Chapter 437 — Reincarnator Wang Chao, Esports Cheat
The moment Hong Yi's voice trailed off, the corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched slightly, and his gaze turned somewhat dangerous.
This fellow Mingyuan really was asking for a beating...
What was there to be dissatisfied about, having a man like Wang Chao as his disciple?
Two sentences of praise from Hong Yi had left Ye Fan thoroughly uncomfortable all over.
Once Wang Chao entered the Main God Space and became a reincarnator, even if he reached the first tier within half a year and stood at the pinnacle of reincarnation within three years, they would not be surprised.
The reward points and destiny gems needed to resurrect Li Qiuxian and bring him into the Main God Space were already prepared.
...
And indeed, things turned out just as the three shameless masters had predicted.
Li Qiuxian was strong—strong in every dimension: level of life, combat technique, practical experience, and sheer strength of spirit and will. There were no blind spots, no flaws.
Yet in the end he still fell at Wang Chao's hands.
The exchange between the two was wild and unconstrained, like the track of an antelope, leaving no trace behind. Many spectators across the Three Realms watching the live broadcast felt utterly lost.
In the end, a smear of crimson rose to Li Qiuxian's lips.
He stared fixedly at Wang Chao.
As though in all the world there were no one left but the man before him.
The corners of Li Qiuxian's mouth lifted slightly, tracing a handsome arc.
Within his eyes flickered an indescribable radiance. "To fall by your hand—I die without regret. However..."
"One of me falls, but thousands upon thousands of me will rise. Do not grow slack!"
With that, Li Qiuxian laughed three times and passed away.
Watching Li Qiuxian lie there with eyes closed, as though sunk in slumber, Wang Chao let out a long, quiet sigh.
"You were too strong."
The reason Li Qiuxian had died by his hand was not that he was too weak, but that he was too strong.
Had it been Lou Cheng—even the white-browed one bearing the title GOD—Wang Chao could have wounded without killing, could have crushed him.
But when Li Qiuxian stood before him and gave everything he had, he could no longer hold back.
With so little gap between their realms, showing mercy was not merely seeking his own death—it was an insult to his opponent.
And so Li Qiuxian died.
He did not look dead; he looked simply asleep, sunk into a long slumber.
But Wang Chao knew that the man's soul had utterly collapsed.
Soul scattered, spirit extinguished—even at his current realm, he could not make Li Qiuxian wake again.
"This is the invitation to the Main God Space."
Hong Yi's voice, coming from some unknown world, suddenly sounded beside Wang Chao's ear.
[Are you willing to become a reincarnator and wage war across the endless planes?]
[Are you...]
Wang Chao had learned much about the Main God Space from his master Hong Yi.
Without hesitation or wavering, Wang Chao chose to accept.
[Your reincarnator number is 20005202560. Your novice mission will be issued in half an hour. Please make your preparations in advance.]
The voice rang in Wang Chao's ear like a great bronze bell.
The next instant, his figure vanished from the void arena.
Lou Cheng and Li Qiuxian, too, had entered the Main God Space one after another.
The three disciples of Hong Yi, Ye Fan, and Xiao Yan had all become reincarnators.
Would their endings be the same?
Their journeys seemed alike yet differed; where the road ahead led, none could say.
In the vast universe, to Yan Qiu, variables were the greatest delight of all.
...
Over the years, the Main God Space had anchored another one hundred thirty-one thousand two hundred fifty-six plane channels, and the number of reincarnators had reached two hundred fifty million.
Compared with the myriad heavens and the trillion worlds, this was not even a drop in the ocean, yet Wang Xu was quite satisfied with the pace of growth.
The boasts he had once made back in the Naruto plane were gradually becoming reality.
Wang Xu paid a little attention to how his family was doing.
His parents, his younger sister, his elder brother.
Each of them walked the path they had chosen, living out their own dreams.
Even if the dream was merely to be a salted fish.
Wang Xu could accept it, understand it, and approve.
As for lifespan.
Among the kin he acknowledged, if anyone wished for immortality, Wang Xu would grant it to them.
Even without spending the resource points now accumulated in units of "gai," a mere thought of his could make his family ageless and deathless.
But the premise of it all was this—they had to need it, and to have entertained such a thought.
Wang Shenzhi would actively make any decision for his family and believe it was for their good.
His parents and younger sister were nothing out of the ordinary; everything went on as usual.
His father still cultivated painstakingly, continuing to seek the Dao and immortality on the Earth that Wang Xu had altered beyond recognition.
His mother and younger sister each lived contentedly with their girlfriends.
As for his elder brother Wang Yan...
That was rather interesting.
Once, Wang Yan had painfully parted from his girlfriends.
Before setting out, he had asked Wang Xu to make him a perfectly simulated clone to remain on Earth and fulfill his duties as a son and an elder brother.
Wang Yan himself, however, had asked that all memories concerning the cause and consequence of his transmigration be sealed, and was tossed by Wang Xu into a plane with a flourishing, highly developed gaming industry, there to fight as an esports pro in a MOBA game called *Clash of the Sacred Emperor*.
It was a game akin to Honor of Kings, League of Heroes, and DOTA.
The hero skill mechanics of many MOBA games were much the same—three-hit procs, true damage, shields, uniqueness, stuns, knock-ups, sleeps, poisons—and many techniques had their common points.
Chaining skills with basic attacks and movement, seamlessly canceling the wind-up and recovery frames of attack animations and skill casts, turning sustained damage into an instant burst...
When Wang Xu threw his brother into that plane, he gave him no cheat of any kind; he merely adjusted the man's neural reaction speed up to the theoretical limit humanity could attain and fixed it there.
In other words, his brother's career would have no peaks and no troughs—he would not be godlike for a few years and then trash for the next few. It would be a sustained, stable state.
So long as he wished, he could play competitive esports until he died of old age.
As for the other cheats suited to esports players, such as...
Eye of God—seeing a few seconds into the future.
Form Control—adjusting the form of every pro player in the match, making himself and his teammates feel red-hot while the enemy's touch turned ice-cold, stiff as a board.
Rehearsal—knowing before the match what would happen during it, and how it would end.
Absolute Luck—when an enemy's attack landed on him, unless it was a 100% critical, it would never crit; while he himself, even with only a 1% crit chance, could land a critical on every single basic attack.
Cheats of that sort, Wang Xu could conjure a hundred thousand varieties of on a whim.
But the reaction speed he had left his brother Wang Yan with, set against the short career lifespans of other esports players, was the greatest cheat of all.
"Oh? Interesting..."
From one of his brother's passing thoughts, Wang Xu suddenly read several ideas that made his mind flash with inspiration.