Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: Headbutting Dinosaurs
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Mid-game.
"Alright, just push this lane a bit, then head straight down."
The state of the canyon, where Bronze players had clashed fiercely dozens of times, was an absolute mess.
Only thirty minutes into the game, and deaths were popping up left and right—both teams combined were averaging over one per minute.
"So, what do we do after pushing the lane and heading down?"
Finally, our Bronze viewer pinged the large monster's nest.
It's good to keep initiating skirmishes early on.
You might lose them all.
But endlessly shoving a side lane solo? That's not mid laner material.
"Now plant a Control Ward there, wait for the large monster while hovering, and hold until everyone shows up."
Of course, my prediction went hilariously wrong.
Someone did show up—but the problem was, it wasn't our viewer's team.
The enemy ADC, greedily snagging the bottom jungle monster buff all alone, suddenly shoved their body into the bush where our viewer was hiding. They died on the spot.
"Alright, snag the Dragon now! Group mid and push. Just ignore the enemies and shove."
The enemy top and mid weren't fazed by their ADC's death at all, shoving top and bot lanes respectively, so calling them by pushing mid was the play.
"......Huh?"
The problem? They didn't come. Even when called.
Second tower, mid inhibitor, twin towers.
And finally, the Nexus.
This wasn't about my orders being sharp—it was a straight-up surrender win.
"Hmm... No more Silver or below views from now on."
"How about I just queue up a Solo Queue game instead?"
With that, I wrapped up the chaotic viewer session and started my own Solo Queue.
Tier: Challenger, of course. The top of the top.
With pros scattered throughout, late evenings usually queue quickly.
And sure enough, a match popped almost immediately.
"Ah."
The issue? I got autofilled top.
I checked the chat and immediately typed into team chat without hesitation.
Fluke had apparently started streaming recently, and reactions were already rolling in via video.
"So, real steel, let's duel it out fair and square?"
Heading into the ban/pick screen.
I slammed down a duelist champ first pick, no hesitation.
"He won't ban this, right?"
I'm ready.
"Ah, seriously, Fluke..."
Even in Solo Queue, picking on a teammate like this? Uncalled for.
Next time you chase fun in a game, I'll spin you right back.
I gritted my teeth with that vow.
Ban/pick wrapped up.
Game start.
"You can't even dodge this in first-person."
No matter how I dodged projectiles in first-person view, the ground zones hit without fail.
As we both farmed minions sweatily, support came to visit top.
Why support was up top? Bot lane deaths told the tale.
Everyone expected a bloody top or mid duel to decide it, but reality loves random blowouts.
"No way their ADC is already at two cores?"
Just past fifteen minutes. Is this real?
Proud poked bot once but barely held second tower, returned at half HP.
And top? Well.
Once top gets caught out, it's lunch for enemy laners and junglers, as always.
Staring at the black-and-white screen again, all I could do was tremble.
But amid it all, Proud, who had been barely hanging on, finally clutched one.
The 1000-gold Execute on their ADC went to Proud.
"They say if the game goes south, you grab Proud's leg and hold on."
After that, I focused on two things: shoving lane and following Fluke.
Minimize his teamfight impact, poke subtly, slow his stack building.
As Proud ate the Execute gold, recovered, and started overwhelming Phillydog, balance returned and game time stretched.
Then, as the enemies—who already had three Dragons—went for their fourth and dashed bot for the large monster buff...
"...Huh?"
Fluke suddenly Teleported bot and joined the teamfight.
And at the same time...
Proud's sniper ping.
Target: Nexus.
"Hmm. For this game, shall we trust the team for once on this bottom skirmish?"
I ignored the chat, popped Demolish, and shoved towers hard.
Second tower, inhibitor tower, top inhibitor, twin towers.
Proud's aggro ping-pong and my intentional stall lost the fight but delayed their return—and bought me time to shove.
Boom!
One twin.
And two.
Only Nexus left.
I alternated first- and third-person, auto-attacking with empowered basics.
"Phew."
And so.
Without vision dropping low, the Nexus in front of me exploded.
"Hey now. That was mindless before, but now..."
Hmm.
Not much different, maybe.
After pondering briefly, I switched topics.
"I'll be right back, heading out for a sec."
"Yeah. I'm really logging off."
I stood up and bolted downstairs.