Legends of Runeterra

The residential area for the participants of the "Battle Festival", in one of the houses with the highest specifications.

Li En crossed one leg and let the other one float casually in the air.

"Crackle~Sizzle~!"

Silvery, most ordinary, natural and pure arcs of electricity danced all over his body.

As some unknown changes took place within his body, an invisible force field enveloped the room.

From quilts to beds carved out of a whole piece of solid wood, all of them escaped gravity and floated up slowly under the invisible force.

"Hoo~!"

Li En let out a long sigh, and the furniture objects covered by the invisible force field fell back to their original positions.

When he slowly opened his eyes.

"Stab~!"

A blinding flash of lightning flashed across the room.

“Tsk~!”

Standing on the ground with both feet, Li En raised his hands, clenched and released them, feeling the new power in his body that was not magic and was rising at an unimaginable speed. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"If it weren't for the 'origin' from the ancient god Volibear, and the fact that my basic qualities, both in spirit and body, were unimaginably high, I really wouldn't have been able to comprehend this power that existed in fantasy so quickly."

"Stab~!"

Pure electric light danced in Li En's palm, and this new power chirped to announce its existence to its master and the world.

'Unfortunately, it's still a little short. The current is pushing closer and closer to the upper limit of 500,000 volts, but there's still no clue about the next step of magnetic field rotation...'

Feeling that there was always something missing in his body, which prevented him from making any substantial changes and reaching a higher level of strength, Li En frowned slightly.

"Forget it. There must be a way out when the car reaches the mountain. With the 'electric current pushing', it is only a matter of time before it enters the 'magnetic field rotation'."

Li En gave up worrying about it, tidied the bed, turned around and sat on the chair.

He took out the book from the ruins of Fukumitsu Island from his magic pocket and began to read it carefully.

Since his strength has grown, Li En's need for sleep has become less and less. Except for sometimes sleeping with his loved ones, most of the time he reads more books to enrich his horizons and knowledge.

When he came to Runeland, this world was no longer a background created to enrich the content of the game, but a real world.

Perhaps he could gain certain advantages with the knowledge from his previous life, but he would never be so arrogant as to think that he knew everything.

Biographies and rumors can enrich his intelligence, and magical knowledge can broaden his horizons.

In this dangerous yet beautiful world, Li En knows that every bit of knowledge is precious.

Before Li En gains the power to be completely "at peace of mind", reading and studying them is something he must persist in doing day after day.

...

"Haaa~!"

Kalando yawned and woke up from the warm and pleasant long house.

Although the tribesmen were not settled until the late night last night, it was the most comfortable and restful night of sleep for Kalando since his long escape journey.

Feeling the soreness in his muscles, Kalando slowly sat up, glanced at the tribesmen sleeping on the big bunk bed in the long house, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

As his gaze moved and he saw the empty bed near the door, Kalando immediately got up from the haystack and walked out of the house quietly and quickly.

"Hoo~!"

The door was opened a little, and the cold wind outside rushed in quickly. Kalando hurriedly squeezed out.

“Sizzle! Sizzle!”

As soon as I went out, I heard a sharp and noisy, but very familiar sound of sharpening a knife.

Kalando turned his head and saw a tall and majestic figure sitting on a dead tree stump with his back to him.

The faint light of morning light shone down from the sky, illuminating the pair of thick, gnarled arms.

From his shoulders, which were covered with a noticeable layer of snow, it was clear that Tryndamere had been sharpening his sword here for a long time.

"Brother Tryndamere!"

The figure paused, and Tryndamere turned slightly, nodded to Kalandor with his side profile.

"Well, you've worked so hard on the journey, go and have some more rest, Kalando."

"Brother Tryndamere, are you really going to participate in the Battle Festival?"

Kalandor came to Tryndamere and looked at him with concern. Even when sitting on a tree stump, his figure gave people a sense of oppression.

"...Yes."

Without even raising his head, Tryndamere carefully examined the huge blade with his gray-green eyes, fearing that he would miss a spot that was not well polished.

"But Brother Tryndamere, you..."

"Kalando, listen to me."

After making sure that the weapon was in perfect condition, Tryndamere put it on his shoulder with one arm and slowly stood up with his tall and strong body.

His determined gray-green eyes quietly stared at the boy in front of him, who was supposed to have his coming-of-age ceremony this winter but is now the oldest in the escape team.

"Now only our 'Mountain Clan' remains, no longer the clan on the frozen plains that could defeat any pretender.

We are 'exiles', without dignity, without honor, and without peace.

The temporary "peace" we have now is only obtained by relying on the kindness of the Avarosa tribe.

So whether it is for the sake of future 'revenge' or for the sake of the current 'tribesmen', I must participate in this unprecedented 'battle festival'."

"Crack~!"

Tryndamere slapped Kalandor on the shoulder with his broad left hand.

"At this festival, I want Avarosa, Warmother Ashe, and everyone who comes to this city to know me and the reputation of our Mountain Clan!"

"Brother Tryndamere..."

"Don't worry, I promise you, no matter what, I will come back alive!"

"Yes! I believe you, Brother Tryndamere!"

Facing Tryndamere's gaze, Kalando nodded heavily.

"Take good care of my people and wait for me to come back!"

"Yes, Brother Tryndamere!"

"Very well, I'm leaving now."

"Brother, I..."

"Protect them!"

Patting the boy's shoulder again, Tryndamere strode away without looking back.

Kalando clenched his fists and stared at his back until Tryndamere disappeared from his sight.

...

He had already asked Horak last night. As the festival was just beginning, people were heading towards the ceremony venue. Tryndamere didn't need to find the way and just followed the bustling crowd.

However, even among the generally tall and strong Freljordians, Tryndamere's stature stands out.

Combined with the exaggerated blade and the tattered and blood-stained armor, Tryndamere stood out among the crowd of people participating in the festival.

But in the face of all kinds of gazes, the expression on Tryndamere's face did not change at all. He walked towards the festival venue, taking each step at the standard distance, no more, no less.