This Lee Sang-hyeok is very strong, but he lacks self-awareness.

A few days later, one afternoon, on the second floor of the EDG base.

Because of their preparations for MSI, EDG's players haven't had a break yet and are all playing ranked games in the training room.

Abu, beaming, pushed open the door and entered, holding several newly printed tactical manuals in his hand. His steps were so light that he almost seemed to be dancing ballet.

"Jin, Sang-hyeok, get ready quickly."

Abu slammed the manual on the table, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"To prepare for MSI, I used a lot of my connections. Over the next few days, I arranged for several top teams to play offline friendly matches."

"For the first match, I want to thank Principal Wang for his strong support. The IG team is already downstairs."

Lin Xiu, holding his coffee, glanced at him sideways: "Abu, you really won't let us rest, huh? Scout and Clearlove can't play in the scrims?"

"And what's so great about IG? Can they even beat us in a single game?"

"Go, go, go! Boss Zhu said there's a bonus!"

"Besides, Scout has to go home, doesn't that give Faker more opportunities to play?"

"As for the factory manager..."

Abu was speaking when the factory manager stepped out from behind him.

"I've officially joined the coaching staff!"

"If I really wanted to play, I would definitely be a top jungler in the LPL, but there's no need, you know? Apart from the World Championship, we've won everything we could."

A hint of melancholy flickered in the factory manager's eyes, but he remained defiant.

"It's better that they quit; at least we'll never be able to type 4396 again."

Lin Xiu didn't react much to this, after all, Clearlove had already been a coach for several years by the time of S15, and Lin Xiu was already familiar with Clearlove's role as a coach.

Faker, standing to the side, seemed somewhat regretful. This legendary jungler, who led EDG to two S-series championships in the simulation, had actually retired just like that.

Abu glared at Lin Xiu.

"Stop talking about others and mind your own business. IG is not what it used to be. Their laning skills were already strong, and they've brought in some top players."

"Especially since they recently brought in a substitute AD carry who is not yet an adult, everyone says he's incredibly skilled, even beating Uzi in scrims."

"Oh, they changed the jungler too. I heard he's much better than Kid."

Lin Xiu's heart skipped a beat.

In 2017, IG had a minor substitute AD carry.

"Yu Wenbo?" Lin Xiu asked tentatively.

"Yes, that's him. Su Xiaoluo cherishes him like the most precious thing, saying that this child is the chosen one."

Abu waved his hand.

"Come on, let's go downstairs and greet him. We need to be polite."

Outside the training room at the base, the IG team members had already started to walk in.

Rookie, with his usual shy smile, greeted everyone in fluent Chinese.

Upon seeing Faker, he went up to him and warmly exchanged a few words in Korean, congratulating Faker on winning the FMVP and the Spring Split championship.

Baolan followed behind the group, looking rather timid and submissive, somewhat resembling Meiko.

Ning, with his hat askew and an air of superiority, kept glancing between Lin Xiu and Faker, clearly having some recollection of their performances in the finals.

Upon seeing the factory manager, he was somewhat excited, but he suppressed his emotions and continued to act cool.

Just as everyone was exchanging pleasantries, a slightly thin figure emerged from behind Su Xiaoluo.

He was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, wearing an oversized IG team uniform, his slightly immature face bearing an extremely rare, innate confidence.

His eyes were large, gleaming with a wildness beyond his years, a daring to confront all the gods.

"Hello everyone." The boy chuckled and generously extended his hand.

"I'm Yu Wenbo, IG's substitute AD carry. You can just call me Ah Shui."

It really was JKL! Lin Xiu was a little excited and quickly stepped forward, wanting to shake hands with this future world-renowned, chosen one, and the only epic-level Beyblade.

However, JKL clearly did not agree with Lin Xiu's egg analogy, so he deliberately bypassed Lin Xiu and wanted to shake hands with Faker.

But just as they shook hands, he suddenly felt an extremely intense fluctuation in the atmosphere beside him.

Lin Xiu turned his head sharply, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Beside him, Faker's usually rock-solid body was now trembling at an extremely strange frequency.

His face changed from normal skin tone to deathly pale in a single second, and finally even turned ashen.

"Little Li?" Abu also noticed something was wrong and exclaimed in surprise.

In Faker's perception world, all sounds around him disappeared the moment JackeyLove appeared.

In that instant, an extremely terrifying double image appeared on Faker's retina.

The young man before us is no longer a green substitute, but a young war god standing at the pinnacle of attention, passionately lifting the trophy amidst a shower of golden rain.

At the same time, a grand and fateful melody, which did not belong to this era, suddenly exploded in the depths of Faker's mind without warning!

"GO GO GO GO GODS——!"

I was terrified!!!

That's the theme song for the 2023 World Championship.

It's the team that, in the simulated memory, secured three of the four semifinal spots in the LCK World Championship.

Just as they were about to realize their thirteen-year-old dream, a series of three victories sounded the death knell, bringing down several of the LCK's top teams one by one.

In that stirring melody, Faker seemed to see that young man's high spirits in Incheon, his wildness in Busan, and his aggressive stance that tore apart the glory of LCK time and time again.

And that sixth title that ended all the controversy.

"We will make history!"

Faker will always remember the disappointment of being swept 3-0 by JKL's TES after confidently uttering those words.

God has arrived!

"Thump!"

With a dull thud, the FMVP mid-laner who had boasted just days before that he would crush Xiaohu and make the LCK tremble,

In front of everyone, his legs suddenly gave way, and he fell heavily onto the marble floor of the base.

Faker knelt on the ground, his hands gripping the floor tightly, drenched in sweat, looking as if he had been pulled out of the water.

"Holy crap!" Prince Ning jumped back in shock.

"Dude, are you alright? We didn't do anything!"

"Ah Shui, has your murderous aura gotten this strong now? Did you scare someone into fainting?"

"I... I didn't do anything either?" Ah Shui was completely stunned, standing awkwardly in place, her outstretched hand frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to retract it or not.

Lin Xiu reacted quickly and grabbed Faker's arm. He could feel that Faker's body temperature was frighteningly low and his lips were trembling slightly.

Lin Xiu dragged Faker to a chair while awkwardly smiling at the IG team:

"It's nothing, it's nothing! This is an old problem for Brother Li; he's prone to low blood sugar!"

After saying that, Lin Xiu stood up and called the team doctor.

"Team doctor, get some candy, Li is having low blood sugar."

Then he turned to the IG members.

"But you never know. He sensed Ah Shui's world-destroying talent and was terrified. What does that mean? It means Ah Shui, you really are someone special!"