LPL History

Chapter 276 (S4 Completed) Zhou Lang Returns Home in Glory After Breaking Han Jing, Locking Up the Tiger Tally to Usher in a New Chapter
Amidst countless controversies, the 2014 League of Legends World Championship finally came to a close.

After the match, the Koreans surrounded the entire Sangam Gymnasium, demanding that Jury apologize to the Koreans who had been hurt.

In response, Zhou Li stated directly—

"I know I was wrong, but I'll do it again next time."

Zhou Li's attitude infuriated the Koreans, but all they could do was rage helplessly.

We can't really call in the US military to blow up the Upper Rock Stadium.

The day after the match, the entire WE team returned to China.

The entire Shanghai airport was completely packed with enthusiastic fans, making it even more difficult for them to move than when they were in South Korea.

Even after returning to the base, it was already packed with fans, so the fans had to clear a path for the players to enter the base.

Feeling the fans' fervent enthusiasm, Flandre chuckled and touched her face.

"Holy crap, I feel like I'm dreaming. I'm really a big star?"

Sima the Old Thief coldly retorted:
"Stop flattering yourself. Didn't you see that all those female fans came for Brother Zhou?"

Xiao Ming also said with a grin:
"It feels like they all want to tear Brother Zhou apart and each of them take a piece."

Khan, on the other hand, seemed a little sour.

"Exactly, where are your fans, Saint Gun Bro?"

Upon hearing Khan's words, Holy Gun chuckled.

"Oh dear, some people are jealous. What a pity. He played as a starter for the entire summer season, but didn't get to play a single game in the finals. What a shame."

When Holy Gunner mentioned this, Khan immediately lost his composure.

"Ashiba Fulando! Oh oh oh oh eh eh eh ah ah ah!"

"Oh no, it's rabies again."

Zhu Kai grabbed the mad Khan and said:

"Calm down, my monkey! Brother Zhou is only doing this to protect you. He always acts like this. If you, a Korean, were to play, you'd really be stripped of your citizenship!"

Zhu Kai's attempts to comfort him clearly had no effect; the Khan was still waving his arms and shouting:

"Who says I'm Korean! I'm a Chinese Korean!"

Zhou Li watched the noisy crowd quietly, but a sense of loss welled up in his heart.

The progress of unlocking the Records of the Grand Historian has reached 101%.

Yes, this time the unlocking progress even exceeded the target by a little.

According to the system's explanation, it was because Zhou Li exceeded expectations this time. He not only unlocked all the tasks and won the global championship, but also dealt a huge blow to Korean e-sports, causing them to never recover.

This also means that he will soon be heading to the next instance.

Looking at the group of young contestants who were only sixteen or seventeen years old, Zhou Li suddenly felt a little reluctant to part with them.

Yes, he misses Eun-jung and Hyun-kyung.

Because of the huge uproar caused by Zhou Li this time, in order to avoid the limelight, Zhou Li did not allow Eun-jung and Hyun-kyung to return with him.

"Maybe we should cut back next year..."

Zhou Li couldn't help but sigh.

"Alright, that's pretty much the end of this year's competition. I'm giving you guys a two-week break. Go home and show off your skills."

"Haha, thank you, Brother Zhou!"

"Brother Zhou is all smooth!"

Everyone was all smiles as they left the training room to pack their bags.

Having just won the World Championship, they can truly say they've returned home in triumph.

If these guys knew how to show off, they could sit down at their internet cafe, order a bowl of green pepper and shredded pork rice, and everyone else would devour the last grains of rice.

Then it will become someone else's bragging rights:

"I remember a few years ago, I met Saint Gun Bro at an internet cafe. He ordered a bowl of green pepper and shredded pork rice. He didn't finish it, but I ate a couple of bites. That was the best green pepper and shredded pork rice I've ever had."

Zhou Li slumped onto the sofa and sighed:
"Sigh, I hope everyone can have a bright future."

According to his understanding, after he leaves, the Records of the Grand Historian should help him generate a substitute to continue existing in this instance dimension.

The Records of the Grand Historian also stated that once he had collected all of the Records of the Grand Historian, the Records of the Grand Historian would integrate all the timelines into one timeline and automatically fix various bugs.

In fact, now that Zhou Li has come this far, his initial desire to return to his original world has long been forgotten.

He doesn't have any masochistic tendencies and doesn't want to go back to his original world to be a beast of burden.

Now he actually wants to speedrun the dungeon and reach the final ending as soon as possible.

"I wonder what challenges S5 will face."

Zhou Li muttered to himself.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou, as long as you're here, there's nothing in this world that's difficult."

The sudden sound startled Zhou Li.

He turned his head and saw that Zhu Kai was still in the training room.

"You scared the hell out of me! What are you still doing here? Aren't you going home?"

Zhu Kai walked over with a grin and started massaging Zhou Li's shoulders.

"Why would I go home? How many people even know me? Zhou, wherever you are is my home."

Zhou Li got goosebumps all over his body. He suddenly shook off Zhu Kai's hand, feeling surprised.

Damn it, does this little Zhu really want to be the leading lady?!

"Get out! Get out of here right now! I feel disgusted just looking at you!"

Zhu Kai ran towards the door with a grin, not forgetting to say before leaving:

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou, no matter where you go or what you do, I, Xiao Zhu, will follow you!"

Zhu Kai never expected that his words would make Zhou Li determined never to give that kid another chance.

Xiao Zhu's appearance rate is just too high.

There was nothing he could do; Zhou Li was just that kind of person who was fickle and easily bored.

Lately, I've started to feel nauseous just looking at Zhu Kai's face.

That afternoon, everyone from WE.A packed their bags and left the base.

Soon, Zhou Li was the only one left in the base. Zhou Li sat on the sofa and opened the Records of the Grand Historian.

Before this, he felt like he was always being pushed along by tasks.

Whether it's Season 2 or Season 3, you inexplicably find yourself in the next dungeon.

This time, he decided to make proper preparations and mental preparation, at least to review his glorious achievements so that he wouldn't feel too disappointed when he entered the next dungeon penniless.

The Records of the Grand Historian had begun to tremble restlessly, and Zhou Li knew that this was a signal that the Records of the Grand Historian was about to be completed.

Once the Records of the Grand Historian is sealed, a new Records of the Grand Historian will be opened, and he will have to leave this place.

The Zhou Dynasty's rituals gently turned the first page of the S4 century.

Chapter 1: The Era Reopens, Cold Edges Hidden, Green and Yellow Separate the Old and New Generations.

Zhou Li's soul transmigrates into the body of WE.A's jungler, only to find Sima Yi, the old fox, unwashed for three months and reeking of foul odor. He observes his original self's laziness in training and lack of focus on battle, while team leader Xiao Shou is already plotting a replacement. Reading the *Records of the Grand Historian*, he learns of the S4 crisis: Samsung's twin stars shine brightly, and the LPL is facing a talent gap. Just then, at the All-Star tournament, OMG suffers a crushing defeat against SKT. Zhou Li defies the crowd by predicting a "50/50" outcome, incurring ridicule from his fans (59e).

Chapter 5: The youth training camp tramples mountains and rivers, Sima returns home to wash away his past transgressions.

Zhou Li took charge of WE.A, his spear gleaming cold, Sima's face frosty. WE.A won the secondary league and was promoted to the LPL, but internal conflicts became increasingly apparent. Zhou Li punished them by relegating them to WE; Shan Ni Ruo farmed pigs in the jungle; Conan broke his wrist while using the toilet; Lao Zei resigned and fled to the General's Mansion at night, seeking redress with fruit baskets and cigarettes. Finally, Sima repented and proved his worth through a tearful night training session.

Chapter Eleven: The Loyal Minister Gathers His Old Troops, and the Holy Hammer Shatters the Golden Body.

EDG's decline is irreversible; Abu's breast cancer is mocked. Mingkai and Curly secretly meet with Zhu Kai, while Weixiao and Strawberry surrender. Jiangdong Zhou Yu cleverly uses a "resurrection technique," and the old WE team reunites under a new banner. UZI, watching the live stream, exclaims, "Even a fragment of your generalship is a hundred times better than yours!"
Chapter Twenty: Buddha's Light Feet Break the Three Star Formation, Holy Order Returns to the City and Shatters the Bubble Altar.

The global showdown in Seoul, Koreans burn coupons and petition the Blue House. Zhou Li, the Blind Monk, descends from the heavens, a flying kick slamming through three stars and four generals, Sima Yi's sneak attack cleansing up the mess. The crystal shatters, the gong sounds, five generals return to base to vent their anger, Mata, filled with shame and indignation, threatens to throw himself at the monitor. At the awards ceremony, Buddha's light shines on Hanbok, and the kimchi jars are filled with chanting of scriptures from the holy monks of the East.

The Records of the Grand Historian slowly closed, gleaming with golden light.

Zhou Li saw that the S4 historical records were consistent with the previous S2 and S3 historical records, and then the three were combined into one book!
And the cover of that historical record no longer read "S" or "which number," but instead became "LPL Historical Records (Ancient Times)."

"Ancient times?"

Zhou Li muttered to himself.

So the three years from S2 to S4 can be considered the ancient era, and the following S5 is the modern era.
Zhou Li's guess was correct.

When the new historical records appeared, the words "modern times" were prominently displayed on them.

The Zhou Dynasty's rites slowly turned the pages of history, revealing the following inscription on the title page:

Zhou Li was a man whose brilliance was intertwined with the three luminaries.

To save the ancient times from ruin and restore the virtuous rule of Emperor Sui:
S2 Starship breaks through the fog, S3 Dragon Cauldron returns to court, S4 The torch is passed down through generations.

With the three crowns won, one should wield the sword of Xuanyuan to usher in the modern era.

However! During the S5 years, demons and monsters ran rampant:
Samsung's ten subsidiaries aided China, and the Korean wave subsequently swept across the Central Plains.

In the past, WE defeated the Korean team at IEM and won the championship; EDG, with the help of Napman and Pilot, defeated SKT at MSI and won the championship.

LPL players became arrogant, with LGD, known for their optimism, seemingly dominating the competition. Before even reaching the finals, they showcased their skills on screen, mimicking the style of Tianya Mingyue Dao (a popular Chinese mobile game), but ultimately failed to advance beyond the group stage. IG, too, failed to achieve their goal and was unable to enter the top eight.

EDG, on whom everyone placed their hopes, suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of FNC, collapsing overnight due to their chronic tendency to crumble.

Compared to previous years, this battle was even more devastating, leaving spectators utterly disheartened.

The actions of these various groups resembled those of actors, only making them a laughingstock to those with knowledge.

Upon reading the contents of the Records of the Grand Historian, Zhou Li recalled the year S5, when LPL truly looked like a clown.

He turned to the title page, but the next passage almost broke his composure!

[Ten days until the S5 dungeon opens.]

[Note: Ancient historical records and modern historical records are different. You will not be able to inherit the abilities and assets acquired in ancient times.]

[Note: Because you exceeded the requirements for completing the S4 Historical Records content, a reward has been triggered, allowing you to inherit one ability from the ancient era.]

Looking at the last two lines, Zhou Li gritted his teeth in anger.

Whether it's S3 or S4, he can inherit three abilities.

As a result, he can only inherit one ability now, and it's become a reward, making it seem like he has to thank the other party.

But what Zhou Li found most unacceptable was that the idiot system had actually taken away all his assets.

Although these assets will be preserved and will eventually return to you after you complete the game, it's essentially a fixed-term deposit.

However, without money, in the LPL where capital is rampant in S5, Zhou Li can no longer acquire a club and become his own boss as before.

This will undoubtedly make it much more difficult for him to pass the level.

However, Zhou Li was not too worried.

In S5, although LPL became extremely arrogant and turned into a clown, in the final analysis, you need to have the capital to be arrogant, right?

It is undeniable that the LPL was indeed quite strong that year.

Of course, this refers to before the World Championship.

As for why they performed so poorly at the World Championship, the main reason was the version change at that time, and the LPL teams were overconfident and did not adapt to the new version at all.

So from another perspective, the players' individual abilities are absolutely not in question.

Unlike in the early days, the LPL is lagging behind in every aspect, from the game version to the individual abilities of the players.

In that case, he might not need to rely on personal heroism to drag the team forward as he did before.

There might be an easier way to do it.

In Zhou Li's vision, the best way to start S5 would be to send him to LGD as a coach, which would make the subsequent work much easier.

Thinking about all this, Zhou Li felt a little better.

So he picked up his phone and immediately booked a flight to South Korea.

He only has ten days left.

He decided to lock these ten days on the woman's belly.

November 1st, sunny. The smoke of war had barely cleared when I sailed east from Shanghai. The clamor of the Koreans still echoed in my ears, yet my heart had already soared across the Han River. Eun-jung and Hyun-kyung awaited me at my private residence, their eyes brimming with tears in the dappled lamplight. Holding hands, we gazed at each other, as if from another world. Eun-jung delicately prepared a soup, while Hyun-kyung served wine. The wine was sweet and warm, penetrating to my very core, instantly dispelling all my weariness of the past ten days. The raucous barking of the Koreans seemed like the whispering wind outside the window, no longer audible.

November 2nd, sunny. Doors closed, no visitors allowed; the hustle and bustle of the city lies beyond the walls. Hyun-kyung dances in the courtyard, her slender waist swaying gracefully, like a startled swan; Eun-jung plays the zither under the eaves, the seven strings resonating, cleansing the heart of worldly cares. I lean against my couch watching, all the tension of battle vanishing, feeling as if I had transformed into a feather, drifting beyond the world. If the Koreans heard of this, they would be furious.

November 3rd, sunny. Shopping in the market, I discreetly went about my business. Xianjing dressed herself, while Enjing chose her clothes. A merchant recognized me and exclaimed in surprise. The two beautiful women smiled charmingly and quickly pulled me away, blending into the crowd. We managed to escape, exchanging knowing smiles. On the way home, I bought several pears, which I ate in the courtyard. They were as sweet as honey, but nothing could compare to the sweetness of their smiling faces beside me.

November 7th, rain. Time flies, four days have passed in a flash. During the day, we play chess and drink tea, or discuss paintings and appreciate incense. Eun-jung discusses ancient and modern affairs, often offering insightful remarks; Hyun-kyung applies makeup, occasionally painting a flower on my cheek, which we laugh about. At night, we sit by the fireplace, chatting quietly. The battles, the Blue House's anger, the airport's commotion—all seem like fleeting clouds. Only the two beauties' eyes, sparkling with the embers of the fireplace, illuminate my heart. This tenderness surpasses even the glory of a victorious army.

November 8th, clear. A private boat drifts on the Han River at night. The moon rises over the cold river, the waves shimmer with stars. Enjing leans against the gunwale and sings, her voice stopping the clouds in their tracks; Xianjing warms wine in a jade pot. As they drink, pointing to a star in the sky, they exclaim, "That is the 'General Star of Zhou Rites,' shining brightly throughout the universe!" They look at each other and laugh, gazing up at the moonlit moon reflected in their cups. Frost and dew dampen their clothes, yet they feel no cold; their tender feelings are more beautiful than spring on the river.

[November 9th, rain. Joyful days seem too short. That night, gazing at the stars in the courtyard, my heart suddenly darkens. I know the ten-day appointment will soon be over. My new journey is without funds, my old skills are unsustainable, and the future is uncertain, like a fog shrouding a heavy gate. The shadow between my brows is noticed by Xianjing, who places her soft hand in his palm and says, "Your ambition reaches the heavens; where is there no path?" Enjing also trims the candle and adds incense, saying, "My heart is like the moon, forever shining on your saddle." Yet, the sorrow of parting has already arisen, like a cocoon binding me.]

November 10th, rain. Parting was inevitable. Before departure, I gave her many instructions; Eun-jung entrusted her with a jade hairpin, and Hyun-kyung kept a sachet close to her heart. Looking back as I boarded the plane, the two women stood alone in the autumn wind, their sleeves damp with dew; I couldn't bear to look at them. In the cabin, I opened the *Records of the Grand Historian*, and upon seeing phrases like "demons and monsters roam freely" and "the Korean tide sweeping across," my ambition was rekindled. Touching the jade hairpin and sachet, I sighed deeply: "Is the land of gentle pleasures a hero's grave? No! It is a whetstone for sharpening the sword!" These ten days of tenderness, like fuel adding fuel to a raging fire, were enough to shatter the ice of the S5!

[The secondary realm is on the verge of collapse. Host, please migrate to the new world immediately.]

(End of this chapter)