Chapter 222: Disrupted Fate
"This random time travel is really interesting."
After putting away the spear and locking it to prevent himself from rebelling here, Li Ke comforted his family and went back to rest.
He was lying on the boat, stroking the pillow made of Ahri's tail hair and thinking - there was nothing he could do, although Ahri's tail hair grew back quickly, it had not fully recovered yet.
"Piltover isn't very friendly either..."
He was sincerely thinking about how he should live in Piltover, but after thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out.
This simulator has completely disrupted his life plans, and it is visible to the naked eye that as he continues to become stronger with the help of the simulator, his life plans will become less and less useful.
So Li Ke was thinking about it and had insomnia.
There are two other people who suffer from insomnia like him.
"So, you came back like this?"
The white-haired old man looked at his sister and couldn't help but question her.
"He is not an ordinary warrior. Even if I lead the team to attack, he can easily deal with it. He didn't even draw those two swords when he defeated me. If he really wanted to do something, we couldn't stop him. In other words..."
"In other words, you backed off, Camille, my sister."
"Stevan..."
Camille looked at her brother helplessly. She didn't understand why her brother cared so much about the sword. As for cooling, Piltover had all kinds of refrigerators, even the True Ice from Freljord.
Zhenbing can freeze everything they touch. If used in conjunction with freezers and various chemical reagents, their powerful magic is enough for Stevan to achieve any of his goals. But why would his brother be so covetous of an immigrant from outside?
Maybe before she left, the immigrant named Li Ke was thinking about how to contribute his strength in Piltover so that he could survive in this city where every inch of land is valuable.
And isn’t it a good thing that such a powerful person is willing to join Piltover?
Even if he is unwilling to contribute his military strength to Piltover, being a more stable gear or lever would be a good thing for them.
Using force to confront is not a wise option.
"What do you know...Also, call me the head of the family, I am the head of the family!"
Stevan interrupted his sister angrily. He looked at his sister and couldn't help sighing, as if his sister could not understand his foresight.
"He is too threatening. We cannot allow such a threatening person to stay in Piltover. Since you can't defeat him, it proves that he is a dangerous person. Pass it on, mobilize all spies, kill the man and take the sword."
Why are you so obsessed with a sword?
Camille really didn't understand that mobilizing all the spies meant that she had to summon the spies and armed forces carefully trained by other families.
But such an obvious action for self-profit will inevitably arouse dissatisfaction from other families, which is not a good thing for the Philos family.
Although they are the core of Piltover and the true bosses, a boss should act like a boss.
Doing this once or twice is fine, but...
So she asked.
"Stevan, what use is that sword to you? Why do you want that sword? We can use any hand..."
But she had only asked half of her question when her dear brother roared out. His sagging cheeks twitched and the age spots that could not be concealed looked as hideous as the most vicious curse.
"Shut up! Agent Camille! Know your place! I am the head of the family! Follow my orders!"
After shouting this, Stevan began to cough violently. He was no longer able to move freely, and he looked at his sister's still agile Hex body with resentful eyes, especially the shining Hex gem.
Camille saw it clearly, and her heart, which had long been cold, once again felt the long-lost pain.
"I see."
It wasn't the sword his brother wanted, it was her death.
Since when did Stevan become like this?
Camille didn't know, maybe he found himself getting old, while she was still young. Or when he was unable to move due to old age and illness?
Camille didn't know, she only knew that Stevan had always treated her like this. She treated him as a family member, and he just kept asking for things from her.
But who makes them family?
It was for him and for her family that she removed her loving heart and replaced it with this Hextech crystal, and from then on she became a cold-blooded monster.
She didn't know whether it was because her heart was dead or because of the influence of the Hextech crystal, but she knew that her heart, which had stopped beating a long time ago, was in great pain.
Camille left Stevan's room and went back to carry out her mission, but there were some things she also needed to check.
After Camille left, Stevan looked into the void with a dazed look. In his sight, a beautiful picture slowly unfolded.
His body was transformed into sophisticated Hextech machinery, with two energy sources contained in his chest, one from Camille, and the other from the ice core of the sword in the hand of the Ionian.
He is invincible. Not only does he have Camille's precise attack capabilities, he also has the ability to freeze the sea and everything with a wave of his hand.
"Yes... yes, this is what I want... I will definitely achieve this... As long as I get that sword, as long as I get that sword..."
Stevan muttered to himself, lost in a beautiful fantasy.
Behind him, Zoe was boredly infusing the power of twilight into Stevan's mind, causing his eyes to constantly see what the gods wanted him to see.
"Compared to that ignoring villain, the minds of mortals are of course fragile. They only need a little help to attack him without reason... But to be honest, this idea is really terrible. I can imagine that guy holding two swords in anger, slashing from Zaun to Piltover without blinking, and then from Piltover to Zaun, and finally becoming the king here... What? Is this what you want? The hero of the gods must have his own territory... Oh my God, are you really going to use him as the protagonist of a heroic epic? Why do I always feel that he doesn't like us?"
As she infused herself with energy, Zoe muttered to herself. It was obvious that her actions were not because she wanted to, but were instructed by some gods.
"You blame me for everything? Isn't it you who asked for it? Really..."
After interrupting the conversation with the gods, Zoe took one last look at Stevan. She didn't think this guy could succeed, but since this was a trial, she was sorry.
Anyway, according to his original fate, he was going to die soon.
There's nothing wrong with recycling waste.
