Chapter 121 (1/2)

George leaned back in his seat, practically lying down. He stretched his arms out towards the ceiling with his fingers interlocked, palms facing up. He pushed, stretching his fingers, feeling the soreness leaving his palms. When he was done, he sat upright and glanced to the side. His four teammates were doing their pregame rituals as well. They were Thee Fine, the top team in Game of Gods. Their coach usually never let them play any games online, arranging matches against retired professionals instead. However, today, they were free to do whatever they wanted, and what better way to celebrate their day off than to relax and stomp on some noobs?

The queue popped quickly, and after the banning phase, George selected his favorite champion. The other team was ranked pretty highly, but the champions they had chose were quite outdated. George imagined if his grandpa played the game, he’d select the same champions as the opponent. They were boring champions, absolutely nothing flashy about them. Most people played gods that could carry the team on their backs because they didn’t trust their teammates, but this team was clearly synergistic. Were they facing a professional team also on their day off?

George raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t think anymore about it. However, when the loading screen appeared, he could see the names of the people on the enemy team. His eyes widened, and he drew his head back. “This Granddaddy is Going to Kick All Your Asses and Roast Them in a BBQ Oven?”

Fred, the teammate sitting next to George, chuckled. “Maybe it’s one guy playing five accounts at once. I heard some cultivators do that to practice their thought-splitting techniques.”

George snorted. Someone who was playing the game for cultivation, could they compare to someone who played the game for a living? This was his job, his very life and soul! If there was a path to heaven that could be achieved through gaming, he was well on his way on it! A cultivator had to absorb spiritual energy, manage their condition, focus on mastering techniques. If they wanted to play games, then it was just a side project. Even though cultivators’ brains were faster and stronger, there was no way a professional gamer would lose—not to mention, everyone on Team Thee Fine were cultivators as well! They might’ve achieved their current stages by consuming elixirs, but that didn’t matter. The processing power was still the same.

The game started, and George clicked on the little map in the corner of the screen. Even though his teammates were sitting right next to him, he still found it easier to communicate via the game interface. When helping someone look for something, how could words describing the object’s location possibly be faster than pointing at it? With that one click, his teammates instantly understood what he wanted to do. Even if they were five different people, their communication and teamwork definitely wouldn’t be worse than This Granddaddy is Going to Kick All Your Asses and Roast Them in a BBQ Oven’s!

With the help of his teammates, George easily stole his opponent’s buff-giving monster. On his way back to his own side of the map, someone shouted, “Shit!” causing him to flinch. He glanced at the little map in the corner and saw five circular icons surrounding Fred’s. Like a man with a broken arm wandering through a dark alley at night, he was instantly defeated by the five bullies who jumped him. Why the hell were all five of them there!? Five lines of text instantly appeared in the chat box.

This Granddaddy is: “LOL, noob.”

Going to Kick All: “Get good.”

Your Asses and: “Is the ground tasty? It must be. Why else are you eating it?”

Roast them in: “Ten four, the noob is on the floor.”