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

This is not a competition at all.

This was a brutal, one-sided massacre, a horrific and utterly devastating attack!

The numbers on the scoreboard jumped rapidly.

Each flash was accompanied by the desperate screams of the American players and the trembling of the rim.

78: 60.

78: 72.

The score has been reversed!

Midorima's long-range three-pointer once again fell into the net like a precision-guided missile.

78: 85.

The gap is widening at a despairing rate.

The American players' legs went weak, and some couldn't even hold the ball properly.

Akashi Seijuro stood in the center circle, looking down at the black captain kneeling and panting.

"Basketball is not a game that can be won by physical strength alone."

"Your struggles are meaningless in the face of absolute power."

On the sidelines, Lin Nansheng finished the last puff of his cigar and stubbed it out.

He stood up and straightened his sharp suit.

My gaze pierced through the stadium doors, and I seemed to see that figure far away in the Shohoku locker room.

"Kid, this is to give your graduation ceremony a little push."

"I've even pulled out all my cards."

Lin Nansheng burst out laughing, his laughter bordering on madness.

"Let me see tomorrow."

"Can you withstand the miracles I create with my money?!"

……

"Hahaha!"

"That Sendoh kid, he must have peed his pants in fear last night!"

"Today, this genius will use an even more perfect dunk to completely smash the 'Avengers' defense!"

Early in the morning.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's loud voice echoed back and forth in the hotel corridor.

He was waving his arms wildly.

He looked as if he already had the MVP trophy in his hands.

Rukawa Kaede, with his messy, bird's nest-like hair, pushed open the door.

His eyelids were half-drooping, his face full of morning grumpiness, and he coldly uttered two words: "Idiot, shut up."

"You damned fox!"

"Are you jealous of my irresistible charm?" Sakuragi immediately bristled.

He suddenly rushed forward and directly confronted Rukawa Kaede.

"You're too noisy, you're disturbing my sleep."

Rukawa Kaede yawned and retorted without any politeness.

The two started fighting right there in the hallway.

The commotion was so great that the doors to the other rooms opened one after another.

Ryota Miyagi and Hisashi Mitsui, sporting dark circles under their eyes, peeked out, grumbling.

……

At this moment, in the room at the end of the corridor.

Lin Bei listened to the commotion outside and sighed helplessly.

He had just finished washing up and was drying his hair with a towel.

A sudden, ear-piercing electrical sound erupted from the depths of my mind.

"Sizzle—"

The system, which had been stuck all night, finally restarted successfully.

Lin Bei hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath.

A glaring, blood-red warning box popped up directly on my retina.

The entire field of vision was completely dominated by red light, as if the highest level of air raid siren was sounding.

【warn!warn! 】

The system's cold, mechanical voice pounded in my mind, filling me with an overwhelming sense of urgency:

[Intrusion detected by a key figure from the future timeline!]

[Ultimate Hidden Mission Forced to Trigger: Defeat the 'Generation of Miracles'!]

Lin Bei's hand movements froze.

The towel fell to the floor with a "thud".

He stared intently at the mission panel.

Several dark gold names were flashing on it.

Akashi Seijuro.

Aomine Daiki.

Atsushi Murasakibara.

Shintaro Midorima.

Ryota Kise.

Tetsuya Kuroko.

Lin Bei's eyes twitched violently.

A million grass mud horses galloped through my mind.

He cursed inwardly, "Holy crap! The Generation of Miracles?"

"Is this some kind of Slam Dunk world?!"

"What the hell is going on? A time-space distortion?"

He took several deep breaths to calm his wildly beating heart.

He has been rampaging through this world by loading templates of these monsters.

They single-handedly propelled Shohoku to the throne of the national championship.

Now look what's happened, all the main characters have come to cause trouble?

"What's this?"

"Piracy versus legitimate products?"

"Is this a case of a fake meeting a living Yama?" Lin Bei wondered to himself.

The system's blood-red warning is still flooding the screen:

[The enemy's strength has surpassed the current dimension of this world. Host, please prepare for the highest level of combat!]

……

One hour later.

The entire Shohoku team boarded the bus to the stadium.

But when the bus approached the super-sized dome stadium where the special event was being held...

The relaxed, bickering atmosphere inside the carriage vanished completely.

Instead, there was a deathly silence.

"What... what's going on?"

Ryota Miyagi leaned against the car window, swallowed hard, and his voice trembled.

Outside the car window, it looked like a scene from a large-scale Hollywood disaster movie.

Or rather, it was an unprecedented carnival.

The sheer number of people outside the stadium is hardly enough to describe the fervor.

The square outside the dome was almost completely filled with densely packed fans and spectators holding banners.

Five helicopters, each bearing the logo of a different television station, were circling and roaring in the sky.

The enormous noise from the propellers couldn't be blocked even by bulletproof glass.

"This level of media attention is even ten times greater than yesterday's national finals..." Kogure Kiminobu pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with shock and bewilderment behind the lenses.

Mitsui Hisashi frowned as he looked outside at the fully armed security personnel with cordoned-off areas and the incessant flashing of cameras.

"Who exactly is behind this, pulling the strings?"

"It's just an exhibition match, but this kind of commotion is like the end of the world is coming."

"I guess this is the most an NBA team would do for an exhibition game?"

Takenori Akagi crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Although he was equally shocked, he suppressed his emotions and spoke in a deep voice.

"No matter who our opponents are, we are the national champions!"

"Reveal your champion's spirit and don't let external factors distract you!"

"Remember how we got here!"

……

The Shohoku team had just stepped into the visiting team's locker room.

I immediately felt an extremely oppressive and eerie atmosphere.

There was none of the usual laughter and chatter; Coach Anzai was already seated in front of the tactics board.

He didn't chuckle as usual while holding his teacup.

His thick glasses reflected the stark white light of the locker room, and his expression was extremely grave.

"Coach, what happened?"

Akagi was the first to notice something was wrong and stepped forward to ask in a low voice.

Coach Anzai did not speak immediately.

Instead, he picked up the remote and turned on the large-screen TV on the wall.

"This is the warm-up video of the challengers we will be facing today, which the organizers just released." Coach Anzai's voice was deep and carried an unusual seriousness.

The screen lights up, showing an empty stadium.

The numbers on the scoreboard were glaringly obvious: 148:53.

The team that was beaten to a pulp and collapsed on the floor, panting heavily, was a familiar sight to the members of Shohoku High School.

Mitsui Hisashi gasped, pointing at the screen:

"This is not..."

"That American college champion team that supposedly swept through Japanese high schools?"