The Road to Godhood in Honor of Kings

Xu Xiaomeng walked ahead with light steps, while Han Cheng followed steadily behind her, not falling behind. Although Han Cheng walked unhurriedly, his stride was also quick, so he wouldn't be left behind by the excited Xu Xiaomeng...

The sunlight outside the window seemed brighter than before he woke up, but Han Cheng still felt a bleakness in its brilliance. Why did he always have these negative thoughts? Han Cheng guessed it was because he had lost his superpower.

"Little Orange, what would you like to eat?" Xu Xiaomeng asked with a smile.

"I'm easygoing, you can eat whatever you want," Han Cheng said with a smile.

"Then I'll just order whatever I like, but please make sure you don't dislike it..." Xu Xiaomeng said.

"Mmm." Han Cheng nodded, thinking that even if he didn't like it, he had to pretend he did.

The food on the table increased, and soon half of the table was filled. Han Cheng smiled wryly, wondering if Xu Xiaomeng could finish all of this food.

"Meng, you ordered so much, can you finish it all?" Han Cheng asked with a wry smile.

"Hehe, aren't you hungry? And you just woke up, and you haven't eaten for so long, you definitely need to eat more..." Xu Xiaomeng laughed.

Han Cheng didn't say anything, he just smiled and he and Xu Xiaomeng finished off half the food on the table.

"I'm so full!" Xu Xiaomeng laughed, clutching her stomach as she walked down the street.

"Yeah, me too," Han Cheng said, noticing that Xu Xiaomeng seemed to have eaten more than him just now...

The setting sun cast its light on their faces, indicating that darkness was approaching. Han Cheng felt a pang of melancholy, perhaps because of the setting sun, or perhaps because of the upcoming match. However, Han Cheng didn't feel that his life was fading away; on the contrary, it was just beginning…

-

At Han Cheng's home.

"Everyone needs a reason to live!"

Han Xin's spear danced in the air. Han Cheng wasn't wearing any skins, just the classic one. For Han Cheng now, Han Xin was more than just a belief; it was a sentiment. Why did he love playing Han Xin so much? It wasn't just because of the hero himself, but also because of the character's backstory and everything else—his spirit, his ambition, his fearlessness, his extraordinary nature…

"I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in destiny, I only believe in myself..." Han Cheng said in a low voice, "and I will repay you a hundredfold!"

The spear in his hand was as nimble and powerful as a white dragon; wherever it passed, slaughter followed.

"Legendary!" Unparalleled in the world.

"penta-ki11!" Five consecutive kills.

"Victory!"

Han Cheng gently put down his phone. He'd lost count of how many games he'd played today, but he was certain that the pentakill he'd just achieved was a long-awaited one. Even in a random match, this pentakill was incredibly valuable, as it was earned through skill. He'd suffered more than one crushing defeat today, but he wasn't resigned to it, which only led to more and more losses. Until he truly realized that he shouldn't be playing just for training. Victory had something beyond victory—honor, responsibility—things that a hasty, impatient mind couldn't acquire. Only by calming his mind, listening to his inner voice, and maintaining composure could he achieve true invincibility.

Justice is just another name for victory. Losing is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you don't lose in your heart, you can win again.

Even if your teammates are not there, even if you are fighting five against one, even if your equipment is bad, even if you will be wiped out as soon as you leave the fountain, even if you only have one chance... as long as the crystal is not broken, you have not lost and you should protect it; even if the crystal is broken, as long as there is still hope in your heart, then you have not lost.

"We haven't lost yet..."

"The blood is still hot!"

Han Cheng understood that he hadn't lost yet, even without his superpowers, even if he would lose miserably...

-

Peach blossoms fell to the ground, landing on a handsome man. He sat on a rock, sword in hand, looking haggard. He had fox ears and an exquisitely beautiful face. It seemed that the word "exquisitely beautiful" shouldn't be used to describe him, but he certainly deserved it.

This place, Qingqiu, is his hometown.

However, not long ago, this place suffered a devastating calamity, leaving only Lei Hu of the Qingqiu clan. The sword in Lei Hu's hand crackled with electricity, seemingly trying to break free from its restraints. Lei Hu waited here, waiting for someone—a friend, or perhaps… an enemy…

I can't tell the difference between thunder and fox.

A few days ago, they might have been considered friends, but now, they probably aren't.

The people of Qingqiu and the people of Jiao live side by side and have been friends for generations. The person Lei Hu is waiting for, Bai Long, is one of the people of Jiao, and can be said to be one of the best among them. Lei Hu is the same in the Qingqiu clan. The two are friends who have grown up together and are often rivals who spar with each other, but they have never been enemies before.

In the Battle of Zhuolu, Chi You was killed by the Yellow Emperor. The Jiaolong clan, also of the demon race, turned against the Yellow Emperor and pledged allegiance to him. The White Dragon believed that although he and his clan were of the demon race, it did not mean that they were evil. The Yellow Emperor, who was in accordance with the will of Heaven, was the true leader of himself and his clan, and Chi You was definitely not.

However, Lei Hu and his people were incredibly stubborn. They believed that even if Chi You was going against the will of Heaven, they should not betray him and must follow him to the death.

However, Chi You ultimately lost, and lost badly. He was separated from his people, and the Yellow Emperor decreed that all those who were loyal to Chi You and refused to submit to his rule should be executed.

The Qingqiu clan suffered a devastating calamity as a result, and the culprit was none other than the Jiao clan led by Bailong. Bailong's silver spear pierced through the bodies of the Qingqiu clan members without mercy, displaying such ruthless decisiveness. However, Bailong was also conflicted. Former friends were now forced to become enemies, which was hard to accept, but what could he do?

Finally, Lei Hu met the person he was waiting for.

Armored in silver, silver, and wielding a silver spear, this was a man with dragon horns, clad in armor and wielding a sharp weapon. Proud and unrestrained, he appeared before Lei Hu with resolute and decisive steps.

“Fox…I don’t want to be your enemy…” the white dragon said in a deep voice.

"No need for further words. Since you have exterminated the Qingqiu clan, our friendship ends here." Like the White Dragon, Lei Hu seemed to have made a great decision before uttering these words. "Now, draw your dragon spear!"

"Alright, now that things have come to this..." Bai Long didn't finish his sentence, "You should draw your sword as well..."

I really like the White Dragon's Roar and Thousand-Year Fox skins, and I also love these two heroes and their stories. I've collected all the skins, but I haven't written down the story in my heart yet. So, in this chapter, I want to write down the story of these two heroes, to elaborate on the story provided by Honor of Kings. If you don't like it, please forgive me...