First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

LeBlanc, is that her?

Atto connected the past history together.

LeBlanc followed Mordekaiser 1,500 years ago. Mordekaiser built the Immortal Fortress, and Noxus was founded on the Immortal Fortress.

"All the Noxian emperors in the past thousand years were probably just puppets of that old woman..."

"Hiss, maybe it's best not to get involved... Perhaps only Jericho Swain can keep her in check."

Hearing the commotion, the driver turned around and asked, "Sir, what happened?"

Atto waved his hand: "It's nothing. Are we almost at the conscription office?"

The driver chuckled, "We still have a long way to go; we've only just entered the edge of the capital."

After saying that, the carriage turned into a narrower road.

Why not take the main road?

Ato became alert, and the plot of a novel he had read in his previous life surfaced in his mind: the protagonist arrives in a completely new place, takes some kind of transportation, and is taken to a dark corner, stepping into a prepared trap.

"Hehe, that's how it's stipulated in the capital," the coachman explained. "It wasn't supposed to be like this, but ever since the empire bought a lot of four-wheeled vehicles from a city in the south called Peer something five years ago, it's become like this."

"Those four-wheeled vehicles are strange; they don't need horses to run! I still don't understand how those vehicles move."

"For carriages like ours, horses aren't human after all. They might leave something on the road at any time, affecting the carriage's movement. So the empire stipulates that carriages can only travel on narrow roads..."

"..." Ato almost lost his composure.

Has Piltover's technology advanced to this point? They can even build cars now? How much have I missed out on?

He asked indirectly, "It sounds like four-wheeled vehicles are more convenient, and they also have the support of imperial policies, but I see that there are still many people riding in horse-drawn carriages."

The coachman said with some relief, "Yes, thankfully those carriages aren't affordable for everyone, otherwise I'd be out of a job. This is the capital! Only a minority can afford them; only nobles and wealthy merchants can afford them! You won't see a single one outside the capital!"

As expected, every new industrial product is very expensive in its initial stages...

Atto gave a brief response and then fell silent.

Sometimes he felt there was a clear disconnect between the styles of these city-states.

Piltover has already built cars, Hextech gates, and flying skateboards in the bottom city; it's a futuristic tech city that even the real world Ato lived in hadn't reached this level.

Meanwhile, in Ionia and Freljord, their tech tree is still tens of thousands of years away from seeing the steam engine.

Suppressing the urge to complain, Ato turned his gaze to the window, taking in the appearance of the Immortal Fortress.

Most of the buildings here are constructed of gray-white stone, with a solemn architectural style. The streets are narrow and secluded, and the eaves are covered with parapets, making them very suitable for defensive operations.

Some of the simple dwellings are built like fortresses, and soldiers can be seen patrolling the streets from time to time.

Before long, the carriage stopped in front of a solemn building.

"We've arrived, sir."

Ato jumped off the carriage, said goodbye to the driver, and walked into the wide-open gates of the conscription office.

Two fully armed soldiers at the door glanced at Atto, but did not stop him.

Those who are willing to come here will become the empire's most loyal soldiers, especially as war approaches, people come and go from the empire's recruitment office every day.

Upon entering the gate, there was an open space with a wooden table on which were several stacks of documents. Behind the table sat a middle-aged man with a scar on his cheek.

Ato stepped forward, about to speak, when he heard the middle-aged man ask, "Name?"

"...Harris." A pseudonym used in the Ato newspaper starting from Juvetburg.

The middle-aged man wrote something down on the paper, then asked, "Where did you come from?"

Ato recalled the map of Runeterra and said, "Horrez Harbor."

How powerful?

"I haven't calculated it, but it should be quite big."

The middle-aged man looked up at him and said, "Go through the door behind me. The instructor is waiting for you there. Try it out with her first. She will tell me the specific data."

"Yes, sir." Ato had already decided that he must control his strength when competing with the instructor and not stand out too much.

He passed through the door behind the middle-aged man and came to a larger open space, where he saw many soldiers training in the distance, with various weapons placed nearby.

A thin figure stood there, arms crossed, supervising the training.

Compared to the other tall and strong soldiers, the instructor was as thin as an ordinary person. What was most incongruous with her size was that the sword behind her was no less than the Darkin Demon Sword behind Ator—it was a giant runic blade.

“Riven… this is going to be hard to control the intensity…” Ato smiled, his ability to attract heroes was working again, he really didn’t expect that the instructor at the recruitment office would be a familiar game character.

The instructor noticed the commotion behind him and turned around to look at Atto.

Her skin was wheat-colored, her white hair was neatly tied back, and her features had both feminine softness and masculine fortitude. Paired with a light suit of armor, she exuded a heroic and dashing aura.

"Not bad." These were the first words Riven said to Atto.

"Instructor, how do you plan to fight? Do you want to use weapons?" Atto didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

“You seem very confident.” Riven gripped the hilt of her sword. “A sword speaks for itself.”

Riven drew her greatsword, but the runes on the blade did not light up.

"Come on, recruits." Riven relinquished the initiative.

"Instructor, be careful."

With the Darkin sword still in disguise, Ato leaped forward, using the momentum to slash at Riven.

Riven parried with her sword, but the moment the weapons clashed, she felt a powerful force and was forced to stagger back several steps.

Riven handed the greatsword to her left hand, shook her right wrist, and slowly exhaled.

"Am I seeing things? That recruit repelled the swordsman captain?" A soldier training nearby noticed the commotion and asked his comrade.

"I saw it too. The swordsman captain is already a monster, so where did that recruit come from?"

"Do what you're supposed to do!" Riven turned around and snapped at the other soldiers, then her gaze towards Atto changed.

“Very good.” Riven’s fighting spirit was strong, and she changed to gripping the sword with both hands. “With that sword just now, you won’t start as an ordinary soldier. You’ll at least be able to lead a small squad.”

He still couldn't control himself... Ato thought bitterly, the more outstanding he became, the harder it would be for him to escape from Ionia.

“I used to be a mercenary in Bilgewater, so I know a little about martial arts, a little…” Ato said, making up a reason.