The player is playing like a god, but their cheat code is Aatrox.

After taking a shower, A-Zhui dried Cang Yu's hair until it was fluffy and smooth, then turned on the TV for him and shoved the remote into his hand.

"Your sister's going to take a bath. Be a good girl and watch TV. Don't run around or move around. If you need anything, wait for your sister to come out, okay?"

Cang Yu nodded.

Ah-Zhui smiled contentedly, patted his little head, and turned to walk into the bathroom. The door closed, and the sound of water soon came from inside.

Cang Yu touched his messy hair and thought expressionlessly: If I keep rubbing it like this, I'll go bald sooner or later.

He picked up the remote and randomly flipped through a few channels, finally stopping at the evening news broadcast.

On the screen, two anchors sat upright, reporting on current events from home and abroad.

The date in the corner of the picture made his gaze sharpen.

2004 years.

Cang Yu put down the remote control, sank into the sofa, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He still has ten years until the chrysanthemum blooms in the story and the real turmoil begins.

Ten years of peaceful life.

He sighed.

Then... let's enjoy another ten years.

But then he thought again, spread his hands, looked down at his palms, and his tone became more helpless:

"So, why hasn't my cheat code appeared yet?"

sigh.

Sigh again.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

A sudden, low, and twisted laugh exploded in his mind.

"Look at our poor little guy, completely controlled by a woman, not even daring to utter a sound while taking a bath? How pathetic! How—ridiculous!"

The voice was rough, like sand rubbing against metal, each word carrying intense sarcasm and contempt, as if malice surging up from the bottom of an abyss.

Cang Yu shuddered and sprang up from the sofa.

That voice... he knew it all too well.

"Holy crap! Aatrox is still chasing me!?"

The instant Cang Yu uttered those words, a crimson energy suddenly shot out from his right hand, twisting and surging like a living thing.

It then transformed into a giant sword larger than himself, crashing heavily onto the floor.

The sword's blade was a blend of jet black and scarlet, exuding an intense, almost tangible, bloody aura.

"Bang--!"

The bathroom door was smashed open, sending splinters flying everywhere.

Ah Zhui's figure had already swept into the living room.

She was no longer dressed in her usual casual attire.

He was clad in silver armor, with shimmering light dancing across its patterns. He gripped a flaming sword tightly in his hand, its blade burning with leaping flames.

A pair of pure white wings suddenly unfurled behind her, their holy radiance creating a stark and glaring contrast with the bloody aura emanating from the giant sword.

She appeared in front of the sofa almost instantly, pulled Cang Yu behind her, and pointed the Flaming Sword in her right hand at the dark red giant sword on the ground. The tip of the sword was as steady as a rock and did not tremble in the slightest.

Ah-Zhui's eyes were fixed on the weapon of unknown origin, his muscles tense to the extreme.

Just as she was preparing to wash up, a violent, powerful aura carrying a strong smell of blood swept in from the direction of the living room without warning.

The ferocity of that aura was so intense that even she, as an angel warrior, felt a chill for a moment.

There was no time to think.

She didn't even think for a second.

Because Cang Yu is still outside.

"Xiao Cangyu, are you alright?"

Ah-Zhui's gaze remained fixed on the giant sword, not daring to look away even slightly, her voice filled with a tense worry.

Cang Yu shook his head behind her: "I'm fine."

Ah Zhui's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a little.

She tightened her grip on the flaming sword, the flames on its blade illuminating half the living room, and her tone turned icy:

"Who are you?"

She could clearly sense the sword before her.

It is "alive".

"Tsk."

On the blade of the greatsword, the scarlet patterns pulsated like a heartbeat.

Then, that rough, deep voice rang out again, each word sounding as if it had been crushed from the depths of his throat before being spat out, carrying undisguised contempt and mockery:

"Tsk. Look at this birdman, he actually cares about you that much."

A winged ant spreading its wings towards an even smaller ant—what a nauseating display of tenderness.

The crimson light from the sword intensified, and the voice grew deeper and more distorted, carrying a hysterical malice:

"Incompetent brat. You're only fit to cower behind a woman's wings? You don't even have the courage to face me?"

I have seen countless mortals like you, trembling in fear, pleading in despair, but you! You don't even deserve to tremble!

Ah-Zhui, who was called "Birdman," had a clear "#" mark on his forehead.

Not only that, the other party also mocked Xiao Cangyu in front of her—how could she tolerate that?

"Evil ones! Prepare for judgment!"

With a flick of his wrist, Ah Zhui's Flaming Sword suddenly flared up, and he was about to make his move.

Of course, she couldn't just unleash her Fiery Judgment right here.

It's not that I'm worried about the house.

For A-Zhui, losing the house was no big deal.

What truly made her suppress the urge to attack was Cang Yu behind her.

The power of the Judgment of Flames was too great. Even with his own protection, Cang Yu was still very likely to be affected and injured.

Therefore, we must find a way to take this giant sword away from here, as far away from Cang Yu as possible.

"etc!"

Just then, a small hand grabbed her from behind.

A-Zhui was taken aback, and quickly suppressed her sword strike, her tone urgent yet gentle:

"Little Cangyu, we can talk about it later. Let your older sister judge this evil being first—"

A complex and awkward expression appeared on Cang Yu's face.

"Um... Sister A-Zhui..." He carefully chose his words, his voice growing softer and softer.

"This sword seems to have come from my body."

Ah Zhui was stunned.

She turned around in disbelief to look at Cang Yu behind her.

"And..." Cang Yu, bracing himself against her intense gaze, added in a low voice.

"I think I... have some kind of connection with him."

That's not a lie.

He could indeed sense that there was some subtle connection between him and Aatrox.

And judging from the looks of it, his cheat ability...

That's Aatrox.

But why the hell did it have to be Aatrox?!

Cang Yu was already roaring inside.

You can just give me the power of ascension, or two of Ornn's artifacts!

Who is Aatrox?

The League's number one troll. An Ascended being infected by the Void. Aatrox, the Darkin Blademaster.

A world-destroying madman who can't die. A verbally aggressive king who spews insults at everyone he meets.

And now, this thing is bound to me.

Ah Zhui fell silent.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between Aatrox and Azure Feather on the ground.

Cang Yu looked somewhat embarrassed, but his eyes were very serious, showing no sign of lying.

Ah-Zhui knew he was telling the truth.

But she really couldn't figure out what the connection could be between the two.

Just then, Aatrox on the ground spoke again, his voice rough, the sarcasm almost overflowing from his sword:

"Aren't you going to lie to her? Tell her how 'normal' and 'innocent' you are? Hahahaha?"

"Coward. You don't even have the courage to admit what flows in your veins; you're only fit to hide behind those wings, a protected maggot!"

"Shut up!"

"Snow leopard, shut up!"