Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

The camera focuses on what Lin Shu is holding in his hands.

The entire coat does not have any exaggerated patterns, but it is precisely this understated design, with every stitch carefully placed, that perfectly aligns with the Chinese people's unique pursuit of symbolic aesthetics.

The live chat exploded at this point:

Wow, that's so cool!!

[Prestige! Status! Brothers, let's get this 'prestige' in the air!]

[Riot Games, honestly, did you commission a Parisian haute couture designer for this design?]

[I want the same style! I want the same style! I want the same style as Eason Chan!]

[A crown, a longsword, and a hexagram in the mid lane—this is treating E like the emperor of the Rift!]

Is it even possible? E-God is already the undisputed Emperor of the Rift!

[Don't call me Emperor, please call me His Majesty the Emperor!]

【loyalty!】

After showing off the jacket, Lin Shu carefully placed it on the edge of the tray, and then took out the second item—his personal trophy.

The trophy is surprisingly small, only about 30 centimeters tall. It is made of matte silver metal with a square black marble base, but it feels quite heavy in your hand.

Lin Shu raised his hand high in unison, and the live broadcast director immediately gave him a close-up shot.

The trophy's design incorporates elements of Summoner's Rift and crystals. The pillar above the base is carved with a coiled Baron Nashor shape, and its body is treated with alternating frosted and polished finishes, creating a shimmering visual effect under the light.

The tower's body features sharply defined geometric facets, while the crystal sphere at the top is filled with transparent resin, containing a small core that refracts a blue-purple luster depending on the angle of view.

The most eye-catching feature is the nameplate on the front of the base, which has two lines of text laser-engraved on it—

The first line is in English: "Rift's Mightiest Solo Warrior·Global No.1", and the second line is in Chinese: "The Peak of the Canyon·The Strongest King in the World". Below are the words "Emperor·Lin" and "2013".

Hidden on the back of the base, there is a line of extremely small text, barely visible unless you look closely—

"The Mid Lane belongs to no one but you."

Marc Merrill walked back to the center of the stage, shook hands with Lin Shu again, patted him on the shoulder, and spoke a clear sentence in English into the microphone, which was heard by the entire audience through the translator: "Emperor, you are the only one standing at the top of this canyon. I hope that this time next year, you can still be standing here, and we can make an even bigger trophy for you." After saying that, he smiled and stepped off the stage.

I'm so jealous! I'm so jealous of this trophy.

Honestly, I feel that even if E-God were to retire right now, it would be very difficult for any future player to surpass him in terms of individual accolades.

[After all, the title of being recognized as the world's number one carries significant weight.]

[Okay, okay, I know, I'm not fit to play mid!]

[Next year? I feel like we can start preparing now.]

[Who's in favor of HWG, the S3 World Championship winner? Who's against?]

Opening champagne at halftime is a bad idea... although I also think it's impossible for any team to beat them.

As the atmosphere calmed down slightly, Zhu Zhen raised his voice and shouted, "Alright, friends, let's give another round of applause to our world's strongest champion—Emperor! Lin Shu!"

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!"

"Emperor!"

Inside the stadium, the cheers and shouts of support rose like the tide, one wave after another, with shouts of "Emperor" coming from all directions, making people's chests tingle.

In the shaded area near the side stage below the stage, the five members of TPA, who had just received their S2 championship rings, stood side by side.

Bebe, hands in his pockets, pursed his lips, his voice low but the sourness in his tone impossible to hide: "Riot and Tencent really put all their effort into creating a god. Just one number one in the Rift, and look at this setup—four screens, a custom trophy, a tailored jacket, even the founder of Riot Games flew in to support him. When we won the World Championship in Season 2, how big was the podium? Just a table and a backdrop, and the ring was a belated gift today."

"Otherwise what?"

Jungler Lilballz shrugged, a wry smile on his face that suggested he'd been taught a lesson by reality: "What else? We're in the past, they're in the future."

"Do the math. Back in Season 2, how many monthly active users did League of Legends have globally? At most 30 million. And now? The LPL region alone has more than doubled. The European and North American leagues are just starting to gain momentum, and capital is pouring into the LPL like dumplings being thrown in—our five people combined probably don't even amount to a fraction of theirs. These days, whoever has more fans has more prestige. What do you have to compare with them?"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked to the side, only to find that his mid laner, Toyz, had remained silent. Bebe followed his gaze and saw that Toyz's eyes were fixed on the center of the stage, his pupils reflecting the sea of ​​lights and the young man standing in the pillar of light. His lips were pressed into a straight line, and the expression on his face was hard to tell whether it was jealousy, resentment, or both.

Colalin, the support player, opened his mouth, then gently patted Toyz's shoulder, softening his tone to try and comfort him: "Brother, take it easy. You already proved yourself to be the strongest mid laner in the world during Season 2, and that was real, hard-earned."

"The No.1 in the Rift right now is just a symbol created by Riot Games, a product of deification. What's truly valuable is their performance in professional matches. Once the new season starts, we'll see who's the best and who's the worst on the field."

Toyz: "..."

symbol?

A product of the creation of gods?

Is it possible that the title of the number one player on the top of the Rift was earned through sheer hard work and skill?

……

On stage, Lin Shu was listening to Zhu Zhen's questions with his head slightly tilted to the side, his lips maintaining a just-right curve, nodding occasionally in agreement, and occasionally giving the camera a humble yet confident smile.

The cheers from the audience surged every ten seconds or so, and even the high-ranking officials sitting in the front row couldn't help but applaud.

Doesn't he know what the penguins are doing?

Of course he knew.

From the day Riot Games announced the establishment of the Super Server global ranking tournament, going so far as to endorse YY, a third-party platform, and from the moment they carved out a separate awards ceremony at the All-Star event and presented him with the "Global No. 1" trophy—

Lin Shu knew that this was a standard script for creating a god.

In his past life, Faker was hailed as the "Great Demon King" by Riot Games after winning the World Championship in S3. Clearlove was packaged as the "Pig Farm" symbol during his LPL dominance, with the world focusing on him. UZI was then positioned as the "World's Number One AD" and "The Eternal God," carrying the spotlight for five whole years. It's no different from what he's experiencing now.