This Lee Sang-hyeok is very strong, but he lacks self-awareness.

[Due to victories against Nightmare RNG: Uzi, Xiaohu, Mlxg, Ming, and Letme.]

[The in-game mentality of those who reach godhood is increased to 100 (-40%).]

Lin Xiu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the system notification.

He knew perfectly well that if Faker's in-game mentality didn't improve,

He's just waiting for his debuff removal card to expire.

Faker would then act just like he did when he first met Clearlove at the EDG base.

In that case,

How can we play the fifth game?

"But is this 60-point mindset really enough in a decisive game where everything is at stake?"

Lin Xiu secretly pondered to himself, then glanced at Faker, who was walking towards the player tunnel beside him.

The sharp look in his eyes from a few minutes ago has vanished.

All that's left is wavering and confusion.

"Well played! Really well played!"

Before they even entered the lounge, Abuna's cheers, which were almost deafening, rang out.

The moment the door was pushed open, Lin Xiu and Faker were greeted with almost frenzied cheers.

"Kobayashi, that last dragon fight almost gave me a heart attack! Their execution was incredible; they stopped just like that!"

Abu rushed up and punched Lin Xiu hard on the shoulder, his face beaming with undisguised excitement.

Mouse also came over, scratching the back of his head with lingering fear:

"Brother Li, your top lane gank was so timely! After I got solo-killed, I thought I was going to lose connection for the rest of the game. Your mid and jungle are absolutely amazing!"

Even Scout, who had been sitting in the corner with a complicated expression, slowly stood up.

He looked at Faker, remained silent for a long time, and finally walked up to the two of them under everyone's gaze.

"That taunt and Blink to dodge the rock spike, if it were me, I probably wouldn't have been able to do it so perfectly."

Scout's voice was a little hoarse. He glanced at Abu, then looked at Faker, as if he had made up his mind.

"Next round, you guys go for it. You're better suited for this situation than I am."

This was the first time Scout had lowered his proud head in terms of tactical importance.

The atmosphere in the lounge reached its peak at this moment, with everyone talking about the "do whatever you want" combination from earlier.

They were discussing whether to use this combination again in the next game.

"RNG's coaching staff is very stubborn. They won't ban Galio just because of this game. There are many junglers who can synergize with Galio, so we can take it one step at a time."

Nofe said confidently.

However, Lin Xiu's attention was always on Faker.

Amidst the clamor of voices, Lee Sang-hyeok, the undisputed hero, kept his head down the entire time.

He didn't respond to his teammates' praise, and even the look in his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses became unfocused.

Faker's hands were shaking, not with excited trembling, but with an almost physiological spasm.

At that moment, in Faker's world, he couldn't hear the cheers around him at all.

"What...what have I done?"

This thought, like a wildfire in the wilderness, instantly engulfed his entire body.

As the effects of the system trial card wore off, the nightmares that had been forcibly suppressed began to return with even greater intensity.

My mind, which was originally clear and lucid, was now frantically replaying the moments from the match.

In his opinion, he had just gone completely mad.

I was surprised that I played so aggressively in this match.

He was used to picking a weak mid-lane champion and getting spun around like a spinning top in matches against LPL teams, essentially becoming a mid-lane doomed monster.

In the simulated matches, he never considered taking the initiative to defeat Xiaohu.

He always moved cautiously, calculating Xiaohu's kill threshold, and even after being hit thirty times, he still had to comfort himself.

Facing the Tiger God, simply surviving is considered a meritorious act.

Although he was initially unconvinced

But slowly, he accepted it.

RNG is an invincible legend.

He was nothing more than an ant trembling under the fingertips of those five terrifying demon gods.

But what did he do in that last game?

He actually dared to suppress Xiaohu like that, giving him no chance to breathe.

That kind of frenzied, reckless, and utterly crushing offensive desire,

She was completely different from the person he remembered.

"That's not me, that's definitely not me."

Faker was deeply conflicted.

In his view, that was utterly contrary to the natural order.

He was like a devout believer who originally only dared to kneel before the idol and pray for good weather and a bountiful harvest.

But just now, he suddenly jumped onto the altar, slapped the statue in the face, and overturned the offering table.

This drastic shift in his understanding caused him to lose all sense of accomplishment in that instant.

Instead, there was an overwhelming fear.

"What if those moves were just luck?"

"Actually, I probably don't have that kind of courage, do I?"

"And now that I've offended them like this, how are they going to tear me apart next time?"

Thinking of the dark faces of Xiaohu and Uzi after the match,

Faker started shaking all over.

Ruined!

Without the system's forced support, that deep-seated humility once again eroded his backbone.

Although his mentality has improved to 60 points, allowing him to stay in the game, he has lost the courage to maintain that high-pressure offense.

"Sang-hyeok? Sang-hyeok?" Abu sensed something was wrong and softened his voice.

Are you feeling unwell?

Lee Sang-hyeok suddenly raised his head, his face ashen, and his forehead covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

He looked at everyone in the lounge, at the faces that placed high hopes on him.

He then thought of his Korean teammates who had placed high hopes on him before the crucial World Championship match.

"Sang-hyeok hyung, lead us to victory this time!"

"We just want to prove that we're no worse than those guys in the LPL!"

"Why is it that despite our relentless training and unwavering self-discipline, we still can't compete with those who spend their days going to karaoke, going running, and hanging out?"

"I'm so unwilling to accept this!"

Memories of the past surfaced in my mind.

Faker's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence:

"Manager, Coach."

"I probably won't be able to play that kind of aggressive style in the next game."

"I'm going to pick a spinning top and stay in the middle lane."

The lounge fell into a deathly silence.

Abu's smile froze, Meiko's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and Scout looked on in astonishment.

"Can't launch an offensive?"

Abu frowned, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Sang-hyeok, you played absolutely perfectly just now. That kind of dominance is exactly what we need right now. RNG must be having a headache figuring out how to deal with your roaming. And you're telling me you can't handle it?"

Faker's head was down, his fingers tightly intertwined, his knuckles white from the force.

"I don't know how I should have told you this, but I just felt that playing like that was wrong."

"The way Yuanhao looked at me just now made me feel like I did something wrong."

Such words sound utterly absurd in a professional player's lounge.

On the field, your opponent is your enemy, and defeating them is your duty.

But in Lee Sang-hyeok's ravaged mind, he had already deified those powerful opponents.

He viewed his recent victory as an act of usurpation.

Lin Xiu looked at Faker like this and sighed inwardly.

He knew that this was the remaining 40% of shadow at work.

Even after winning a game and regaining his composure, Faker still couldn't believe he truly possessed that kind of dominance.

He attributed his perfect performance to some kind of accident.

Now, all he wants to do is retreat into his sturdy tortoise shell.

"Brother Li, look at me."