The Lord God Descends into League of Legends - Chapter 1

In the boundless void, drifting wisps of mist floated about, resembling vast nebulas. The larger ones stretched across billions of miles, while the smaller ones covered only a few miles in radius. They shimmered brilliantly, glowing with divine light of all colors, and from time to time colossal bolts of lightning, as thick as heaven-piercing pillars, crackled through them.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in this dazzling void. His features were handsome, his posture upright, and his body was wrapped in a cocoon of white light as he drifted in the endless expanse.

Through the white glow before his eyes, Mo Chen gazed upon the vast and magnificent void, a bitter smile spreading across his face.

He had once been a Reincarnator. He hadn’t expected that after only experiencing two worlds—just as he had reached the Innate Peak realm, barely escaping the status of a “novice,” and when life was beginning to look promising—he would be met with an unprecedented calamity.

The Lord God had been blown apart!

Thinking of this, Mo Chen raised his head slightly, looking above him. Floating there was a white orb of light, no bigger than a ping-pong ball.

“Reincarnator, rebellion, Lord God shattered, Reincarnation Realm fallen. Fusion with Reincarnator initiated. Rebuilding cycle, rebirth.” The white orb flickered uncertainly, emitting a mechanical, emotionless voice.

“I honestly don’t know if I should call myself unlucky or fortunate.” Listening to the Lord God’s mutterings, Mo Chen sighed.

Though the Lord God was shattered, its core had not disappeared. Instead, it had chosen to merge with him, awaiting a chance to rebuild the cycle and be reborn once more.

But how difficult it was to rebuild the cycle! Not to mention that the remnants of the Lord God held little power—those terrifying entities who had besieged it would never allow it to reappear. Yet, what choice did he have now? With a trace of melancholy, Mo Chen gazed into the void.

The Lord God had already fused with his soul. Even if he wished to cast it away, he could not. Once those dreadful beings discovered him, his only end would be annihilation.

Still, his situation was far better than that of the countless Reincarnators who hadn’t even had time to react before they were obliterated when the Reincarnation Realm was destroyed.

“Lord God, have you found a world suitable for descent?” Mo Chen drew back his thoughts, his expression tinged with urgency.

He had drifted through the void with the Lord God for who-knows-how-long, and its light was growing dimmer by the moment. If they couldn’t find a world to descend into soon, then he would have no need to fear discovery—for this endless void would simply become the grave of both him and the Lord God.

“Search complete. Unexplored world located—Valoran Continent. Substitute candidate preparing to descend. Replacing current world character.” The Lord God’s light flickered weakly, as though it might extinguish at any moment.

With that, its glow flared brightly, transforming into a streak of white radiance that shot toward a vast, multicolored nebula below.

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Valoran World, within an Ionian orphanage.

The orphanage stood on the outskirts of an Ionian city, covering over sixty acres and housing several hundred children. Most were pitiful souls abandoned by their parents, while a smaller number were orphans of war.

Inside the orphanage director’s office—

“Grand Duke Mo Chen.” A kindly, aged voice reached Mo Chen’s ears through his daze. Raising his right hand to rub his somewhat groggy head, he slowly opened his eyes.

The scene before him was no longer the splendid Reincarnation Realm, nor the despairing void. Instead, he found himself in an old yet refined European-style room.

He sat in a soft gray armchair, the cushion beneath him bringing a long-forgotten sense of comfort and ease. Not far in front of him stood an elderly European woman dressed in an ancient white robe. Her face bore fine wrinkles, plain in looks yet serene and kind.

Behind the woman stood a delicate young girl. Her long, pale-blue hair shimmered like silk, tied into twin tails with two simple blue ribbons. Her face was exquisite, like a porcelain doll, and her deep sapphire eyes seemed alive with a mixture of longing and fear.

But what left the strongest impression was her voluptuous figure—the swell of her chest strained against the coarse blue robe, as though it might burst free at any moment.

“Grand Duke Mo Chen, are you truly certain you wish to adopt Sona?” The old woman clasped Sona’s trembling little hand with her wrinkled fingers, comforting her softly. She then turned toward Mo Chen, whose expression was still somewhat dazed, and asked respectfully.

“…Mm, yes.” Meeting the girl’s yearning gaze, Mo Chen couldn’t shake the feeling she looked familiar, though his still-hazy mind couldn’t recall where he had seen her before. Shaking his slightly dizzy head, he nodded in agreement.

For now, uncertain of the situation, he dared not speak too much. He understood well the principle that “the more you say, the more mistakes you make.” He needed to carefully digest the memories within his mind and understand this world.

“Wonderful! May the merciful gods watch over you, my lord duke.” The old woman’s face lit with joy at his words.

She squeezed Sona’s hand, seeing the girl’s face flush with excitement and her eyes fill with tears of relief. Her heart ached with happiness for her. Because of her congenital muteness, Sona—though already fifteen and nearly an adult—had never been adopted.

People saw her muteness as divine punishment, and no one was willing to adopt a child cursed by the gods. This had dealt a heavy blow to her, shaping her into a quiet, withdrawn girl.

“The gods bless kind children—everything will turn out well.” The old woman kissed Sona’s pale hand gently, smiling warmly.

To be adopted by a grand duke—in her eyes, Sona’s years of waiting had been worth it. Though this duke’s circumstances were currently not ideal, by the rules of war in Valoran, even if he were to lose against Noxus, he would only be relocated to Noxus’s capital, living out his days in comfort.

Though he would lose the power to rule, a life of stability and wealth would remain unchanged. After all, rumors said this duke shared an unusually close relationship with Noxus’s master strategist, Swain.

For Sona, being taken in by a grand duke was far better than being adopted by commoners.

Mo Chen leaned back in his chair, eyes half-closed, as he absorbed the memories flooding his mind.

His current identity was that of the Grand Duke of Chang’an, ruler of a city of over a million people. Chang’an’s history had long been forgotten, but it was known as the ancestral homeland of all eastern peoples on Valoran.

Many renowned figures had once emerged from this city. The most recent was Xin Zhao, the Seneschal of Demacia, who had loyally served the Jarvan family for forty years. He was one of King Jarvan III’s most trusted men and a respected elder in Demacia.

As for why he had come to Ionia—Noxus was preparing to launch its invasion. And Chang’an, blessed with the best port for reaching Ionia, had become an obstacle in Noxus’s path.

Knowing that his city could not withstand Noxus’s onslaught, the duke had come to Ionia with several retainers, hoping to persuade its leaders to resist. But his efforts had been in vain against Ionia’s stubbornness.

Thus, overwhelmed by despair and frustration, the former duke had passed away in grief. Now, through the Lord God’s power, Mo Chen had replaced that unfortunate man.

With a general grasp of the situation, Mo Chen finally understood his predicament—and why the girl before him felt so familiar.

Sona, the Maven of the Strings!

A support with terrifying “assets.”