Starting with Zaozi Ge, a dream lineup

Chapter 325 The Factory Director's Hope

After being sucked into the portal created by the system, Li Luo finally witnessed what the "river of time and space" in online novels looked like for the first time.

Strangely enough, if the system hadn't explicitly indicated that he was currently traveling, he would have thought he had entered the tunnel that Doraemon's time machine went down in the Japanese manga.

Countless oddly shaped clocks hang in the time tunnel, and with each turn and movement, they seem to exude immense power.

Some of the dark clocks even spilled a grayish-black, magma-like substance onto the thin film encasing Li Luo as he flashed by.

At first, Li Luo was worried that these objects would shatter the membrane, but he soon realized that he was overthinking it. Although the membrane created by the system looked like it could be easily broken, it was actually very strong.

The gray-black lava dripped onto it, causing only occasional ripples before being neutralized and disappearing into the river of time.

In the long time tunnel, time lost its meaning, and one could only feel emptiness. But on the back of Li Luo's head, which he couldn't see, a small, bright blue dot seemed to be responding to a request, and it began to flash more and more intensely.

As the bubble continued to rush forward, the small blue dot seemed to connect with the nearby spacetime, and a huge, pitch-black hole suddenly appeared in front of the bubble, swallowing Li Luo cleanly and decisively.

With Li Luo's disappearance, the river of time once again fell into tranquility.

"Victory!"

With the opponent's main crystal destroyed, another Master-Diamond 1 game on the Chinese server came to an end.

The 22-point bonus didn't catch Mingkai's attention; instead, he took a closer look at his own stats.

4/4/9.

Their record was mediocre and unremarkable.

Mingkai gave a thumbs-up to the mid-laner who dominated the game, calling him a "carry god." He checked the time, but instead of closing the ranked match, he continued playing.

Night had fallen, but the EDG base was still brightly lit, and the only sound in the lonely training room was the sound of him typing on the keyboard and mouse.

+21, +23, -19, -19, -17, +22
Unbeknownst to him, as the ranked games went on for longer and longer, Mingkai shook his head and opened his match history.

He played eleven games in one night, losing four and winning seven, for a 63% win rate. For someone who stayed up all night, that's a pretty good result.

However, Mingkai lay back in the chair, expressionless, seemingly unsure of what to say.

He used to be able to dominate even in high-level games, single-handedly carrying a few incompetent teammates to victory, and was hailed as one of the top figures in the game.

However, time waits for no one, and now, even a Diamond-level player needs to rely on his teammates to win.

After reviewing his lost games again, Mingkai seemed to have figured something out and tried to stand up, but when he turned around, he saw a familiar smiling face behind him.

"Mingkai, what have you thought about the thing I mentioned to you before?"

Abu asked the question, which was perfectly normal for a manager, but his eyes betrayed him.

Regret, complex emotions, pity, and anticipation.
He is Edg's current manager, the former coach of the League of Legends division, and an old friend of his. He asked this question after much consideration.

"I……"

Mingkai was confident that after years of playing professionally, he had developed a very carefree attitude. But at this moment, he still felt a pang of pain in his heart. His lips trembled for a long time, but he still couldn't say a word.

He knew that once he spoke, it was like spilled water—it was impossible to take it back. Even if he did manage to take it back, the spirit he had once held onto would be gone.

However, the glaring red score on the screen seemed like a joke, urging him on:
"Factory Director? Is it Clearlove or Clearlove7? That jungler who can't even climb to Challenger rank these days?"

"Pro player? You're not unwanted, you're just that even if someone wanted you, you couldn't get a chance to play."

"777777, never a slave! I'm quitting professional gaming, I'm retiring. I won't take this anymore!"

In Rank, there are people who like him, and there are also people who hate him.

Countless insults and jokes that he would never normally pay attention to now, as he recalled them, felt like needles pricking him, making him want to cry.

Abu watched as Mingkai's face gradually turned pale, and his trembling from staying up all night filled him with grief.
"Mingkai, although I know that Ambition also won his championship at the age of 26, you have to understand that people are different. He started as a mid-laner, so his strength lies in his mechanics and his awareness is secondary. In the current version, if we want to win the championship..."

"too difficult"

Upon hearing Abu's words, Mingkai seemed like a punctured balloon, his face quickly turning red, but then, as if he had thought of something, his anger instantly dissipated.

Yes, Abu is right!

In the professional League of Legends scene, only Ambition and he were jokingly called dream-type junglers, but Ambition won the championship with his own strength, silencing all those who mocked him. But what about him?

Every year it's been the top eight, no, now it's the top sixteen?

"I agree, but I don't want to retire. Can you leave me something to look forward to?"

Even though his voice trembled and became incoherent, Mingkai still gave a complete answer this time.

Every professional player who steps into the professional scene knows from day one that this moment will eventually come.

And the moment that belonged to him, to Mingkai, had finally arrived.

Seeing that Mingkai finally agreed, Abu also breathed a sigh of relief. He comforted him, "It's okay. You're a veteran now. Although your performance has declined a lot, you're still very experienced and your Rank score isn't low. Transitioning to coach might be a better choice."

"There are so many retired players in the league who have become coaches. In the current game environment, a good coach is far more important than a good player. Players can shine not only on the field. Even if they have left the field, there are still places for veterans like you in the league."

Upon hearing Abu's words, Mingkai suddenly recalled a Weibo post he had made on Singles' Day in 18.

"Perhaps we can see the road ahead more clearly from offstage."

He has forgotten what he was feeling when he posted that Weibo, but now that he thinks about it, perhaps he had already given himself a heads-up about what he is like today.

"Take a look at the new contract first, but don't worry, it won't rip you off. The treatment is among the best in the entire league."

Abu placed his coaching contract, along with a pen, in front of Mingkai.

Mingkai glanced at the contract casually. The contract not only stated that the coaching contract could be terminated at any time, but also included a clause for Mingkai's return to the court.

Once he decides to return, this contract will be terminated and replaced with a new, effective player contract.

As a founding member of Edg, he received extremely preferential treatment in terms of his contract.

Each character had eight strokes, and two had sixteen strokes. As Mingkai's name was written on the paper, tears welled up in my eyes and fell onto the keyboard with a pattering sound.

Abu turned his head away, unable to bear the sight. Mingkai was someone he had personally trained; how could he possibly want to see this scene...

However, Mingkai's competitive form has declined rapidly in recent years, and he is no longer able to play as a starter. Continuing to do so would only mean sitting on the bench and wasting his time. Transitioning to coaching might be a better path for him.

Abu felt a little sorry for them and said, "Now that you're the coach, if you have any opinions on the team's roster, you can let me know. We can make some moves while the transfer window before the Demacia Cup is still open."

"Ah."

Mingkai nodded and didn't say anything more.

Abu also left the training room, leaving Mingkai with some quiet space to himself. He really doesn't want to retire...

Even though he no longer has the ability to win the highest honor in League of Legends, the S-series championship, as a top professional player, he doesn't want to retire and disappoint those who have supported him.

Many people are still looking forward to their factory manager proving what he said in his youthful arrogance on that stage in the spotlight.

However, the reality is now clear: it was all just a pipe dream, as people say.

"The Time-Space Team..."

Lying back in his gaming chair, looking at the pristine white ceiling of the training room, Mingkai suddenly thought of Edg's nickname.

"If I could, I would want someone else to win this championship in my place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mingkai, realizing his own childishness, couldn't help but chuckle. But the next second, his smile froze on his lips.

In Mingkai's eyes, first a dark blue crack opened from the ceiling, and then a grayish-white figure fell down and crashed down!
Holy crap~~~~~~

It hurts, it really hurts, and I feel weak, as if my body has been hollowed out.

This was Li Luo's most direct feeling. Beyond these feelings, there was an overwhelming sense of coldness, a bone-chilling cold.

A few seconds later, as the feeling intensified, Li Luo shivered, opened his eyes, and the world before him gradually became clearer.

What came into view was not his own room in the luxurious villa he had been in before the transmigration, but rather what resembled RNG's training room.

The computers were arranged in a neat and orderly fashion in the room, with the wiring neatly connected, and the clear separation made it seem as if they were managed and cleaned by a dedicated person.

If it weren't for the fact that the logo displayed at the front of the room wasn't the RNG team logo but the Edg team logo, he might have thought that this time travel had failed and he had gone back.

etc.
What is the Edg team logo?

shit
Li Luo, who was lying on the gaming chair, suddenly stood up and looked towards the front of the room.

Beneath the glass curtain wall, trophies of various sizes are displayed, and in the center of the trophies, the Edg team logo, composed of black and white, is very eye-catching.

Suddenly, Li Luo seemed to realize something, and shakily took out a cell phone from his pocket, glancing at the time: December 3, 2019.

Numbly, I unlocked this phone I'd never seen before using my fingerprint, opened the camera, and switched to front-facing mode.
A devilishly handsome face appeared in the center of the camera's view. As Li Luo involuntarily curved his lips into a smile, all the light in the training room seemed to converge on him, as if a voice were roaring:

"The world is focused on you!"

I've somehow ended up dressed as the factory manager, and this time I'm even wearing...? That's ridiculous!
Perhaps it was seeing the factory manager's now wicked and arrogant face that made Li Luo feel more relaxed.

"System, system, what's going on???"

As Li Luo called out, after a series of teeth-grinding crackling sounds of electricity, the world began to change color in a familiar way, becoming a frozen world dominated by black and white.

"Time travel error detected, investigating the cause."

"Drip drop~"

"Due to the host carrying the contestant's hope factor, upon receiving a call from a parallel universe, adjustments will be made... beep beep beep... error."

"Hope factor priority—highest!"

The once stable blue screen seemed to be impacted by the flow of information, becoming distorted, and even the words on the screen began to become blurry.

The vibration stopped and returned to normal mode after the system reported that it had the highest priority.

"Can I still go back to the main timeline?" Li Luo asked, looking at the screen with anticipation after asking the question he most wanted to know.

The system did not disappoint him and replied immediately;
"Complete the tasks that cause regret in this timeline and return!"

"The host's current location is parallel timeline number 77777. Characters in this timeline are being located."

"Currently locked character: Mingkai - clearlove7"

"The Dream Realization Professional System is loading player attributes."

Host: Mingkai-clearlove7 (Li Luo)
Age: 26
Operation: 71 (Peak 99)

Team battle: 84 (peak 99)

Consciousness: 81 (Peak 99)

Support: 92 (Peak 95)

Reaction: 100 (Peak 95) (Host attribute bonus in progress, currently 100)

Fighting Spirit: 80 (Peak 100)

Overall strength
Top lane: 55 (peak 69)

Mid lane: 69 (peak 77)

Jungler: 81 (Peak 99)

Adc: 40 (Peak 52)

Support: 74 (Peak 88)

Skills: Veteran, Professional Pig Farmer (Not Activated)
A series of pleasant notification sounds came one after another. After Mingkai's attribute panel was completely displayed, the continuous notification sounds finally stopped:

"Mingkai's attributes are actually this high?" Li Luo was incredulous.

The worst possible outcome would be for him to transmigrate directly into Mingkai's body.

Previously, just in case Uzi lost all his attributes after leaving Uzi's timeline, he chose option three when he traveled through time.

That is, all attribute values ​​were discarded, and these attribute values ​​were solidified in Brother Zao's body.

Of course, since Zaozi's reaction speed had recovered to 99 points through training, he took 100 points of reaction speed with him just in case.

In Li Luo's memory, after S9 ended, Clearlove chose to become a coach before the start of the S10 Demacia Cup. Although he did not retire, it was in fact the same as retiring.

After all, once a professional player has lost their most important physical condition and abilities, whether or not they announce their retirement is not really important.

After transmigrating and possessing this body, he was surprised to find that the factory manager's attributes were not low at all, and even in the entire league, he was firmly in the second tier of junglers.

In particular, how could the peak attributes of several major categories be so exaggerated?
Leaving aside those few overpowered junglers who are about to enter the S10 version, Clearlove's performance in domestic competitions will not be too bad.

"As expected, the factory manager has high aspirations!"

He has the ability to play, but he chooses not to, only wanting to carry the team to victory. It has to be said that Clearlove has a very strong ambition.

(End of this chapter)