Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Hextech stared intently at the cheat, which displayed an interface similar to the Howling Abyss map in Hextech ARAM.

Good news, there's a cheat code now.

Bad news: the game is completely grayed out, it seems like there's no internet connection, and no other heroes or minions have appeared, it's like the game is paused.

Good news, the gold coins in the upper right corner show 1375, at least it's not zero.

Bad news: Time has stopped, there are no minions, and there's no way for gold to grow naturally.

Good news, the store interface can be accessed.

Bad news, I can't buy the equipment.

Good news, he should be able to trigger the Hextech Enhancement option (choose one of three).

Three black question mark cards appeared on his screen.

There's also good news.

Above the three question mark cards is written: "[You can obtain three Hextech cards at each level, choose one of them]".

In other words, he doesn't choose Hextech only at level four, but can obtain Hextech at every level.

But the worst news is that his rating is zero.

I can't choose!

In the center of the map, there is only a small, thin figure whose face is not drawn.

Hextech touched the character with his mind, and an information interface appeared immediately.

Hex Horus

[Occupation: Poor]

[Level: 0]

Experience: 0/50

[Status: Weak/Illness/Silence]

[Viability: 7/15]

[Mana Points: 0/0]

Movement Speed: 25

Attack Power: 5

[Spell Power: 0]

[Skill Speed/Shield/Armor/Magic Resistance/Magic Penetration/...Shield Healing Power: 0]

A thin, faceless man with hair covering his face, his art style is completely different from the characters in League of Legends. This character is the protagonist of Hell Invasion. The lack of a face is a feature of the second game, designed to increase the player's sense of immersion.

But none of this matters.

This body's physical condition is too poor.

Not only was it covered in negative status effects, but its health and attack power were less than one-tenth of a minion's.

Now the problem is much bigger.

First, without minions and other heroes, there's no way to level up through Hextech ARAM.

Second, that perverted knight has now injected himself with the meta-Christian matrix. Although Hextech likes to skip plot points, he knows how dangerous this thing is. It is said to be a divine medium that imitates Jesus Christ, but basically only a handful of people can withstand the mutation. Most of the test subjects have mutated into monsters. The protagonist is one of the suitable candidates.

Third, the most fatal problem is the line of small text hanging above the Hextech characters' heads.

Special Status: In the process of mutation (5 minutes remaining)

The five-minute countdown meant that due to the interference of the soul crossing, the original Christ matrix failed to perfectly integrate with this body, and could not achieve the adaptation effect of the chosen protagonist in the plot.

He will most likely, very likely, become that mutated monster covered in tumors and devoid of reason, just now.

That monster is a mini-boss in the early stages of the first chapter of the game.

They are left with only fragmented memories, and when they start a war, they can only repeat two or three roars. Their consciousness and soul have long been completely crushed by the matrix.

Moreover, the mutations become increasingly exaggerated over time, like the bioweapons modified by the virus in Resident Evil, which eventually become monsters without a sense of self.

The invasion of Hell will continue for at least another dozen hours.

Now he only has five minutes left to live.

He looked at the random Hextech panel that was not yet unlocked.

If there is any chance of survival, it lies in these three random runes.

But he's only level one now, so there's no way for him to level up.

However, there is a question mark in the lower left corner of the system.

[Trigger a Hextech Random Quest: Practice your last-hitting skills, kill three training dummies, reward 100 experience points]

[Completion Progress: 0/3]

Wooden stake? Where did you get a wooden stake?

Just then, Sir Frankenstein walked back in, his white gloves stained with fresh blood, clearly having just dealt with the sarcoma mutant.

"The internal organs are completely deformed; there is no usable material." He frowned and instructed his assistant, then turned to look at Hex on the operating table.

"How is he?"

"Subject number 666's vital signs are relatively stable," the assistant replied cautiously.

"The experiment should have been successful."

Frankenstein stared at Hex's face, his fingertip pointing at Hex's pupils, which were beginning to change color, and said coldly, "No."

"He has already begun to mutate."

His tone was clearly disappointed; he had thought it would be a perfect sample, but it turned out to be a waste.

"Shall we get rid of him now?" the assistant asked.

"Take out his internal organs before he completely mutates," Frankenstein said indifferently, showing no concern.

These words ignited the anger that Hextech had been suppressing with tranquilizers.

It wasn't an illusory anger, but a real fire burning from within my internal organs, a scalding heat surging and crashing through my body.

He let out a low growl uncontrollably, his eyes fixed on Frankenstein.

"Let me go!!"

With this roar, Hextech's veins bulged and his skin throbbed, as if something was writhing and swelling wildly inside his body.

Frankenstein looked at his strange appearance and said, "I thought you would succeed, but unfortunately you didn't."

"Scalpel".

The assistant immediately handed over a gleaming scalpel.

Hex struggled frantically, but his limbs were tightly bound to the welded operating table, rendering him unable to move.

Frankenstein ignored his bloodshot eyes and burning skin as the blade gently sliced ​​across his abdomen.

A sharp pain exploded instantly, and blood gushed out, staining the restraints red.

Hex was in excruciating pain, struggling more and more violently, the restraints creaking as they tightened: "Fuck you!"

"I will definitely kill you!"

Frankenstein didn't care at all. He gently opened the wound in his abdomen with his hand, and suddenly raised an eyebrow, revealing a look of surprise.

"It's a systemic mutation, not a localized distortion..."

"It is a sample of special value."

He reached into Hextech's body and grabbed an organ.

Excruciating pain shot through him, and Hex arched his body like a shrimp, the restraints making a snapping sound as if they were about to break.

Frankenstein, cradling a bright red, crystal-like kidney, exclaimed in shock, "Quick, write this down!"

"This organ structure is remarkably similar to the organ structure of Christ in history!"

The assistant nervously reminded him, "Sir, several of the straps are about to come loose."

"It needs to be reinforced..."

In fact, the lab benches in this laboratory were used repeatedly, and the restraint straps had not been replaced for many years, resulting in some tears.

Frankenstein turned and glared at him fiercely: "Coward!"

"No test subject has ever been able to break free of the restraints."

"The Meta-Christian matrix can only enhance vitality, not amplify power much!"

The assistant dared not say another word. If he interrupted Jazz while he was engrossed in his work, he might very well be the one lying on the lab table next.

The temperature at Hextech is rising higher and higher, as if every blood vessel and every cell is being thrown into a furnace.

The meta-Christian matrix is ​​dragging his body into an abyss.

He screamed in agony as grotesque tumors began to emerge from his chest, neck, and arms.

"The mutation will occur approximately five minutes after the injection," Frankenstein said, still assessing Hex's physical condition.

"I want to see its heart!"

"Give me the pliers!"

Just then, there was a loud crack.

The bandage finally gave way and broke.

Hextech's mutated hand lunged at Frankenstein, but it was an inch too short.

Frankenstein was startled, instinctively taking a step back, then turned and angrily shouted, "Idiot!"

"Replace it immediately!"

The assistant cursed inwardly, but could only pick up a waistband, intending to bind Hex. However, looking at the horrifying sight of Hex covered in tumors, he was somewhat afraid and didn't know how to begin.

"Useless!" Frankenstein cursed irritably.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

"Experimental subjects that mutate will soon lose consciousness and be left only with instincts."

"It's not very aggressive, so there's no danger."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief and approached the lab bench.

Then, Hex's arm suddenly grew an inch longer, grabbed his assistant's arm, and slammed it hard onto the operating table.

"Click—"

A crisp sound of skull shattering rang out.

The assistant collapsed to the ground instantly.

Hex broke free of one hand and frantically tore at the remaining restraints on his body.

Even Frankenstein was genuinely nervous at this point, and quickly told his second assistant, "Go and call the guards!"

But when he saw Hex actually untie the corset himself with that mutated hand, his eyes changed and became extremely fanatical.

"You actually retained your consciousness!"

"You are the first experimental subject to escape from the operating table."

"Hex Horus, you are indeed special."

Ignoring his tirade, Hex was already in excruciating pain, his tendons and nerves being repeatedly torn and reassembled, trapped in an endless cycle of torture.

But he was fully conscious, and looking at his monstrous, twisted arm, he could no longer suppress his overwhelming anger and resentment.

He was just a low-level streamer who streamed for more than twelve hours a day, trying to please the audience and swallowing his anger. Why was he forced onto an operating table as soon as he transmigrated, had his chest cut open, his internal organs removed, and was turned into a monster?

Fuck you!

The resentment from a twelve-hour live stream is heavier than a ghost!

He stared intently at Frankenstein, the culprit.

"Bang!"

A bullet struck him in the back.

Hex turned his head sharply and saw another assistant pointing a gun at him in terror.

"Quick, get down!"

Hextech rushed over and slammed the man against the wall, his grotesque claws gripping the man's neck tightly.

"Click."

The neck bone fractured instantly.

Frankenstein still didn't run away. Although he was somewhat flustered, his eyes grew increasingly excited, as if he had discovered something new.

"You still retain your rationality, knowing to prioritize attacking the most threatening targets?"

Hextech's voice was hoarse and menacing: "You're the one who turned me into this monster!"

He approached Frankenstein step by step.

Frankenstein looked him straight in the eye: "Want to kill me?"

I advise you not to do that.

"If you want to become a normal person again, you can only rely on my research findings."

"You are a special case that can retain your rationality."

"Cooperating with me is the best solution."

"Bang!"

The laboratory door was kicked open, and a group of heavily armed guards rushed in, six or seven submachine guns aimed at Hex.

"What's your decision?" Frankenstein asked, his tone more relaxed.

He clearly didn't believe Hextech would actually do it; there was no reverence for life in his eyes, only interest in treating Hextech as a rare experimental subject.

"I am very interested in you, and cooperation is the most rational choice."

"A collaboration?" Hextech couldn't help but laugh.

Yes, cooperation is the best solution.

Sir Frankenstein is a key plot character who survives to the later stages of the story. He even joins the main characters' group to solve the genetic mutation disease in the protagonist. Later on, he becomes a neutral character, but he is involved in countless key events.

Reason told him he couldn't kill him. Killing him would not only prevent them from escaping, but would also completely disrupt the plot and plunge them into unpredictable chaos.

but……

Hextech glanced at the mission panel out of the corner of his eye.

[Random Hextech Quest: Dummy Training (2/3)]

I was just doing a good live stream, and you took me to the lab table and disemboweled me!

Screw rationality.

Hextech's muscles tensed as he charged forward.

Clap clap clap!

The guards opened fire immediately.

Amidst a dozen or so bursts of blood, Hextech still rushed in front of Frankenstein and grabbed him by the neck.

"Cease fire! Don't shoot!" the guard captain shouted immediately.

If they keep hitting, they'll hit Frankenstein.

The mad scientist's smile had frozen.

"You really dare to kill me?" For the first time, panic showed in Frankenstein's eyes, and his face quickly turned red.

"Put down the knight!" the captain of the guard roared.

"Heh heh—" Hextech's throat had mutated to the point that he could barely speak.

Moreover, having been shot more than a dozen times, his life force was already at its limit.

"Kusami!!"

This is a curse spoken in one's mother tongue.

The claws tightened suddenly, and Frankenstein's face instantly turned red.

"Click—"

Before he could finish speaking, Sir Frankenstein, who would appear in all the later levels and was crucial to the protagonist's life, had his neck snapped by Hextech.

"Kill him!!"

The captain of the guard gave the order in a panic.

Dozens of bullets rained down on him instantly, and Hextech exploded in a shower of blood as he fell backward.

[Hextech Random Quest Completed]

[Reward: 100 experience points]

[Level Up: 0 → 1]

[Gain one chance to choose Hextech]

[Dive Bombing (Silver)]

[Self-Destruction (Silver)]

Astral Body (Gold)

Please choose one.

With his last ounce of consciousness, Hextech touched the Hextech rune that shimmered with golden light.

Astral Body!