“My name is Zach, and I’m about to die right after getting transmigrated.”
Runeterra, eastern Shurima.
Across the endless desert, raging winds swept up curtains of yellow sand as a devouring sandstorm rapidly began to form.
Yet in the very next second, a blood-red slash tore across the sky and scattered the half-formed sandstorm completely.
A towering figure burst out of the storm, wielding a monstrous greatsword, blood-colored wings spread behind his back.
Like a tiger among sheep, he charged into the band of sand raiders ahead.
Beneath that figure’s blade, it did not matter whether they were sand raiders armed with sharp weapons or hulking beasts several meters tall.
All of them were as fragile as paper.
In the past, these sand raiders had traveled in packs, relying on the ancient artifact in their leader’s hands to rampage through the Shuriman desert.
Countless refugees and merchant caravans had died at their hands, and they had become one of the most feared forces in the Shuriman sands.
But now, facing the demon before them with blood-red eyes, it seemed they had no choice but to bare their necks and await slaughter.
After all, even their leader, the one who held that ancient artifact, had been split in two by a single swing from that demon’s sword.
If it had only been a massacre, perhaps they would not have been so terrified that they could not even muster the courage to run.
But they had watched with their own eyes as the demon chopped their companions into pieces, then fused those mangled remains into his own body.
As their comrades’ severed limbs repaired him, that demon’s broken body rapidly grew closer to completion.
The sight struck them with an impact that was almost beyond description.
And while the massacre continued, behind a nearby dune, a faint, dense rustling of sand suddenly rang out.
Then the yellow sand beside the dune began to churn.
“Bang!”
A bare-chested man suddenly sat up from the sand, flinging a desert rock lizard that had been basking above him dozens of meters away in the process.
“Pfft, cough, cough!”
After struggling to spit the sand out of his mouth, Zach stared at his surroundings in confusion.
“Where the hell am I?
Did a truck hit me so hard it knocked me straight from the capital to the Sahara?”
He climbed out of the sand pile and felt his head swimming.
But soon, Zach looked toward his front-left.
From that direction came endlessly chilling screams, mixed with the sound of blades slicing through flesh and bone.
“!”
Zach quickly lowered his body and crept along the edge of the dune, moving closer to see what was happening.
The moment he saw everything unfolding ahead, his eyes went wide, his expression filled with the certainty that he had to be dreaming.
“Aatrox!?”
As a die-hard League of Legends fan, how could Zach possibly fail to recognize the figure before him?
Wielding a greatsword, wings spread from his back, standing nearly three meters tall, that was none other than Aatrox, the Darkin Blade from the League of Legends world in his previous life!
The sight filled Zach with an unreal feeling.
At the same time, he realized something else.
If the Aatrox before him was real, then that meant the place he was in right now was not the Sahara at all.
It was Shurima.
After all, in all of Runeterra, it seemed only the continent of Shurima had such a vast, boundless desert.
“So I really transmigrated…”
Zach finally understood the situation he was in, and he could not help feeling a little relieved that he had not truly died.
But very quickly, as if something had just occurred to him, the expression on Zach’s face froze completely.
Based on what he was seeing now, combined with what he had known about Aatrox in his previous life, if Zach was not mistaken, then Aatrox’s body was currently damaged, and he was gathering severed limbs to repair his physical form.
In that case, if the bodies of these sand raiders were enough for Aatrox, then perhaps he would leave afterward.
But if the bodies of these sand raiders were not enough to fully restore Aatrox’s body…
Wouldn’t that mean he would need to find another body to make up for it?
And he, a human who had suddenly appeared near Aatrox…
“!”
Zach’s hands rapidly searched over his body, trying to find something, anything, that could help him survive the current crisis.
But with nothing on him except a worn pair of hide shorts, where was he supposed to pull anything from?
Where was his cheat?
He transmigrated naked!?
After Zach searched every inch of himself and found nothing, he had no choice but to raise his head again and look ahead.
No matter what, he had to see how the killing was going first.
Right now, Zach only wanted to say one thing.
“Kill them all, okay?
Then you won’t be allowed to kill me.”
But just as Zach slowly raised his head and looked forward, a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Because at that very moment, his gaze met a pair of blood-red eyes.
“…”
A thought slowly rose in Zach’s heart.
“My name is Zach, and I’m about to die right after getting transmigrated!”
The instant that thought appeared, Zach saw Aatrox stomp the ground ahead and shoot straight into the sky.
His blood-colored wings spread open as he charged right toward him.
Zach turned around as fast as he could.
He wanted to run.
But with the body of an ordinary mortal, how could he possibly escape from a demigod?
“Boom!”
The moment Zach took a step, a violent roar exploded in front of him.
A pitch-black figure fell from the sky, wrapped in overwhelming force, smashing a crater into the sand before Zach.
The rushing air made the surrounding yellow sand cut across Zach’s cheeks like blades.
“Insect.
Die!”
In the next instant, the blood-red greatsword tore through the veil of sand and cleaved down toward Zach’s head.
Facing Aatrox’s attack, Zach had almost no power to resist.
He could only watch helplessly as Aatrox’s greatsword drew closer and closer to his skull.
When the greatsword was less than half a meter away from Zach’s head, Zach’s roar finally rang out.
“Aatrox!
I can give you a powerful body!”
“Buzz!”
The moment Zach’s words fell, Aatrox’s greatsword came to an abrupt stop.
Zach could even smell the nauseating stench of blood coming from the giant blade.
“Insect, what did you say?”
Behind the greatsword, a hoarse voice rang out.
At the same time, the blade was pulled back.
Only then did Zach finally stand face-to-face with Aatrox at close range.
However, just as Zach looked at Aatrox, or rather, just as Aatrox’s question reached him, Zach’s brow suddenly twitched.
Because right in front of his eyes, a line of faint blue text slowly appeared.
[The host may choose to help Aatrox fulfill his dream.
Once the condition is met, the host may select one of Aatrox’s many abilities or traits.]
Zach: “!!!”