Crack!

A sharp whip crack echoed through the dim room.

"Who told you to sleep?!"

Kairos Blackwell frowned and opened his eyes.

In front of him stood a hulking brute-Maximus. The man's massive body rippled with muscle, a scar like a centipede crawled down his face, gruesome and twisted.

"This isn't the base," Kairos muttered, dazed.

Crack!

Another lash cut across his body. Pain shot through him, twisting his face.

Fury flared in his chest, but he held it down. He couldn't act rashly. That cursed boss of his-the one who sold him out-was a bloody demon in human skin. And this Maximus? Just another tool he used to torment him.

"Move it, filthy Demonspawn! Get to work!"

Maximus roared at him, veins bulging.

"Work... Demonspawn?" Kairos blinked. A flood of alien memories tore through his mind, dull at first, then sharp, fading into clarity.

The body he now inhabited didn't care about life anymore. It had given up long ago.

He parted his lips slightly, mind reeling.

This wasn't Earth.

This wasn't the damn club he grew to hate.

This was some strange, unknown land. From the jumbled memories, Kairos pieced things together.

His name? Zero. No surname, nothing more.

His standing? Worthless. He was property-a Mechanist's slave. Disposable.

This world was chaos. It had Martial Artists who could crush beasts from afar, spell-slinging Mages, Swordsmen who flew on blades, terrifying Mechanists, and respected Alchemists. A mad blend of everything he'd read about in stories.

And this body's former owner? Hated by humanity. A Demonspawn.

Captured, sold in black markets.

No past. No name. Just a beast for trade.

He'd been through torture no creature deserved.

Forced into brawls to entertain crowds.

Passed around as a pet for vile noblewomen, degraded night after night.

Did everything just to please his human owner.

He survived hell. And in the end, got handed over to a Mechanist.

No more fighting rings, no more filthy beds.

Now, he was just muscle for heavy labor.

And somehow, Kairos had ended up in his place.To him, this felt like heaven.

But his body had long been ruined from years of underground fighting. Calling upon any demonic power was out of the question-just staying alive was hard enough.

Eventually, the demonspawn that once owned this body simply couldn't take it anymore. He died. And that's when Kairos's soul took over.

Funny thing, his past wasn't all that different. But the original owner? Much worse off.

Back on Earth, Kairos was a professional League of Legends player. Got swindled young by a shady club-played matches for free, and if he lost, they'd beat the hell out of him.

He put up with it for five years. Right when his contract was about to end, someone knocked him out cold. When he came to, he was here-in this demonspawn shell.

"Useless bastard! Why're you daydreaming? Milord's working on a rocket launcher and needs someone to eat the blast. Move!"

Maximus bellowed and slapped him hard across the face.

The blow was brutal. It sent Kairos flying.

Maximus stared him down with a sneer. "One minute. If you're not out here by then, you'll wish you were dead."

With that, the brute shoved the door open and stormed off, leaving the filthy, broken room behind.

Kairos slowly pushed himself up, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

Five years of hell on Earth had already twisted his view of the world. And now, with the memories of this body's former owner-memories full of pain, chains, and humiliation-his loathing had reached its peak.

At this point, killing someone didn't seem like that big a deal anymore.

Kairos clenched his fists. But he didn't rush out for revenge. He knew better. His weak, scrawny frame was no match for Maximus.

Back in his pro days, Kairos was known for keeping calm. Even four-man dives couldn't shake him-he always found a way out.

Reckless? Not his style.

There was no illusion of a comeback miracle here.

He took a deep breath, sat down slowly, and gently touched his aching cheek.

"Host detected."

"League of Legends System binding in progress..."

"Binding complete."

Host: Kairos Blackwell

Age: 21

Identity: Demonspawn

Class: Slave

Power Level: Level Zero

Faction: Demon

Bloodline: Demon Bloodline

Inactive

Champion: None

Abilities: None

Status Assessment: Host's status is dangerously low. Power level weak. Life at risk. One free draw granted-use it well. Aim for the throne of light and shadow!

A sequence of cold, synthetic voices echoed in his mind.

Kairos zoned out for a second, then snapped back. He looked up-right in front of him, a spinning wheel had appeared.

Eighteen slots. Each one marked with something from the League of Legends-skins, champions, wards, gear, and more.

"Begin the draw?"

He stood up and said calmly, "Start."

The wheel went into a frenzy, spinning faster and faster. Kairos' gaze followed its motion, tracing every blur. Then it slowed, the pointer ticking into place-on a champion's face.

"Congratulations, Host. You've drawn the champion Heimerdinger, the Revered Inventor. You now inherit all of Heimerdinger's abilities."

Passive Ability: Genius Mind-Anything seen once is remembered perfectly. Host, put this to good use.

Basic Skill: H-28G Evolution Turret-Place a turret at a target location. It prioritizes whatever target the Host is attacking or whatever enemy is damaging the Host. Turret power scales with Host's level.

Intermediate Skill: Hextech Micro-Rockets-Unleash a spray of five rockets. Rockets fan out after passing the crosshair's focal point.

Advanced Skill: CH-2 Electron Storm Grenade-Lob a shock grenade at a target area. Deals soul-based damage and causes mind-stun. Duration increases with the Host's power level, starting at one second.

Ultimate Skill: Upgrade-Limitless upgrades. Enhances Heimerdinger's skills, and even this world's technology. Use wisely.

Notice: This world isn't the League universe. Some abilities have been slightly modified to adapt. Don't worry, all changes are adjusted seamlessly.

Notice: The Host's bloodline bears similarity to that of Swain, the Noxian Grand General. You have an 80% chance to awaken all of Swain's powers-activate your bloodline as soon as possible!

As the system's voice faded, a faint silver glow shimmered over Kairos' body.

He smirked. His mind was sharper, thoughts moving faster, clearer. That must be the Genius Mind at work.

Drawing in a deep breath, he muttered, "With this League of Legends System, I might just break out of this slave life."

"Been a full minute! Get your ass out here!"

A roar came from outside.

Kairos' eyes narrowed, a chill glint flashing through them. A cold killing intent swelled from within.

"That bastard... really grates on my nerves."