The Lord God Descends into League of Legends - Chapter 5

After breakfast, inside the spacious bedroom.

“Feel the guqin in your hands with your heart.” Mo Chen stood at the side, his face solemn as he watched Sona cradle the instrument across her knees, speaking in a gentle voice.

Though he knew nothing of music, he understood well enough that this was a terrifying treasure with its own spirit. In another world, such a guqin would at least rank as a spiritual artifact. Only Sona could use her heart to draw out the most beautiful melodies in existence. It was for this reason she became known as the foremost healer in the League of Legends.

Sona clutched the guqin that she feared so deeply, trying hard to calm herself while listening to his words.

“It belongs to you. Don’t resist it. Accept it with your heart.” Seeing her anxious, delicate face, Mo Chen sat beside her, laying his large hand over her pale fingers on the strings, his tone serene and reassuring.

The familiar aura at her side gradually stilled her. Sona felt that as long as she was near the Grand Duke, she could experience a peace she had never known before.

Ding—

As Sona closed her eyes, her mood grew calm. Her fingers glowed faintly white, and the guqin responded with a soft gleam of light. A clear note resonated through the chamber.

“Don’t be nervous. Stay calm. Feel the guqin, and let it play the emotions of your heart.” Mo Chen, sensing her trembling hands, leaned close to her crystal-clear ear and whispered softly.

Even though he knew that Sona mastering the guqin wouldn’t have much effect in the coming war against Noxus, he still hoped she could achieve control over it soon.

Hearing his words, the tension faded from her pretty face. Soon, sweet fragmented notes began to echo in the room.

Within a quarter of an hour, lively music, like a frolicking spirit, danced melodiously through the air.

“Such beautiful music,” Mo Chen praised joyfully, listening to the tune.

Though Sona had never studied music, the heartfelt melody carried a rare spiritual quality. It was the most moving sound he had ever heard.

Hearing his praise, happiness rose in Sona’s heart. Yet at the slightest swell of emotion, the music faltered abruptly.

Opening her eyes, she stared down at the silent guqin, lowering her head like a child who had erred.

“You’ve only just begun practicing. This is already excellent.” Mo Chen, seeing her disappointment, comforted her.

To him, her progress was astonishing. In less than a day, she could already use the guqin to voice her emotions. Though she still lost control whenever her mood fluctuated, he believed diligent practice would let her truly master it.

Hearing his reassurance, her expression softened. Hugging the guqin tightly, she nodded earnestly.

Though she didn’t understand why the Grand Duke insisted she play this way, she knew that only by mastering the guqin could she avoid being abandoned and cast back into that lonely, hopeless existence.

After only half a day, she already loved this new life—the delicate pastries, the bright residence, the splendid clothes, and the Grand Duke’s company.

She couldn’t imagine what would become of her if she lost his favor and was forced back into her old life. Would she even have the strength to endure again?

“Rest for a while. Continue this afternoon.” Mo Chen saw her persistence beneath a hint of fatigue, and he stroked her head with a smile.

Sona shook her head quickly, insisting she was not tired and could continue.

“Haha, I know you’re diligent. But only with full energy can you train best. Rest well.” Mo Chen, amused by her earnestness, kissed her smooth forehead with a smile.

Sona froze at the moist touch. Her mind blanked with a single thought: The Grand Duke kissed me. I’m no longer a pure girl.

In an instant her lovely face blushed crimson, like a boiled crab. She even fretted: What if I get pregnant? Would the Grand Duke despise me?

Mo Chen, watching her dumbstruck reaction, couldn’t help but grin.

This Muse was truly adorable—one kiss on the forehead, and she looked as if she’d been utterly undone.

Over the next two days, while awaiting the awakening of the Lord God, Mo Chen spent his time training Sona’s abilities. Meanwhile, Li Si tirelessly lobbied among Ionia’s upper circles.

On the third day, on the eve of the Lord God’s awakening—

In the bathhouse, Mo Chen lay in a vast pool, eyes closed as maids attended him. Gentle hands kneaded his body, soft feminine forms pressing at his side. He couldn’t help but sigh at the decadent pleasures of feudal indulgence.

But suddenly, he noticed a new pair of small hands. Unlike the practiced skill of the maids, these touches were clumsy—sometimes too forceful, sometimes too faint.

Mo Chen frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and turned to see whose hands they were. The sight stunned him.

“Sona? What are you doing here?” He stared at her naked figure, her face serious, his heart caught between amusement and a strange awkwardness unlike what he felt with the other maids.

Her cheeks flushed scarlet. Meeting his gaze, Sona pointed at the other maids, then at herself, as if to say: I’m only doing my duty.

“Well, learning from them is good. Sona is so clever, you’ll master it quickly.” Mo Chen smiled approvingly.

Only a fool would drive her out. With such beauty attending him, why refuse? He glanced appreciatively at her jade-like body beaded with droplets, silently giving her full marks for obedience.

Hearing his praise, Sona’s eyes curved into crescents, her face beaming with happiness. To her, the Grand Duke’s approval was her life’s purpose.

As long as the Grand Duke is happy and keeps me by his side, I’ll do anything, she resolved.

Listening to the maids’ instructions, she slowly massaged him. Though far less skilled than the others, the comfort Mo Chen felt was unmatched.

This is, after all, the League’s number-one healer giving me a massage, he thought smugly. How could ordinary maids compare?

He even began considering whether to change his routine—perhaps bathing twice a day? Truly, a subject worth deep thought.

Half an hour later, sensing the Lord God’s impending awakening, Mo Chen left for his bedroom alone.

The chamber was luxuriously adorned: thick white velvet carpets underfoot, an enormous chandelier of crystal above, and master-crafted furniture everywhere radiating artistry.

“Lord God.” Mo Chen sat on the bed, calling out with urgency.

“Lord God system activated. Welcome back, Executor.” A small white orb of light, no larger than a ping-pong ball, appeared, floating and glowing faintly while emitting a mechanical voice.

Relief washed over Mo Chen. He had feared something had gone wrong with the Lord God—without it, he wouldn’t even have a chance to overturn fate.

But why does it look dimmer? he wondered, studying the faint glow of the ping-pong-sized orb, like a tiny bulb.

“Check available worlds. Check exchange items.” He forced aside his doubts, drawing a deep breath and speaking eagerly.

The Noxian threat pressed ever closer. He had to find a way to help Chang’an survive this trial. If they failed now, standing firm in Valoran—or repairing the Lord God later—would only grow harder.