The Lord God Descends into League of Legends - Chapter 11

As Mo Chen was silently communicating with the Lord God, a faint rustling came from the nearby bushes, as if some small beast were prowling about. Through the flickering flames of the campfire, a pair of bright eyes could be seen peering out at him.

Those eyes glowed with a strange, fiery red, like two tiny flames burning in the night. After watching Mo Chen for a moment, as though convinced he was asleep, the owner of those eyes shifted their gaze toward the food at his side. A faint sound of swallowing drifted from the bushes.

Another half a moment passed. The firelight dimmed, threatening to go out. At last, convinced there was no danger, the figure in the shrubs crept out carefully.

The newcomer was small, hair matted and disheveled. A strip of gray cloth barely covered her chest, exposing her thin waist and little belly. Another ragged cloth wrapped her lower body, like a tattered skirt that hung just above her knees.

Her skin was streaked with dust and grime, her tangled hair filled with dead leaves and wild grass, and her bare feet were caked with mud.

She fixed her gaze on the sleeping Mo Chen and padded forward like a cautious kitten, edging closer to the food. When she was just within a yard’s distance, she suddenly darted forward and pounced toward the meal.

“Little girl, didn’t your parents ever tell you that stealing from others is wrong?”

The lazy voice came from right beside her just as she seized two steamed buns.

Startled, the girl’s head snapped up. Meeting Mo Chen’s amused eyes, she clutched the buns tightly and turned to flee.

Mo Chen only smiled faintly. His right hand shot out like a dragon breaking the sea, catching hold of her ragged shirt just as she tried to turn.

Rip. The already tattered cloth tore instantly under her frantic struggles. She didn’t even care that her thin chest was now bare; clutching the buns in her arms, she bolted away.

Mo Chen’s eyes narrowed. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed aside the shredded fabric, his hand turning into a claw that reached for her frail shoulder with blinding speed. How could such a scrawny body escape his grasp? Before she could even move, he had caught her.

Just as he thought he had her firmly, the girl turned her head back. Her eyes gleamed, scarlet and blazing like a living fire. She raised a small hand and struck at the hand that held her shoulder.

Mo Chen was surprised by her strange eyes, but he didn’t take her resistance seriously. She looked no more than eleven or twelve, her thin arms hardly strong enough to hurt him even if he stood still.

Still, he eased his grip slightly. He hadn’t caught her to cause harm—he only wanted someone to talk to, perhaps gather some information about this era.

But the instant his hold slackened, her tiny hand burst into flame. The sudden blaze lit the dark forest around them as though it were day.

Mo Chen’s pupils contracted. It was real fire.

“You’ve got quite the vicious streak for a little one,” he said calmly, unfazed as the burning fist came toward his hand.

He released her shoulder, his palm turning outward, white radiance flickering upon it. Their fist and palm collided. In an instant, his fingers closed over her little fist, his true essence surging. The flames sputtered and died in his grip.

The girl stared wide-eyed at her extinguished fire, then at Mo Chen’s glowing hand, her face full of disbelief. Never before had anyone simply smothered her flames. To others, her fire was the stuff of nightmares.

Only now did Mo Chen truly see her.

She was barely four feet tall, her mud-streaked face obscuring her features, her messy hair hanging in clumps with leaves and dust. With her torn shirt gone, her flat little chest was exposed, the pale skin drawing his gaze for the briefest of moments.

“Well now, you’re an interesting little thing—able to wield fire.” Mo Chen didn’t release her hand, grinning faintly.

He couldn’t help but marvel at his luck. On his very first day in this world, he had already encountered so many peculiar people and events. If not for his faith in the Lord God, he might have thought he had wandered into some fantasy realm.

“Please, sir, don’t kill me! Yan isn’t a monster. I was just hungry—I haven’t eaten in two days. I truly didn’t mean you any harm!” The girl’s fiery eyes flickered with fear as her small frame trembled, whether from the cold or from terror, it was hard to tell.

“Oh? And why, then, should I spare you?” Mo Chen loosened his grip, his expression thoughtful, though his tone carried a teasing edge.

Hearing this, the girl’s fear grew. Seeing his serious face, she suddenly stripped off the rag wrapped around her lower body. Naked, her small form dropped to the ground. Crawling toward him on hands and knees, she lifted her dirt-streaked face, eyes full of desperate resolve.

“As long as you don’t kill Yan, I… I can serve you,” she said, shaking her scrawny little hips like a pitiful puppy wagging its tail.

Mo Chen froze. His playful mood vanished. Meeting her pleading eyes, his heart clenched. What kind of suffering had forced a child, barely eleven or twelve, to act this way?

“Forget it. Here—eat these instead.” He sighed, placing his food in front of her.

Yan gulped, staring hungrily at the food. She looked up at his face, and seeing only pity there, could no longer resist. Without even bothering to dress herself again, she threw herself to the ground, clutching the buns in one hand and the roast chicken in the other, devouring them ravenously.

“Eat slowly—it’s all yours.” Mo Chen passed her a flask of water, watching with pity.

Yan glanced up at him, then bent again to her food, eating like one possessed.

“How is it you’re alone here? Where’s your family?” Mo Chen asked gently.

“My mother’s dead. My sister was taken. Yan has to save her.” Yan mumbled between bites, her words muffled.

Mo Chen raised a brow. “You’re a bold little thing. But your sister’s been gone for six days already—do you even know where she is?”

“I know. My sister and I can feel each other.” Perhaps because he had fed her, Yan now answered honestly, even candidly. She lifted her fiery eyes again, staring earnestly at Mo Chen.

“Sir, you really don’t want Yan to serve you? It would be my first time, but Mama taught me how.”

Mo Chen stiffened, at a loss for words. What kind of mother teaches her child such things?

“My mother was amazing,” Yan said proudly. “Every time she served someone, she brought back plenty of food for me and my sister. But… now Mama’s gone.” Her voice faltered, her eyes brimming with tears.

Mo Chen’s heart sank. “Didn’t your mother tell you that such things are only for husbands and wives?”

“She did. She said it’s something only husbands and wives should do.” Yan lifted her fiery gaze, speaking with disarming calm.

“Then why do it?” Mo Chen asked, unsettled by her strangely mature tone.

“Because… I want to live. Mama said, as long as you live, there’s hope.”

Her words struck him like a hammer. Mo Chen stared at her determined eyes, his chest heavy. Silently, he tossed more wood on the fire, watching her eat in quiet grief.

Then, a chime echoed in his mind.

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