cherishes this opportunity and diligently streams to create entertaining content, but unfortunately, his audience doesn't buy it.

Many people expressed their intention to unfollow.

Finally, it seems he bumped his head on the monitor and was electrocuted?

Given his situation—having no relatives and friends and being heavily in debt—he would be overjoyed if he were to transmigrate into a regular online game or eroge world.

But it just so happens to be "Hell Invasion".

Hell Invasion is a shoddy world cobbled together by a third-rate screenwriter from several big IPs.

Games like Ark, Warhammer, Trench Crusade, Dead Space, etc.

The world's theme is darkness, cruelty, and apocalyptic despair.

Since the gates of hell were opened in Jerusalem in 1096, the human world has been continuously eroded.

By 1911, the devil had reached the borders of the Holy Roman Empire.

Human civilization is in imminent danger.

In the game, it's a world engulfed in war, with demons running rampant, cults rampant, evil gods invading, and the world ending.

The worst part is that there are also unfortunate creatures like aliens and insectoids.

In the early stages, the protagonist leads the Golden Squad to suppress invasions by hell, evil gods, aliens, and insectoids in various places.

Later on, it became even more outrageous, with city after city falling, each time resulting in the deaths of millions. It was a true hell on earth, a world unsuitable for transmigrators to survive in.

Of course, there aren't many peaceful worlds in the second game's setting, otherwise how could there be so many amazing characters? Hextech usually just plays games for fun and doesn't take the background too seriously.

The problem is that when he makes strategy videos for the second game, he only shows the illustrations of big breasts and long white legs.

As for the plot, I'll skip over anything I can.

He only remembers a few major events, which is nothing compared to the knowledge of story-driven players regarding the game's background world.

Moreover, this is a sequel, not an online game.

Online game time travelers can use their foresight to seize opportunities, exploit bugs, farm reputation, and obtain various artifacts and hidden classes.

The main character in the second game is just a moving camera, following the plot throughout, but he is useless from beginning to end, relying entirely on powerful characters he draws to clear stages and fight.

Even if he knew the plot, he couldn't become stronger ahead of time.

Because the main character doesn't participate in any battles, all related characters rely on gacha pulls to accumulate stars and acquire exclusive weapons, and there's no upgrade mechanism.

Key characters will not appear unless there is a crucial plot point.

This scene is exactly what happens at the start of the game.

The protagonist has just undergone modification by the evil scientist Frankenstein and has been injected with the meta-Christ matrix, which has a 50% mortality rate and a 49% mutation rate.

Even if his body was blessed with destiny and successfully withstood the backlash.

But at midnight tonight, the gates of hell will open.

Manchester instantly became a living hell.

Seven days later, of Manchester's nearly one million inhabitants, only a dozen or so survived.

Not even one in ten thousand survived!

How will I survive?!

"Give me a cheat!" Hextech couldn't help but roar in his mind.

The next second, a pale blue light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Is the cheat code finally here?

Upon closer inspection, Hextech realized, "What the heck is this?!"

Hextech Brawl?!