Tenebroum - Chapter 114: Wheat from the Chaff

Ye Che died, and then revived. 【True Guide+Champion Body+Bloodline+Profound Essence】

He’s a bit clueless, but in fact, he’s arrived 700 years after the day of the S7 quarter finals. Quietly, as though abandoned by that century.

But luckily, Earth 700 years later actually still has League of Legends.

When one day playing League of Legends becomes linked with survival, when ranking badges will manifest in reality and strengthen your body, when the path of evolution of all of humanity is unlocked because of League of Legends, when everybody is painfully struggling and suffering for victory, Ye Che, arrives in this year like a bug.

- Description from Novelupdates

When he woke up, Rono traveled to the world of pirates.

I thought I could live happily and peacefully.

But the appearance of Tianlong people broke this situation!

Rono, watching his parents being shot to death by Tianlong people!

Under extreme anger, Rono awakened the system and vowed to kill all the Tianlong people!

From then on, a [Extremely Evil One] who specialized in hunting Tianlong people was born!

Wherever Rono went, the Tianlong people shivered!

Admiral?

Two more and I will kill all of you rubbish!

Karp: The Evil One?

He is a monster created by the Tianlong people, and one day the Tianlong people will pay for it!

Roger: 【One Piece】?

Compared with [The Evil One], it’s nothing but a cloud!

Whitebeard: [The strongest man in the world]?

No, no, Rono is the strongest!

Rocks: In terms of killing Tianlong people, Rono is the first, I am second, everyone else is garbage!

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I transmigrated into the gacha game I abandoned for 10 years.But, the state of the heroes I raised is strange.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.