The Lord God Descends into League of Legends - Chapter 19

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Under the guidance of two maidservants, Mo Chen was arranged to stay in a guest room beside the divine temple. After the two pretty maids departed, he immediately called out in his heart to the Lord God:
“Lord God.”

“The mission ‘Rescue the Snow Girl’ has been completed. Would you like to begin repairing the Exchange System now?” The Lord God’s voice was calm and indifferent.

“Repair,” Mo Chen rolled his eyes. Did this really need to be asked? Though he scorned the Lord God’s intelligence in his heart, he still hurriedly answered.

The moment Mo Chen spoke, only a short while passed before the Lord God’s voice returned:
“Repair complete. Executor may now inspect it himself.”

This time, Mo Chen didn’t even have the energy to bicker. He quickly summoned the Exchange Interface in his mind.

A curtain of light appeared before his eyes. The formerly empty Exchange section finally displayed new content. It was now divided into three major categories—Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Magic—with several subsections beneath each.

In the Magic category, items like small red health potions and small blue mana potions had appeared.
In the Sci-fi category, there were far more—ranging from ordinary robots down to household appliances, dozens of kinds in all.
In the Fantasy category, the selection wasn’t large either, but it now listed a few basic cultivation manuals and one magical treasure item.

Mo Chen’s eyes instantly lit up when he saw the magical treasure page. Before this, such things could only exist in his dreams, since the cheapest magical treasure required at least 10,000 Reincarnation Points—a fortune far beyond a rookie like him.

Though he was still penniless now, with not a single point on him, at least he had something to look forward to, right?

“Open the Magical Treasure Exchange page,” Mo Chen commanded.

The page unfolded instantly:

• Azure Sky Sword: A mid-grade artifact from a cultivation world. Cost: 5,000 Reincarnation Points.

• Purple Heaven Palace · Replica: A high-grade treasure from the Great Desolation world. A palace complex spanning six li, with levitation and spiritual energy-gathering abilities, fully equipped with facilities. Cost: 30,000 Reincarnation Points.

Though there were only two magical treasures listed, Mo Chen was overjoyed. This was already a promising start.

His face lit with delight at the introductions—until he saw the prices. His smile froze, his expression turning odd.
“Lord God, I remember the lowest price for treasures used to start at 10,000 points. This ‘mid-grade’ artifact for 5,000… it’s not defective, is it?”

He definitely didn’t want to exchange for something only to find it was a faulty product. That would be a scam.

“The Lord God’s operation requires costs. As the Executor has become the new Lord God, what you see now are cost prices. Lord God’s products are guaranteed to be genuine, never defective.” The Lord God’s voice was calm, but to Mo Chen it reeked of a profiteer’s tone.

If he remembered correctly, mid-grade artifacts used to start at 30,000 points. Yet here, the cost price was just 5,000. Factoring in the price tiers, that meant the old Lord God had been selling things at ten times markup!

“Damn, you were that black-hearted?!” Mo Chen exploded, thinking of all the points that had been fleeced from him. He nearly jumped in outrage.

“Lord God’s business spans all realms. Operational costs are extremely high,” the Lord God replied blandly.

“Fine. Then tell me—if I hadn’t spent this mission’s rewards repairing the Exchange, how many points would I have received?” Mo Chen narrowed his eyes.

If the Lord God had inflated exchange prices, he wouldn’t put it past him to skim mission rewards too. Based on prior calculations, for a high-martial world like Qin’s Moon, side missions should yield around 1,000 points, while important side missions about 3,000.

Saving the Snow Girl should’ve been worth about 1,000, Mo Chen thought, awaiting the reply.

“5,000 Reincarnation Points.” The Lord God’s voice remained flat.

Mo Chen was speechless. As expected, the Lord God was a complete swindler—jacking up prices tenfold while docking most of the rewards.

“Good. Very good. When I become the Lord God for real, I’ll recruit hordes of Reincarnators. This is even better than robbery!” Mo Chen sneered internally, giving the Lord God a mental thumbs-up, already plotting for the future.

Though it might take a long time to restore the system to the point where he could recruit others, he wasn’t worried.

Thinking of countless Reincarnators laboring for him in the future, he felt a moment of blissful satisfaction—until he suddenly remembered something important he had forgotten to ask. His smile faded, replaced with solemnity.
“Lord God, what’s the deal with the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique?”

Recalling how his true essence had suddenly gone berserk earlier chilled his heart. For a cultivator, true essence was the foundation of survival.

“The Executor’s version of the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique is incomplete. Today’s anomaly occurred because you accidentally touched upon the true inheritance. There’s no need for concern—it will not happen again.” The Lord God’s grave tone soothed some of Mo Chen’s fears.

But at the mention of an “incomplete version,” his heart grew uneasy. His face darkened.
“What do you mean, incomplete version?”

The Lord God replied: “Because of its incompleteness, if you cannot obtain the full inheritance, your cultivation will halt at the Da Luo realm.”

“Hiss—an incomplete version still reaches Da Luo? Then how terrifying must the complete version be?!” Mo Chen was shaken to the core.

He had assumed “incomplete” meant defective or crippled. Never had he imagined that even an incomplete Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique could cultivate to Da Luo. If so, wouldn’t the complete one be able to create a Saint?!

After a long silence, the Lord God finally said:
“I myself was severed from the myriad worlds by that sword art. One stroke cut off my connections, leaving an indelible sword intent within me. That intent was eventually parsed into this incomplete inheritance. The full Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique is enough to allow one to merge with the Dao.”

Mo Chen was utterly dumbstruck. A single sword had cut off the Lord God from all realms. An undispellable sword intent had become an inheritance leading to Dao Fusion!

After a long time, his eyes blazed with heat, his heart pounding wildly. That meant the golden figure he had glimpsed was the true inheritance of the technique. And if he hadn’t misperceived it, that golden figure was already coming to this world!

“I must obtain it!” Mo Chen clenched his fists, eyes burning with resolve.

“No need for impatience,” the Lord God said. “At the current distance, the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique’s inheritance will only descend during the Qin’s Moon storyline.”

Mo Chen drew a deep breath, calming his excitement, and nodded heavily. Just one dungeon’s time—he could wait.

“Lord God, list the missions I can take.”

He urgently needed points. Those two treasures were too good to pass up—if only he weren’t broke, he’d exchange for them immediately.

“Tasks have been issued. Executor may view them.”

Mo Chen summoned the task interface.

• Mission: Spread the Art of Papermaking — Reward: 10,000 Reincarnation Points.

• Mission: Spread the Printing Technique — Reward: 5,000 Reincarnation Points.

• Mission: Spread Martial Arts Manuals — Reward: Variable, based on results.

The list stretched on, hundreds of tasks in total—mostly introducing technologies unknown to this world. The most valuable were papermaking and printing, while others varied from hundreds to thousands of points.

“Seems I’ll have to work hard if I want those two treasures,” Mo Chen mused as he scanned the dense mission list.

For the rest of the day, Mo Chen never left his room. The Snow Girl sisters came once to check on him. The Snow Girl’s face carried nervous unease, while Yan stuck close with affection, clinging to him so intimately it even stirred jealousy in her elder sister’s heart.

That evening, just before the city gates closed, a rider on a fine steed galloped in from the south. It was Ji Han, carrying the incomplete papermaking technique Mo Chen had given him.

Ji Han was covered in dust, his hair disheveled, his face drawn with exhaustion, lips parched and cracked. From afar, seeing Yingdu’s four-zhang-high city walls, his face broke into a weary smile.

He had changed horses three times in a single day and night, never daring to rest for even a moment. At last, he had reached Yingdu.

Patting the papers hidden in his robes—the papermaking records—he let out a sigh of relief. Luckily, the chieftain was in the city now. Otherwise, delivering this would have been far more troublesome.