Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1638 - 894: Inviting the God

The crystal disintegrated into fragments.

Chen Siyu stared at the end-of-game summary screen. Her record of 0-7-0 stood out with painful clarity.

She cast a fleeting look at her sister’s stats—0-7-2—knowing those two assists were purely accidental, gained only when Cui Yu was busy securing kills.

"Are you all still playing?" Chen Siyu inquired through the voice channel.

She recalled the supreme confidence and grand ambitions Cui Yu had displayed just before the match commenced.

A deep, gravelly voice resonated from the earphones: "We are finished."

"Eh, why quit?" Chen Siyu asked.

Cui Yu, who typically remains aloof and focused solely on those he respects like Jiang Yanan, did not mince words: "Because you are absolutely terrible."

Chen Siyu blinked. "What?"

Cui Yu repeated, his tone firm: "I said you are far too unskilled!"

The cold, fluorescent glow of the computer monitor washed over Chen Siyu’s face, leaving her looking uncharacteristically pale.

On the massive display at the front of the internet café, Nie Ze’s solo performance was playing. A Blind Monk jungler had teamed up with an AD partner to ambush him, only to be turned upon and slaughtered in a 1v2 counter-kill. The venue erupted with thunderous cheers.

In stark contrast, Siyu’s corner felt as though the entire world had turned gray.

With his complaint voiced, Cui Yu felt a sense of relief and signed off the voice chat, impatient to start his next venture at the café.

A man of his stature should have his sights set on the infinite stars and the vast sea!

In comparison to the heartless Cui Yu, Guo Kunnan was far more gentle, offering hurried comfort: "It is alright, you are a girl, and being inexperienced is normal. I have played with teammates even worse than you before..."

Guo Kunnan lied through his teeth; he had never encountered a player more chaotic than Chen Siyu.

Siyu felt crushed, like a blade of grass flattened underfoot. She had the fleeting, dark urge to hang a sign at the entrance to scare everyone into logging off so she could practice against the weak minions in peace.

Deeply demoralized, she felt a heavy cloud of melancholy settle over her. Trapped in low spirits, she murmured: "Jiang Ning, am I truly that wretchedly bad at this?"

Jiang Ning, who was busy enjoying a cozy duo-queue with Tongtong, answered without a second thought: "You are not bad. You are just… uniquely talented, in your own way."

"Really?" A glimmer of hope returned to Chen Siyu.

Jiang Ning added: "Play a few more matches, experiment with distinct roles like jungle or top lane. If it still does not improve, come find me."

Chen Siyu felt her passion rekindled instantly.

As luck would have it, this time Cui Yu found himself matched against Nie Ze.

Guo Kunnan let out a hush-hushed cry: "By the heavens, Brother Yu, this is your shining moment!"

Cui Yu, who had been grumpy from the previous defeat, suddenly laughed, a bright glint appearing in his eyes: "Fortune favors me at last!"

A sharp, piercing light ignited in his gaze. His monkey-like features no longer appeared sleazy, but were transformed by a fierce, undeniable fighting spirit.

Guo Kunnan finally grasped the truth—a man’s charisma is truly a visceral sensation!

Holding his breath, he urged: "Go for it, Brother Yu!"

Who was Cui Yu? Ma Shicheng had once labeled him a one-trick pony, but that hardly captured his nature.

Cui Yu had terrorized countless foes with his Spider-form jungle, served as a lethal hunter for Lu Qiqi, and left the wealthy young master Qi Tianheng addicted to playing by his side. It was his raw skill that had conquered them all.

He had even challenged the forum of the Fourth Middle School, dismantling every amateur who claimed to be a regular college player.

To hone his craft, Cui Yu obsessed over highlight reels of Spider plays, dissecting them at every turn.

Within the small boosting circle of class 8, he was surpassed only by Brother Ma, yet he often finished his games faster, as he refused to end a match without a complete slaughter.

"No more words are needed!" Cui Yu declared.

Guo Kunnan gave a somber nod: "And remember, your opponent, Nie Ze, is merely some unknown player from a second-rate club!"

Cui Yu grunted: "Let us fight!"

Meanwhile, Chen Siyu shook off the sting of being teased, bolstered by Jiang Ning’s encouragement to give it her all, and dived back into the queue.

The New Talent Internet Café was bustling with its two hundred machines, reaching over 80% capacity. Those who couldn't secure a match against Nie Ze scrambled to talk to Xiao Yu, the network admin, hoping to organize an underground private competition.

Chen Siyu joined them, desperate to refine her technique.

[A Raincoat of Smoke and Rain]: "Everyone, state your coordinates."

Chen Siyu [Coriander is Poisonous]: "Yuzhou, New Talent Internet Café!"

[A Raincoat of Smoke and Rain]: "Did I ask for your physical address?"

[Coriander is Poisonous]: "The far corner of New Talent Internet Café."

[A Raincoat of Smoke and Rain]: "Fine, you win!"

Chen Siyu beamed, turning to Jiang Ning: "Trying new things really does lead to victory!"

Jiang Ning remained silent.

...

While Chen Siyu celebrated her small win, the tension in Cui Yu’s match reached a breaking point.

"Our own Nie Ze has selected the Blind Monk. Perhaps the previous display was too lackluster for someone of his stature? Watch closely as Nie Ze demonstrates what a professional Blind Monk is capable of!" the manager’s voice boomed through the speakers.

Cui Yu hissed under his breath: "Professional, my foot!"

He was piloting his Spider jungler, and as the assets loaded, he chuckled to himself. He always relished the opportunity to duel a Blind Monk with his expertise.

Cui Yu boasted: "Anan, watch this. When the Blind Monk uses his Q, my Spider will use the E to dodge, then turn back with an R. He will never land that kick on me!"

"His burst potential is laughable compared to mine. How could he possibly hope to survive?"

"He tries to execute a combo? I will just fly away and leave him in the dust!"

As the game commenced, Cui Yu farmed the jungle efficiently. To guard against any early-game aggression from Nie Ze, he obsessively demanded vision from his teammates.

They obeyed, making Cui Yu feel as if victory was already within his grasp.

However, the tide shifted quickly. Cui Yu frowned: "How in the hell is he farming faster than the average Blind Monk?"

The mechanics of the Blind Monk were executed flawlessly in Nie Ze’s hands. His pathing was superior, and his efficiency made Cui Yu’s own route seem clumsy by comparison.

Even as they traded blows, it was Nie Ze who secured the first blood.