Kuroko's Basketball template: the king of slacking off, Shohoku's strongest sixth man.

"Defense! Suppress the tempo!"

Shinichi Maki's roar exploded like a subwoofer hitting your chest, making your eardrums ache.

On the field, Shinichi Maki was enveloped in purple electric light, the absolute domain of an "Emperor".

Under his force field, the other four players from Hainan became like sophisticated AI, their positioning and defensive rotations were so precise that not even a fly could get past them.

"This is...Zone?"

In the stands, Ryota Miyagi gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles white, and cold sweat trickling down his temples.

"That's insane."

"Not only is Maki Shinichi ridiculously strong, but even Ajin and Kiyota's speed has been forcibly increased by a level."

"Hainan now is simply a heartless killing machine."

Mitsui Hisashi bit his thumbnail, his brows furrowed in a tight knot:

"Ryonan is about to collapse."

"Immortals are powerful, but they are not gods after all."

"To cut off this max-level buff shared by the entire team, unless..."

"Unless someone can crash the server and force a disconnect."

Lin Bei's lazy voice chimed in.

He grabbed a handful of popcorn from who-knows-where, tossed it into his mouth, and crunched it with a loud "crunch."

Speak like a human.

Rukawa Kaede turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Lin Bei brushed the crumbs off his hands and gestured with his chin toward the figure on the field who was being suppressed by the purple aura and could not straighten up.

"Everyone who enters the Zone has their own set of 'rules'."

"Shinichi Maki's rule is 'order,' which is a suppression that perfectly integrates individual ability and team discipline like code, forming a logical closed loop."

Lin Bei's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"But what about Akira Sendoh?"

"What kind of beast would this guy, who's always late for fishing and acts like a lazy retiree, unleash once he's let loose?"

"Faced with this suffocating 'order,' should he kneel down and sing 'Conquer,' or...?"

Before he could finish speaking...

On the field, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

……

"Huff... huff..."

Sendoh Akira braced himself on his knees, sweat dripping from his sharp hair and shattering onto the floor.

tired.

My lungs felt like they were stuffed with red-hot coals, and every breath I took smelled of blood.

My field of vision was filled with oppressive purple light.

Shinichi Maki's oppressive aura was pervasive, Soichiro Jin's positioning was as slippery as an eel, and Nobunaga Kiyota's trash talk buzzed in his ears.

"Have you resigned yourself to your fate, Sendoh?"

Shinichi Maki looked down at him, his purple eyes devoid of any emotion, only displaying a cold scrutiny.

"You're a genius, but when it comes to sheer 'weight,' fancy techniques are a joke."

"Ryonan's defenses are already crumbling. Do you think you can hold off five of us all by yourself?"

These words struck like a heavy hammer against the hearts of the Ryonan team members.

Uozumi Jun was panting heavily, his eyes glazed over; Fukuda Kichijo had bitten his gums until they bled, but his legs felt like they were made of lead.

The off-road and grass-planting animals looked pale and could collapse at any moment.

This is the class difference within the Zone.

Maki Shinichi activated a team-wide buff aura, while Ryonan only had Sendoh, who was about to run out of power.

"Oh……"

A very soft laugh suddenly rolled out of Sendoh's throat.

Mu Shenyi's brow twitched.

Sendoh slowly straightened up and casually wiped the sweat from his face.

Those once gentle, warm black eyes now seemed to have been filled with a drop of rich blue ink, which quickly spread and diffused.

A deep blue.

Dead silence.

Like the deep sea that swallows up light.

"Mu, you're too noisy."

Sendoh's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling quality that clearly penetrated everyone's eardrums.

"This kind of 'order' that's filled with the smell of sweat is really greasy."

Sizzle—!

Two beams of dark blue electricity suddenly exploded from the corners of Xian Dao's eyes!

Like two wildly dancing lightning snakes, they instantly tore apart the purple aura that filled the sky!

Zone!

"Here it comes! The show is about to begin!"

"He has figured out his own Zone!"

Lin Bei, sitting upright in the stands, suddenly found his popcorn tasteless.

On the field.

Maki Shinichi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Not right.

The immortal path before me has changed.

If the previous description of the immortal path was a sword with a chipped hilt...

Right now, he is like a fog, a puddle of water, or even... a stream of data that cannot be grasped!

"Playing tricks!"

Maki Shinichi roared, refusing to think, and directly attacked with the ball!

Can't see through?

Then crush him!

Maki Shinichi sped up, transforming into a purple bulldozer as he charged straight at Sendoh's face.

At the same time, Kiyota and Ajin spread out to the left and right, forming a perfect triangular killing formation.

No matter which side the Immortal Path blocks, the other two paths are guaranteed to be deadly!

This is Maki Shinichi's open scheme, there's no way to solve it!

however.

Immortal Dao did not move.

He just stood there casually, not even in a defensive stance, as if he were in a daze.

Just as Maki Shinichi was about to collide with him.

The immortal path moved.

No, to be precise, the frame rate of the entire world slowed down in his eyes.

With a light touch of the toes, the body moves as if boneless, performing a side slide that defies the laws of physics.

It's neither moving backward nor moving sideways.

Instead... it's clipping!

"What?!"

Mu Shenyi's eyes widened in surprise.

He watched helplessly as Sendoh seemed to pass through a curtain of water, "gliding" right through his impenetrable dribbling rhythm!

No collision!

No steal attempt!

He didn't even touch Maki Shinichi's hand!

But in the instant they passed each other, Mu Shenyi's hand suddenly felt light.

Where's the ball?!

He turned around abruptly.

That orange basketball, without anyone noticing, was now lying obediently in Sendoh's hands!

"What?!"

Kiyota Nobunaga screamed, his expression turning distorted.

In that brief moment, no one saw what happened.

Just like...

It's like Maki Shinichi himself passed the ball to Sendoh!

"Is this your Zone?"

Sendoh stood in the center circle with the ball in one hand, a signature smile on his lips, but the blue light in his eyes was chilling.

"I'm sorry, Maki."

"In my background music, your 'order'..."

Sendoh raised his index finger and shook it gently.

"It's full of bugs."

……

"That is..."

"Was there a frame drop just now? Did Maki Shinichi make a dribbling mistake?"

"No! Did the Immortal Dao predict his prediction?"

In the stands, Mitsui Hisashi rubbed his eyes hard, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"It's not just about prediction."

Lin Bei narrowed his eyes, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

It's a fraud.

"Fraud?" Rukawa Kaede frowned.

"right."

Lin Bei pointed to Sendoh on the field, as if he were narrating a magic show.

"Everyone's Zone has core attributes."

"I am 'Destruction,' Mu is 'Domination,' and the core attribute of Immortal Path is 'Illusion.'"

"He used the point guard's God's-eye view, combined with the Zone's extreme reaction, to create an 'illusion' in an instant."

"He implanted a faulty code in Maki Shinichi's brain, making Maki believe that the location was safe."

"This is like..."

Lin Bei paused for a moment, then snapped his fingers.

"Mirage".

"You think it's an oasis, but when you step in, it's a bottomless abyss."

"Zone: Magic Illusion"

"This is the perfect ultimate move for this 'genius magician'."