"Damn it! My teammates are a bunch of morons!"
In a cramped room, Alexander's furious shout echoed as he smashed his keyboard to pieces.
Alexander was a reserved guy with a simple routine. After work, he'd fire up League of Legends to kill time. He had sharp skills and great game sense, but the coveted Challenger rank always slipped through his fingers.
Every time he hit a promotion match, he'd get saddled with teammates so clueless they might as well have been brain-dead.
Take the last game, for instance.
Alexander had dominated early, racking up an 8-0 scoreline. Victory felt within reach. But reality had other plans.
In a mid-lane skirmish, he leveraged his gear and skill to take down three enemies, flashing out to safety. It was a 5v2 advantage now, with the enemy's dead players stuck waiting 30 seconds to respawn.
The two survivors cowered in their fountain, too scared to step out. All his team had to do was push, break the towers, and crack the nexus. Challenger was his.
Then fate kicked him in the teeth again.
His four teammates, as if struck by sudden dementia, ignored the towers and chased the enemy support straight into their fountain.
That invincible turret with its brutal damage? It didn't care. The support scored a quadra kill, wiping out Alexander's entire squad.
By the time he realized the mess, it was too late—the enemy had respawned.
"If I could pick my teammates, I'd take a herd of wild boars over these clowns!"
Another critical promotion match lost. Fuming, Alexander let out a primal yell and slammed his fist into the monitor.
The screen shattered, exposing sparking wires. But then, impossibly, it flickered back to life. A swirling vortex spiraled into view—and sucked him right in.
[Congratulations! You are the 3,333,333rd Chosen One]
[Welcome to the Eternal Continent, where you'll carve your legend]
[You are now a Lord. Please select your starting race]
Alexander was floored. He'd landed in another world, his physical body gone, reduced to a floating consciousness. He'd need to choose a race to get a new form. Calming himself, he listened as the system chimed again.
[Please make your choice]
[A: Skeleton Race]
[Description: Build a kingdom of death. With corpses, you can summon skeletons to serve you.]
[B: Dwarf Race]
[Description: Masters of forging and brewing, dwarves will make your city an unbreakable stronghold.]
[C: Beast Race]
[Description: A vast clan of creatures. Command tens of thousands of beasts at your will.]
Alexander couldn't help but smirk. It felt like some cosmic joke—God must've heard his boar comment and decided to roll with it.
After a brief pause, he made his call.
"I'll take C: Beast Race!"
[Please confirm your choice]
[Note: Once selected, your race cannot be changed]
"No changes. C it is!" Alexander shot back.
[Congratulations! You are now a Beast Lord]
[You have a 72-hour newbie protection period, during which no enemies can invade]
[Build your city quickly. If it falls, you perish with it]
Alexander blinked and found himself in a dense forest, surrounded by towering trees. He glanced down at his new body—covered in thick fur.
"What the hell?"
He bolted to a nearby stream. Peering into the water, he saw his reflection: a werewolf-like figure stared back. But unlike the hulking, muscular werewolves of legend, he was scrawny and weak-looking.
As he took stock of his frail frame, a surge of energy ripped through the forest. The stream and trees vanished in an instant, leaving a flat clearing.
A modest castle materialized—about the size of Vatican City. Inside, there was nothing but a crystal that looked suspiciously like a League of Legends nexus.
[Congratulations! You've claimed your new territory]
[Opening newbie gift pack]
[You've received: Timber x1000]
[You've received: Stone x1000]
[You've received: Wheat x500]
[You've received: Pork x10]
[You've received: Summoning Points x10]
[You've received: Evolution Points x5]
A gift pack? Alexander hadn't expected that. Spotting the summoning points, he connected the dots to the crystal.
"Maybe I can summon stuff with that thing."
He approached the crystal and placed his hand on it. The system's voice rang out.
[Would you like to spend 10 Summoning Points to summon? Current Crystal Level: Lv1]
Without hesitation, he spent the points. A dazzling flash later, 10 tiny chicks appeared.
"These count as beasts?!"
Alexander groaned. At Lv1, all he got were these frail, freshly hatched chicks—useless in a fight.
"What now? If this is all I've got, I'm toast the second the protection period ends."
Then he remembered the 5 evolution points. Could they turn these chicks into something useful? How far could they go?
"No better ideas. Might as well try."
He settled on a plan and beckoned the nearest chick with a finger. It toddled over obediently, rubbing against his leg.
Alexander gently touched it, then activated an evolution point.
[Ding! Would you like to spend 1 Evolution Point to evolve your Lv1 Chick?]
[Evolve!]
A white light flared, and the chick grew noticeably larger.
[Congratulations! You've obtained 1 Adult Hen]
[Adult Hen]
Race: Beast
Strength: 1
Defense: 1
Speed: 2
HP: 50
MP: 2
Skill: Egg-Laying
Description: Your minion's all grown up! Every 6 hours, this adult hen lays an egg. Eggs provide extra resources for your city or can be traded with other players in the Eternal Shop.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck…"
Right on cue, the hen laid an egg.