Pirate Garen

Earth.

Oh? So you’re going to instant-lock Yasuo and fight over positions? And you’re going to flame people too? You think I can’t deal with you?

The young man let out a cold chuckle, moving his mouse cursor to the icon of Tahm Kench, the River King.

Then, he slammed down the confirm button.

“Not again!”

“Is a guy not allowed to enjoy a proper game anymore?!”

Seeing his friend once more picking his notorious troll pick, Garen, who was queuing up with him, felt his mood crash into the abyss.

Yes, Garen’s real name was actually Garen, though the “Gar” came from the swordmaster Gai Nie of the pre-Qin era.

Garen knew all too well: whenever his friend piloted Tahm Kench, every one of the River King’s abilities seemed to be leveled up for avenging his teammates.

That flame-spewing Yasuo main was in for a miserable game—but so was Garen, a player who genuinely wanted to enjoy himself. Soon, he’d be forced to join these two saboteurs in a symphony of “an ally has been slain” and “your tower has been destroyed,” left to helplessly lament his fate.

Forget it… this one’s already lost. I’ll just mess around.

Disheartened, Garen stared at the champion select screen, idly drifting his mouse over the many hero portraits…

At last, the cursor stopped on a familiar face—his true main.

This champion’s name was legendary, known far and wide.

It was none other than the mighty sword of Demacia—the Might of Demacia—Garen!

The poet-sage Du Shaoling once witnessed this hero brandish his sword, moved by its