The Road to Godhood in Honor of Kings

"A competition? What kind of competition? Running?" Mom suddenly became interested, leaving Han Cheng even more speechless. Does a competition have to be a traditional sporting event? As for running, Mom probably meant the Olympics, right?

"Son, tell me honestly, did you participate in any so-called e-sports competition?" the father asked.

"Well, I didn't expect you to know so much, Dad. This competition is about testing your gaming skills, and the prize money is quite high..." Han Cheng began to explain, while his parents listened in. Han Cheng then started to boast about how he won every game. Although his parents didn't understand the game, Han Cheng tried his best to describe it in the simplest terms.

"I remember that time, I couldn't go to the competition at first, and my teammates lost a game. The third game was about to start, and if I didn't go soon, they would lose... Finally, I arrived in time and crushed the opposing team..." His parents listened intently, praising their son for being successful, not only making money from gaming but also being so good at it. They didn't show the resistance Han Cheng had imagined. After all, many older generations believe that esports is a waste of time and a waste of talent; they think it's better to work a regular job. But esports is completely different.

However... Han Cheng's speech contained a lot of boasting. In the last King of Glory strongest team championship finals, even if Han Cheng hadn't arrived, the TOL team would have been very confident of winning. It wasn't that they lost just because Han Cheng didn't go...

After finishing what was considered New Year's Eve dinner, the family started watching the Spring Festival Gala. Mom and Dad decided to go to bed at 11 p.m., since they were getting old and couldn't stay up late. But Han Cheng kept comforting them, saying that they weren't old at all and were still very young... which made Mom and Dad very happy and praised Han Cheng for being sensible.

Han Cheng had dreamed countless times of the happy family scene, and today it finally came true. Thinking about it, it was because of the pressure of life; otherwise, his parents would not have worked so hard to go out and work all year round.

Han Cheng clenched his fist secretly, thinking that he must work hard so that his parents could live a good life and no longer have to worry about this family...

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Seeing that the lights in his parents' room had gone out, Han Cheng finally felt relieved and left home. He had already told them that he was going to stay with his classmates tonight, and his parents had agreed. So Han Cheng was already on his way to Sun Hou's house.

From Sun Wukong's house, Han Cheng could hear the loud music coming from afar; it was quite a high-energy atmosphere.

"Hey, everyone's still alive?" Han Cheng walked in, greeted Sun Hou and Fatty, and then asked why Ye Bing hadn't come.

Xu Xiaomeng came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruit and said, "Ye Bing couldn't come because he had something to do. Little Orange, have some fruit first..."

"Tsk tsk, actually, I feel we should have gone to the club. Brother Ma and Brother Li aren't here..." Han Cheng muttered.

"Who said that?" Sima Yi came out of the toilet at this moment, then snatched a microphone from the fat man and started singing.

Han Cheng then understood why Sima Yi had been so excited earlier, but had become less so once he went in—it turned out Sima Yi had gone to the restroom halfway through…

"However, my daughter didn't come either. She went to spend the New Year with my parents. She's very filial..." Sima Yi paused here and muttered to himself before continuing to sing the song he hadn't finished.

Han Cheng found Sun Wukong's pig-slaughtering sounds rather jarring, but Sima Yi's singing was quite pleasant.

Even so, the mix of good and bad sounds still feels chaotic.

"Monkey, that's enough!" the fat man shouted, afraid the monkey was singing too loudly and he wouldn't hear him. "Ahem, even though this is your house, can't you at least let us live? Otherwise, who will keep you company for the New Year?"

"Huh? What did you say? Why didn't I spare your lives?" Sun Wukong finally stopped.

"Others sing for money, but you sing for your life..." Xu Xiaomeng said helplessly.

"Tsk, it can't be that exaggerated, can it?" Sun Wukong looked surprised and reluctantly put down the microphone. "But I feel like I sang very well, almost as well as Brother Ma."

"Ahem, Brother Ma, stop for a moment, Monkey, you continue," Han Cheng said. Sima Yi and Sun Wukong were singing a song, and Sun Wukong, hearing that Sima Yi sang well, assumed that he sang well too...

"Huh, you're letting him sing again?" the fat man asked, somewhat surprised.

"Uh, it's just to make the monkey realize his mistake and let him know about his magnificent singing voice..." Han Cheng said.

Sima Yi stopped singing, and Sun Wukong began to sing solo, "You are not truly happy! Your smile is just a protective mask... You've decided to stop loving..." Sun Wukong's pig-like singing moved everyone. Fortunately, there weren't many neighbors near Sun Wukong's house, otherwise, a few people would probably have come in with kitchen knives to cause trouble...

Before Sun Wukong could finish singing, Sima Yi couldn't stand it anymore and stopped him. If he hadn't been singing so enthusiastically that he hadn't heard Sun Wukong's song, Sima Yi probably would have already lost his temper.

"So that's how it is. My singing is indeed a little bit bad..." Sun Wukong muttered.

"Get out of here! What do you mean by 'a little bit unpleasant to hear'?" Sima Yi's eyes were full of doubt. "Monkey, I've realized that you're the kind of guy who only comes along once every few centuries!"

"How so?" Sun Wukong asked excitedly. Sima Yi was about to praise him!

"Just look at your appearance, short and stocky; then there's your appetite, such a petite figure, yet you eat so much. And finally, your singing voice, tsk tsk, someone who can sing as awfully as you is practically a rare breed!" Sima Yi's teasing made Sun Hou's face turn green and then purple...

"Ahem, just kidding. But Monkey, you really are a genius. Take Monkey, for example. It's a miracle that you can keep playing so many games without getting tired of it. And you yourself are a miracle..." Sima Yi's praise, which sounded like sarcasm, made Sun Wukong quite happy.

Finally, the group made it to around 11:40.

"Alright, let's begin." Sima Yi sat upright on the floor. If it weren't for the underfloor heating, he probably would have paid the price for showing off.

"Uh..." Han Cheng glanced at the people around him. There were exactly five of them: himself, Xu Xiaomeng, Fatty, Sun Hou, and Sima Yi. A team to climb the ranks was born out of nowhere.

They want to play games to celebrate the New Year.

“A new five-player skin set was recently released, the Lunar New Year limited edition Guan Yu skin. Adding it to the previous ones, we’ll have a complete five-player set. Why don’t we use these skins to play the game?” Sun Wukong suggested.

"New Year's five black skins, tsk tsk, not bad," Han Cheng said.