We promised to win the championship together, so why did you all retire?

Good news: He'd time-traveled. Bad news: He'd traveled to the future. When Bai Liang woke up, he felt like the sky had fallen. What? LPL had already won the championship?! What? Uzi had retired?! What? Faker was still playing?! His dream had been achieved. Although it wasn't because of him, it was still enough to make Bai Liang happy. But—when he saw his friends who had promised to win the championship together, he still felt sad. Yesterday. The chubby, youthful boy was still proudly raising his eyebrows: "Bai Liang, isn't my Vayne awesome?" The day before yesterday. The tall, thin young man with glasses was still anxiously showing his teeth: "Hey—what are you doing?! TP to save me!!!" Last week. Before the dough even started rising, esports player Yuki Furukawa was still muttering, "Damn, Liang-ge, you played mid lane like a god. Don't duo queue with me next time, there's always something wrong." Bai Liang was confused at the time: "Wait, you praised me as a god, how could there be a problem with my playing?" "Liang-ge, I remember telling you who I called 'gods'." "Never mind then." But now, they don't recognize him anymore. The once vibrant memories have faded, and dreams have quietly shattered. But it's okay—I'll resurrect your youth infinitely! Heh! "Although I'm a little late, I've finally arrived."