Monster Released in League 3

Excessive shock can drive a person insane.

Right now, that was exactly what was happening.

The caster, who was usually the epitome of professionalism, had turned into a parrot that could only repeat Park Su-bin!! The commentator, who normally hyped up the broadcast, suddenly seemed to have gone blank as if his brain had been bleached, stuttering helplessly.

The massive object known as the Hydra applied a buff that burned away an opponent’s magic power every time it landed an attack.

Since such large-scale objects exerted a decisive influence on the battlefield, securing them was essential for victory.

That was why, in this place where 5v5 team fights broke out most frequently during matches, Park Su-bin had shown a reaction that bordered on miraculous.

All of that had happened in less than two seconds.

It flashed by so quickly it was hard to follow with the naked eye.

It was a mad movie-level play that would follow Park Su-bin like a tag for the rest of his life. Even the fans were left speechless.

Before the match, Park Su-bin had been evaluated as having a clear weakness. Even his own fans had been praying, Please, just go even. I won’t ask for much. T_T

Yet Park Su-bin was scolding them with his play.

You didn’t believe in me enough.

But no matter how shocked the people outside were, it couldn’t compare to those who had faced him in person.

Because what they saw on the field wasn’t mere surprise—it was pure terror.

“……”

“Fuck……”

“Haha… the curses are just… coming out.”

They had poured everything into it. They had squeezed out every last drop of strength and collided head-on.

They had thrown away even their final shred of pride, thinking Even if we lose, we’re taking that bastard down with us. All five of them had swarmed him, yet the result was failure. They couldn’t even land a single meaningful hit.

Was this how medieval soldiers felt when they faced a tank?

It wasn’t an initiation. It wasn’t even a counter. It was simply the proposition of blocking being rammed down their throats with brute force.

And this shock was no different for Mir Guild’s raid team.

“Whoa, look at him. He’s gone crazy. His tanking is better than yours.”

“Shut up.”

“Kek, so sensitive. Tsk! Anyway, our youngest really is a scary kid. We’ll have to treat him well from now on.”

Park Jeong-seok, who had been limping early on, bit his lip hard at the sight of Park Su-bin playing like a tank far superior to any actual tank. Even Lee Hye-jung, who had been giggling, stared at the youngest who had already surged far ahead with complicated eyes.

And then.

“Looks like the kid really is the one.”

The two letters written on Park Su-bin’s page in the manual.

W.C.

World Class.

“This season is going to be fun too.”

Kim Jong-pil stepped forward, his white robes fluttering behind him.

Behind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠him stretched a field that had been turned into a complete wasteland.

“What? Are you kidding me?! If you people dismiss Mir Guild’s victory as just one win, I’m going to call that a brain-dead take right this second!”

Mir Guild’s first competitive victory, achieved with an unprecedented record that had written new legends in League 4, drew explosive attention.

Even though it was a League 3 match, it received so much airtime that a major broadcast analysis channel dedicated an entire segment ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to it.

“Whoa, Cho-rong is going hard today.”

“She’s at it again.”

“Don’t you all think you’re being unprofessional?!”

“Haha, please calm down and explain in detail. Why exactly is this one win by Mir Guild so special?”

“Gladly.”

At the host’s polite request, Lim Cho-rong—former League 1 Hunter and current professional analyst—stepped forward. She moved the magnets on the map and began her analysis.

“In this first round of the promotion league, Mir Guild showed an incredibly high-level sideline operation that you wouldn’t expect from a promoted team. Like this. They left Park Jeong-seok alone on one side and had the other four occupy the opposite field, securing objects and all kinds of advantages. Just look at the object team fight timing. Isn’t it art?”

“Hmm… from what I saw, it looked like they just couldn’t handle the macro so they forced a bad fight.”

“That’s exactly what makes it art! It means Mountain King accurately understands the limits of his teammates!”

Calm operation unbecoming of a promoted team.

Object timing measured to perfection.

And an ironclad team fight.

As Lim Cho-rong moved the magnets around and analyzed the movements, the other analysts chuckled.

Here we go again.

Lim Cho-rong’s worship of her master, Mountain King, was famous.

In fact, she had even harshly criticized Kirin Guild after they lost to a Chinese guild and were eliminated from the Asia League, saying, Without Mountain King, Kirin’s limit is winning their domestic league.

“However, no matter how excellent the command is, it’s useless if there’s no one to execute it. In that sense, unfortunately, Mountain King has never had a proper weapon until now.”

“But finally, a weapon has appeared. Park Su-bin!”

The match footage played.

It showed Park Su-bin manipulating thirty-nine orbs during a 5v5 team fight, nullifying every single enemy attack.

“Not only did he single-handedly hold mid firmly despite the rookie controversy, he even intervened in other lanes to secure the first set victory. The second set was even more astonishing. He rode the orbs he created himself to maximize early lane intervention. The third set was a complete gift set. Laning, ganking, initiation, and even deflecting the opponent’s initiation to steal tempo—everything was perfect.”

“You call that a shield? No. That’s not just a shield. That’s a fortress. An absolutely insane fortress.”

An all-weather mobile fortress that possessed both the defensive power a tank should have and the speed a mid laner should have.

Why was this one win so special?

“Because if you can’t break through that fortress, you cannot take a victory from Mir Guild.”

“……”

“……”

For once, both panelists nodded in agreement.

If you looked closely, there were plenty of holes. The rookie controversy, lane management—there were quite a few embarrassing mistakes that fell short of perfection.

Yet one person offset all those problems. That guy, Park Su-bin.

“I believe Mir Guild is sending a warning.”

Lim Cho-rong wrote two words in large letters.

Legend.

“We’re going to write another legend this time, even in League 3, so try and stop us if you can.”

Lee Shin had released a monster into League 3!!

After Mir Guild’s shocking first match ended, League 3 was thrown into a state of emergency.

It had been like this before, but League 3 was on a completely different level from League 4.

League 3, which featured direct competitive matches where teams crossed swords with their opponents, was fundamentally sensitive to other guilds’ power levels.

For the next several days, the other thirty-nine guilds in League 3—excluding Mir Guild—analyzed Park Su-bin’s footage as if they had made a pact. They were desperately trying to find any weakness.

It wasn’t simple blocking. It was pinpoint-accurate defense using shields.

The spectators watching the league had simply enjoyed the flashy visuals, but what left the experts in shock was the absurd defensive power and efficiency.

The conclusion they reached was:

There’s no way to deal with that…??

The guilds that had already found even Mountain King alone to be overwhelming were thrown into panic by the sudden appearance of this new monster.

They all squeezed their eyes shut like they were watching a horror movie when they saw Choi Chang-hyun’s signature technique, Ice White Flower, being literally eaten. The mad-movie-level 5v5 team fight uploaded under the title Is this the 17-year-old monster of League 3? made people sigh, He’s not a second-year. He can’t be.

Among them, the guilds that would soon have to face Mir Guild fell into complete mourning.

Previous season 30th place.

“Raid Leader……”

“We can’t break through him.”

“Not even if you step up, Captain?”

“Director, you don’t like me very much, do you?”

“Sigh… Do we have to give up……”

Previous season 15th place.

“Mir Guild’s current weakness is the synergy between top and jungle. We need to target that area and collapse their upper half first.”

“Then what about mid? What do we do about that monster?”

“Draw out that T!”

“Aaaaaack!!”

And previous season 4th place.

“There is definitely a strategy, but……”

“Just say it clearly. Stop being so frustrating.”

“……Our guild’s hunters cannot deal with Park Su-bin. If mid holds firm, it becomes a long game. Once it enters the macro phase, there is no way to stop Mountain King.”

“Hey, Power Analysis Team Leader. We finished 4th last year. We’re one of the top teams in League 3! And you’re saying we can’t beat him? Doesn’t that mean most teams can’t either?”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. Unless we immediately recruit a top-tier mid laner from League 2, we cannot beat Mir Guild.”

“This is insane…… Where the hell did they find a monster like that?”

It was pure praise.

However, the person actually receiving all this praise(?) from every guild was not in a particularly good mood.

No, to be precise, he was not pleased with Lee Shin.

“This won’t do. We need to replace the carry.”

On the highway.

Chae Dong-ha was scolding Lee Shin.

“Seriously, Director, please stop. Is there something wrong with your character? Who says ‘We need to replace the carry’ at the victory after-party?!”

“Hyung, do you know what our guild’s real ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠problem is right now?”

“No, that’s not the issue here.”

“Then what is the issue?”

“Haa…… Who exactly am I talking to?”

If Lee Shin cared about such moral things, he wouldn’t be Lee Shin. He said what he wanted to say. That was just how he was. Nod.

“Mistakes stemming from lack of experience, passive macro that can’t be helped, aggro, lane management, the flow of the rift—everything’s a mess. In reality, most small-scale skirmishes without Bokchi and Mountain King ended in losses.”

“That’s something that’s been mentioned a lot. Of course, since our guild lacks experience……”

“No, no! If it was just a simple lack of experience, I wouldn’t even mention it. Experience naturally builds as you pile up wins anyway.”

“Then……?”

“Lack of damage. That is our guild’s absolute problem right now.”

“……??!!”

Because there was no damage, enemies charged in.

Because there was no damage, they lost small-scale skirmishes.

The reason they were passive was also damage, damage, damage! It was all because of damage.

That was why this orator raised his voice and shouted!

We need a carry! A fast and ridiculously strong carry!!

“If you get excited and just enjoy success when it comes, you’re third-rate. If you calmly reflect on the path that led to success, you’re second-rate.”

First-rate, on the other hand.

“When success arrives, you must go out and find the next success.”

The moment Bokchi had stabilized on a safe trajectory, they had to move. In the picture Lee Shin was drawing, Mir Guild was not meant to achieve mere success.

“Let’s go achieve some fucking insane success.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Off to find a carry we go~”