Because the skill had a delay and required precise timing—but didn’t deal much damage—it was notoriously difficult to use. As a result, few players bothered with it.
Chi Zhan had half his face buried in a soft throw pillow, eyes fixed on the screen where a small boy crouched in the grass. He’d just frozen four opponents in place. While the freeze chipped away at their HP, it wasn’t much—barely a scratch. Meanwhile, the rest of the team was off clearing lanes on top and bottom, with no one coming to help.
His skill was already on cooldown. Fans in the stream chat were getting anxious:
[What kind of teammates are these? No coordination at all.]
[I swear I’m this close to grabbing the mic—how is this even a high-rank match? Zero map awareness!]
But Seven didn’t seem the least bit flustered. He didn’t switch gear, didn’t ping for backup, didn’t even try to run. Instead, he reached for a glass beside him and tilted his head back for a drink.
The shifting light and the faint sound of swallowing alone were enough to stir the imagination.
Chi Zhan yawned. Sleep was creeping in, but he still wanted to see the match through to the end.
He wanted to see what Seven… would do.
The enemy had clearly spotted him. If he didn’t flee now, he’d be mobbed by four players.
The frozen enemies were starting to thaw, and the moment they did, they unleashed a barrage on the small boy’s hiding spot. Seven’s health bar plummeted. The situation was growing more dire by the second.
But his skills were still on cooldown.
Five seconds to go.
It was obvious he couldn’t last five more seconds.
Tension peaked—and just then, Seven made a move no one expected.
He opened the shop menu and sold all his gear. Every last piece, gone.
At this stage of the match, everyone was still in the early game. Most players could only afford cheap gear and were saving up for better items later. Yet Seven wiped his entire inventory clean.
The screen blinked slightly. Before anyone could catch what he bought, the game view resumed.
As expected, the small boy had died. The enemy side gloated, one player even flashing a mocking “Hysterical Laughter” emote above their head.
[Weird… How’d Seven die like that? Has his skill vanished along with his retirement?]
[Wait—I saw it! Qi-ge bought something! But is it too late? He was cutting it way too close…]
[What did he buy?? I’m totally lost.]
Chi Zhan had excellent dynamic vision. He saw it. His eyes lit up.
The screen hadn’t gone gray. No death timer appeared. The small boy had respawned!
But he didn’t move. Instead, he summoned four ice rings—freezing all four enemies mid-laugh, right in front of everyone.
It was like a cat toying with mice—nonchalant, yet maddening for the other side.
The small boy walked up to them, his face blank and aloof. And as they thawed, he unleashed a massive hailstorm that smashed all four to death.
[First Blood!]
[Double Kill!]
[Triple Kill!]
[Quadra Kill!]
Corpses littered the battlefield.
Only one enemy had been on the top lane clearing minions. Realizing something was wrong, they rushed to mid to help—but at this point, the boy should’ve retreated back to the tower.
Seven had already burned through all his skills. With a 120-second cooldown, there was no way to fend off the incoming high-HP warrior. Yet he just stood there in front of the turret, outside the safety zone. He didn’t step inside. He wasn’t lagging—every viewer knew it. Seven was doing this on purpose.
The poor enemy warrior had no idea. The moment he saw Seven, he charged in enthusiastically.
At that exact moment, Seven reopened the shop. He did it again—repeating the same maneuver, swiftly swapping to a new set of gear. His fingers danced like he was playing piano, nimble and graceful. Before the audience could even register what was happening, he was done.
Bow drawn—Arrow fired!
A soft icy-blue glow shimmered across the boy’s hair and brow.
[Penta Kill!]
[Ace—!]
Blood-pumping. Jaw-dropping.
The audience erupted in cheers. Some were shouting, [What just happened?! How did that turn into a pentakill?!]
Seven had bought six pieces of passive-stacking equipment.
The boy’s passive allowed him to build power by repeatedly using skills to attack enemies. The stacked passives caused an exponential damage spike.
In other words, a single well-executed combo was enough to obliterate an enemy with four times his HP.
But only Seven could pull off a move like that.
No one else could match his speed.
Chi Zhan couldn’t tear his eyes from the screen. God, he was so cool. So goddamn cool.
He hadn’t moved a muscle, yet it felt like he’d just run a marathon. His heart was pounding, blood roaring in his ears, his breath quick and shallow.
There was no suspense left in this match. Victory was inevitable.
In esports, skill is the only truth that matters.
And only Seven—never, ever—disappoints. His matches were always at peak intensity, packed with drama and cinematic thrill, offering fans a top-tier visual feast.
He was, without a doubt… the King of Esports.
As Seven exited the game and the stream faded out, Chi Zhan quickly glanced at his bank balance.
His paycheck had just come in a few days ago.
It was enough.
[CHI sent [God’s Right Hand] x10!
Message: You’re the fastest man I’ve ever seen! That pentakill was in-sane-ly cool!]
Just as Chi Zhan was throwing money at the screen like a madman, Zhou Yanxing stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a towel. He was always relaxed in his own domain.
He idly unlocked his phone, only to see that his Secretary Chi—whom he assumed had already gone to sleep—had replied to his message within a minute.
But the reply was just…
“1.”
So terse. So mocking. It almost felt like a sneer.
Zhou Yanxing: “…”
Chi Zhan was the first person who’d ever dared to be that dismissive with him.
***
The stream had ended, but Chi Zhan was no longer sleepy.
He flipped over and began searching through Seven’s past match replays.
His in-game mechanics were already incredible—what about in tournaments? Wouldn’t that be even cooler?
Just typing in “WTSeven” pulled up an endless stream of search suggestions:
[Why did Seven retire?]
[Team drama with Seven?]
[WT dropped Seven?]
[Seven’s hand injury?]
One click in, and he was drowning in results.
