Chapter 53: Wuz Departed from the Center, I Shall Journey with the Fairy of Poetry

"I'm out, you losers!"

The moment this phrase was uttered, both livestreams erupted.

In Bai Qingming's stream:

"This play, now that's what you call unexpected."
"Spiritual leader 666."
"The Bachelor Godfather is still the best. He was being camped so hard he couldn't even leave the fountain, but then he suddenly turned the tables. For a second, I thought he was the one spawn-camping, and Vincent was the one being bullied."
"This play can totally make it into the top ten highlights."

In Vincent's stream:

"Who's this Zed? He's going to be hyped for half a year."
"Boss Bao got careless!"
"'I'm out,' he says the toughest thing with the most cowardly moves. Legendary."

Bai Qingming hid in a bush that no one could find, quietly waiting for the Nexus to explode. Glancing at the viewer count, which was rising instead of falling, he couldn't help but marvel at his own wit. Getting spawn-camped was supposed to be humiliating and degrading, but with a single phrase, he defused it all.

If one were to use poetry to describe this moment: "Like a demon-slaying lord descending from the heavens, truly a scourge upon the world."

This Zed... brilliant!

As soon as the game ended, Bai Qingming couldn't wait to queue up for another match. Sure enough, with his newly acquired top-tier gaming talent, he felt reborn. No matter what champion he picked, as long as he glanced at their abilities, he immediately mastered them. It was as if enlightenment had struck him—his mechanics and game sense now rivaled the very best, perhaps even surpassing some pros. At the very least, he was a match for the top streamers.

As for getting spawn-camped in the previous game, Bai Qingming could only chalk it up to bad luck. Even though he activated his top-tier talent at the last moment, in that situation, even ten superstars stacked together couldn't have turned it around. Escaping the fountain was already the limit.

In the new game, Bai Qingming once again chose Zed. This time, he didn't run into Vincent, nor did he get spawn-camped. He was a god among bronze players. Pulling off all sorts of flashy plays, he even managed a pentakill, leaving his four mediocre teammates spamming "666" in awe. When the match ended, nine friend requests immediately popped up in the corner, everyone begging to be carried.

After being worshipped so thoroughly, Bai Qingming's confidence soared, and a bold idea formed in his mind. At a time like this, wasn't this the perfect opportunity to show off? If he could play on the highest-ranked server, outplay some top-tier players like he just did, maybe even run into a few pros and show them up, wouldn't his viewers go wild and his follower count skyrocket?

Perfect. What a brilliant idea.

Without hesitation, Bai Qingming contacted someone and bought an account with access to the elite server. Once logged in, he began purchasing champions.

When viewers saw Bai Qingming switch accounts, they were surprised.

"If I remember right, isn't the streamer only Silver? What are you doing on the elite server?"
"Wake up, streamer, you've logged into the wrong account."
"I get it!"
"What do you get? Spill it!"
"Guys, hear me out. Given the Bachelor Godfather's personality, I bet he's going to the elite server to reverse smurf!"
"Damn, that might actually be true."
"Not gonna lie, I'm kind of looking forward to this."

The chat buzzed with speculation, but no one guessed Bai Qingming's real motive. Bai Qingming just smiled and said nothing. His mind was busy choosing which champion to show off with next—ideally, someone who could 1v5 and really put on a show.

Meanwhile, at the Huyap platform, in a peculiar stream, a woman known as the Nightmare of the Rift was live. She went by the name Fairy of Poetry. Besides her infamous moniker, she was also called the Teammate Quality Tester. Many top-tier players, unwilling to accept her reputation, had boasted they could carry her in the highest-ranked games, only to end up quitting in tears. No one could carry her.

It was common knowledge that Fairy of Poetry had long haunted the top-tier games, her presence enduring. Those unlucky enough to end up as her teammates would groan, but if she was on the enemy team, congratulations, victory was all but assured.

At that moment, Fairy of Poetry queued into a match. Upon seeing her notorious ID, her teammates immediately voiced their despair.

"Fairy of Poetry? Not you again!"
"Three games in a row matched with you—this is insane. I should've checked my horoscope before playing."
"Let's dodge?"
"Bros, I already dodged. Can anyone else take a turn?"
"I've dodged several times today. Another dodge and I’ll be locked out for thirty minutes."
"Who hasn't? What are we supposed to do?"

Seeing this, Fairy of Poetry began typing, trying to reassure her team: "No need to worry, my AD is strong. Who wants to support me? I can carry."

Teammate: "No, no, it's really necessary to dodge. I'm not saying you're bad, I'm just not worthy to support you."

Fairy of Poetry: "I can win 1,500-point games as AD. Trust yourself, don’t be so insecure."

Teammate: "..."

As the game was about to start, someone finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Screw it, thirty minutes isn’t that bad. I’ll dodge—see you!"

As one brave soul stepped up, the others quickly typed "good man" in chat. The match dissolved. Fairy of Poetry was utterly helpless.

She turned to her viewers, aggrieved: "It’s been thirty-two games in a row now. The moment people see me, they dodge. I’ve done nothing wrong, and yet the game won’t even let me play. Is there any justice left?"

Her viewers burst out laughing.

"Some say Fairy of Poetry is throwing games. I’d smack them—she’s not an actor, she’s just bad!"
"Reverse smurfing is hilarious!"
"Me: Coach, I want to go pro.
Coach: What’s your rank?
Me: I carried Fairy of Poetry to victory.
Coach: You’re starting!"

"Why is it okay for you high-rankers to smurf in our low ranks, but not for us to reverse smurf in yours?"

"Sis, I’ve been in your stream since your first game. I’m too scared to play ranked because you can’t get into a match. But I never thought you could get dodged thirty-two times in a row. How about this: I’ll give you a spellbook, and you queue up ten minutes later?"

"Ha! Are you trying to make me laugh myself to death, so you can inherit my credit line?"

Ignoring the barrage of mockery, Fairy of Poetry composed herself and queued up again. Soon, she got into a match and started champion select.

At the same time, Bai Qingming also entered champion select. He had first pick, mid lane. Teammates’ names began to appear.

UZI joined the game.
Fairy of Poetry joined the game.
XXXXX joined the game.
XXXXX joined the game.

The Bachelor Godfather had matched with UZI!

But when UZI saw Fairy of Poetry’s name, he quietly typed:

"This game’s doomed. Anyone want to dodge? If not, I’ll do it."

At that moment, Bai Qingming, under the gaze of all, typed a few lines:

"UZI, want to swap lanes? Want to try Yasuo mid? I’d like to go bot lane with Fairy of Poetry. After the game, I’ll give you my friend slot."