Y1 had been quite distressed about this global invitational game.

They’d been the champions last year and deserved their name as the number one big team in Europe. Reasonably speaking, what was there to be distressed over?

However, the person from Y1 who was in charge of this aspect of the team, almost went bald when he received the invitation. He went to look for their team manager and asked, “Can Yan participate?”

Y1’s manager was more distressed than he was. “I’ll ask…”

The person in charge sighed. “The invitation has already been sent over. It won’t look good if he doesn’t participate.”

Y1’s manager understood the big master in their team very well. “He should be participating, it’s just…”

The person in charge was very accommodating for the sake of their common interests, “Participating is good enough! It’s fine even if he slacks off and does nothing!”

They really couldn’t be blamed for being so careful.

Yan Jiang was a person who was very clear on his requirements. When signing his contract, he’d put his demands plainly on the paper in black and white––he wouldn’t play in the singles competition.

Nobody knew why he hated the singles competition so much, but everyone knew that he disliked it.

He had disliked it from as early as his FTW days, and he still disliked it after coming to Europe.

Back then, when he’d first arrived in Europe, he hadn’t been on the Y1 team. Instead, he’d gone to a powerful team called WP.

Yan Jiang had already been famous at the time. His signing bonus had been terrifyingly high, and after WP dug out such a strong ancestor, they naturally wanted to make use of him and earn some money.

Unfortunately, when Yan Jiang signed the contract, he said, “I’m not playing in the singles competition or the doubles competition, but we’ll win the championship in 5v5.”

WP agreed, but they were ultimately unable to resist the temptation. They insisted on forcing Yan Jiang to attend various performances and show his face.

Yan Jiang didn’t say much. He went when he was told to, but basically let himself be killed when he went.

He made it so that a very normal performance game became filled with sounds of cursing.

Fans didn’t know the truth of the matter. They just thought that Yan Jiang was purposely taking the competition lightly and flamed him with curses.

Yan Jiang didn’t explain himself. He didn’t say anything else and directly listed himself during the next transfer period.

WP was confused. They took out the contract and went looking for him.

Yan Jiang pointed to the words that were clearly written in black and white on the contract. The breach of contract was on WP’s side.

Later on, Yan Jiang went to Y1. The scolding grew even worse.

He was just a support player. What was he acting so crazy for?

In particular, he was a player from abroad. There was racial discrimination, foreigner discrimination… under this heavy pressure, he was literally standing precariously on the tip of the knife.

If his mentality was even a tiny bit weaker, then Yan Jiang would’ve become useless due to that period of time.

However, he wasn’t the average person. He carried all this pressure and led Y1 to win the European Championship.

In the face of this abuse and slander that covered the skies, only absolute strength could make people shut up.

That season, Yan Jiang became a LEGEND, in capital letters.

A support player could also become the core of a team.

A support player could also turn the tide.

A support player could also become the most dazzling presence in the team.

After three years, the Y1 team had formed its own unique style, and Yan Jiang had become the most magical player in Glory.

There was one thing that all the players around the world knew privately––the players in Y1 could be rotated like flowing water, but God Yan was unshakable.

Why would they say that?

It was because in Y1, any position could be rotated out, and whoever wanted to go up to play could play, but the support player had to be Yan Jiang.

With Yan Jiang there, he could lead a group of newcomer cubs and still win the European Championship.

The godly support player from the Team of Gods was precisely such an illogical existence.

So, Y1 really treated Yan Jiang like their ancestor.

Regardless of how the current situation came to be, in short, if Yan Jiang washed his hands of the matter and refused to work, then the Y1 who’d just won the world championship last year might possibly fall to the point of becoming a team that had to fight to just remain qualified in the league.

They couldn’t afford to provoke him. They really couldn’t afford it.

The manager had already been told countless times before taking up his post: Coax him; only when he was coaxed well, would they be able to live well.

Fortunately, Yan Jiang wasn’t an unreasonable person. After clarifying the befores and afters of the situation, he said, “I can participate.”

The manager let out a big sigh of relief. “Play however you like. Anyway, it’s just an entertainment game.”

Yan Jiang was in the midst of staring at the screen and watching a game from some undetermined competition zone, from an undetermined time, under undetermined circumstances. He answered quietly, “Okay.”

He joined the game, but he’d chosen four pure healer talents for his four initial talents and used his actions to tell the game planners: Stupid competition system, idiot brawl system.

In this type of game mode, what could a pure healer do?

Although Yan Jiang was famous as a violent support player, any player who really chose to play support wasn’t the type of character that enjoyed fighting alone.

It was like that for the singles competition, and it was still the same when it came to the current big brawl mode.

The game planners had never considered such players when they designed this game mode.

Yan Jiang was taking part in the opening game, but he was just walking through the map.

He didn’t care about getting first place or not getting first place. What he wanted was to become the first to die after the game began.

However…

He encountered an unexpected accident.

The immortal warlock in front of him was still babbling, “Although all men must die, their deaths can still be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai. God Yan, how can you die in such a light, flighty way? You must try hard to die as heavy as Mount Tai in the finals circle…”

There was no voice chat in the big brawl. Players could only type out words.

Yan Jiang had experienced this brat’s hand speed early on, but now he confirmed it for a second time.

These densely packed chat boxes showed that not only was his hand speed fast, his mouth was also long-winded.

Yan Jiang stared at his ID. “You like Close?”

Wei Xiao didn’t even think about it, “Of course.”

He felt a little guilty after saying so, but his guilt only lasted for a fraction of a second, and he soon started to boast, “Close, four championship crowns, Glory’s strongest player, the China competition zone’s demon king big daddy, who doesn’t like him?”

Yan Jiang: “……”

Wei Xiao could praise his captain so high up into the sky that nobody else could reach him. If it wasn’t for the fact that time was limited, he could write a 10,000 word essay.

Yan Jiang interrupted his rainbow farts and asked, “You really won’t kill me?”

Wei Xiao: “I already gave you medicine bags… I keep my word.”

Yan Jiang typed calmly, “I picked up six skill points, one half-finished max level equipment…”

This was intended to tempt Wei Xiao. The translation to his words was: I’m such a large, fat sheep. Are you not going to slaughter me?

Wei Xiao managed to resist. “You’re really lucky.” He’d killed and looted just to cobble together 12 skill points.

Yan Jiang continued, “Oh, I also found a special skill on the magic vines.”

Wei Xiao: “!”

Yan Jiang aimed straight at the tip of his heart, “The special skill is called fury. Using it increases attack power by 50% for three seconds.”

Wei Xiao: “!!”

Was that possible??

He’d bounced and jumped through so many vines. How come he’d never seen a single special skill?

A 50% attack increase for three seconds?

In that case, wouldn’t that mean that if he brushed out eight light arcs, the damage dealt would be comparable to nine light arcs?

Seriously, Wei Xiao was tempted.

His fingers circled around his skills, and killing intent filled the swamp in an instant.

Yan Jiang could feel it. A player’s posture when they were making small talk and when they were building up power and getting ready to attack was different.

He knew that Wei Xiao now had intention to kill.

Great, he could get out of the game early.

Just as he thought so, the immortal warlock who’d just entered a pre-attack state cancelled his skills.

Wei Xiao typed, “Don’t tempt me.”

Yan Jiang: “?”

Wei Xiao: “Do you see my ID? Take out ‘the most’ and change it to ‘only’.”

I Like Close The Most––after changing it, it became I Only Like Close.

Yan Jiang: “………………”

The audience watching them all burst out laughing.

Damn it, Little Lunatic Wei was too good at messing with people’s mentality!

Brother Cai barely managed to keep himself from slamming his face into his keyboard in the Gossip Emperor’s live broadcast room: Wei Little Xiao, can you speak using human language?

As someone who knew the truth, he was almost scared into peeing. But he calmed down again once he looked at the scrolling comments.

“6666, FTW’s flirting king is spreading his branches and leaves again.”

“Brother Xiao is a certified flirt, he keeps lovers in all directions.”

“He goes and toys with God Yan while keeping the I Like Close The Most ID hanging over his head. Quiet, make sure you don’t get––”

“Calling the great demon king, your head is a little green.”

“What’s the most painful thing in life? Having the CP that I ship stand on the side of the evil cults!”

Bai Cai was relieved.

Good…

Wei Xiao could go and act in a fable. That’s right, it was <The Boy Who Cried Wolf>!

Yan Jiang ignored Wei Xiao and turned to leave.

Wei Xiao was very agile. He used landing on clouds and arrived in front of him. “Captain Yan.”

“Mm.”

“You’re not going to go tempt someone else, right?”

“……”

“I mean, find someone else to kill you.”

Yan Jiang breathed lightly and maintained his self-restraint.

Wei Xiao’s eyes curved, but the words he typed out could only be called arrogant, “Let’s make a bet.”

Yan Jiang’s footsteps paused.

Wei Xiao: “I can guarantee that no one can seriously hurt you while we’re in the Moonlight Wetland.”

Yan Jiang stopped and turned to look at him.

Wei Xiao was clearly using an immortal warlock who was famous for its aloof coldness, but he somehow managed to play out the temperament of a careless young man. “If you fall below half health, I’ll kill you myself. If you remain above half health, then come to the finals circle with me.”

Yan Jiang’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Why.”

Wei Xiao: “The opponents are too crappy. I’m finding some fun for myself.”

The audience in the studio: “……………………..”

Fortunately the players in Moonlight Wetland couldn’t see this chat conversation that had been limited to a very small range.

As long as anyone saw even a word of it, they would rush up and chop Wei Xiao to death.