Chapter 311: Return to the Throne

「Clockwork got blown up! 」

「Wine Barrel stuck out its belly and surged upward! 」

「Peanut punches the jumping Jarvan IV, then locks onto Lu Xi An but cannot change the fate of teammates being instantly killed! Clockwork instantly melts under G2's focus fire! 」

「Lu Xi An slides back, then gets knocked up by Vi! 」

「Female Gunner follows up with just-cooled ultimate; timing is good but equipment is too weak, damage very limited! 」

「Female Sheriff's Peacekeeper hits flashing AEA, instantly killing Frost! 」

「Peanut also gets killed by Jarvan IV! 」

「Smeb unleashes a full combo but still cannot kill Lu Xi An, who is protected by Fan Mother; he slaps to push back and flashes to escape—yet Lu Xi An laterally flashes to dodge this Buddha's Palm, then ruthlessly pursues, sliding in with AAQAA, firing five shots in one second to point-blank kill Smeb! 」

「Finally only GorillA's female gunner escapes back to Quan Shui! 」

「G2 didn't block the fountain; instead everyone turned and began tearing down the base! 」

「Ended!!! 」

「G2 is going to win the championship!!! 」

「Congratulations G2!!! 」

Twenty-eight minutes exactly.

The ROX Ji Di crystal swelled to its limit in the azure light, then shattered with a boom, turning into scattered magic crystal shards filling the sky.

The game and venue fireworks burst simultaneously.

Amidst earth-shaking cheers, the LCK commentator loudly wailed:

「G——G——! 」

「ROX has given its all, yet still cannot defeat G2! 」

「Looking at this Bo5, G2's team performance is too outstanding! 」

「Congratulations G2, they are the rightful champions! 」

On the Europe commentator's desk, poet commentator Drakos, at the moment the crystal exploded, kicked his chair away and stood up, his face flushed red, his fists pounding the commentator's desk violently, his voice rising as if his soul were screaming:

「We are champions! 」

「We have finally reclaimed the highest honor once again! 」

「3-0! 」

「The old gods fall in the sunset, the new king sets sail beneath the starlight! 」

「In this dark era dominated by the LCK for three long years, on a stage everyone expected to be an internal Korean team showdown, a team from across the Atlantic, with an almost tyrannical demeanor, swept over the ROX Tigers, once thought an insurmountable mountain! 」

「This is not a simple victory; it is a great expedition! 」

「When they set out from Berlin carrying the shame of MSI 2-8, when Firrrrrre proclaimed their goal was to win the championship, the whole world mocked their arrogance! 」

「But now! Look! Who is that figure standing amidst the golden rain falling from the sky! 」

「From the secondary leagues to world champion, G2 used their strength to tell the world that European esports is never inferior to any region! 」

「The twilight of the gods has arrived; the new king ascends the throne and is crowned! 」

「Tonight, we bear witness to G2! 」

「Tonight, Europe esports turns a new page, welcoming the glory of a new era! 」

「Let us congratulate!! 」

「G2Esports!!! 」

「They are the 2016 World Champions!!! 」

「Europe, return to the throne!!! 」

The Europe livestream chat was flooded with barrage after barrage, more intense than a volcanic eruption.

【EUNo1！】

【G2God！】

【FirrrrrreGod！】

【PPGod！】

Such words filled the entire livestream screen densely.

Only Drakos's roar pierced through the barrage and came out.

Each of his words struck the hearts of Europe's viewers like a heavy hammer; the championship fervor spread from the internet to reality, stirring a frenzy across all of Europe.

On stage, golden paper sprayed into the air amid the cheers, then fell as a golden rain, while four huge screens flashed banners congratulating G2's victory.

The screen flickered, switching to the G2 players' bench.

Perkz leapt up from his gaming chair, waving his fists and roaring:

「We are champions! We are world champions! 」

His voice grew hoarse from overexcitement, yet remained full of power.

Zven and Mithy slapped palms, then tightly embraced each other.

Liang Yan took off his headset, closed his eyes, and listened to the roar of over twenty thousand people in the arena.

Before this match began, his feelings were fiery and excited, yet now he was unusually calm.

As a reborn transmigrator, no one understands better than Liang Yan what this 3-0 victory truly means.

His presence rewrote G2's fate of exiting the round of sixteen, sent ROX to the finals, cut off Faker and his SKT's attempt to build a triple crown dynasty, and caused the entire S6 history trajectory to deviate from its original course.

He was about to stand up when Lao Zhang grabbed him in a bear hug.

「We won! Liang Yan! We are world champions! 」

Lao Zhang tightly wrapped his arms around Liang Yan's shoulders, his voice tinged with madness; obviously this result was for him almost an unbelievable dream.

Liang Yan patted Lao Zhang's back, the corner of his mouth revealing a composed smile.

From the day he joined G2's academy, his goal had been to stand at the pinnacle of the world; now he has finally achieved it, and he also did not break his promise to Lao Zhang.

Then Perkz, Zven, and Mithy came over, and the five of them hugged tightly, patting each other's backs and letting out meaningless roars, releasing all the pressure, fatigue, and tension of these days.

In the Europe commentary desk, Sjokz's eyes were red, she covered her mouth, looking at the tightly embracing G2 players on the big screen, her voice hoarse to the point of being barely audible:

"We won…… really won……

"We are champions……

"We're back……

"Europe is back……

The camera cuts to the ROX players' bench.

Xiao Huasheng sat dazed in the gaming chair, his face as pale as paper; suddenly he bowed his head and retched violently over the edge of the desk.

Beside him, Smeb leaned back in the gaming chair, staring blankly at the results screen, expression numb.

The other ROX members were each lost in their own thoughts, dazed and unable to pay attention to Xiao Huasheng, except for Nofe, who had come onto the stage and gently patted Xiao Huasheng's back.

Nofe's face was full of helplessness.

They gave it their all, but in the end they couldn't even win a single game.

The opponent... no, Firrrrrre was just too strong.

Precise and eerie river‑lane lurking……

Amazing top‑lane coordination……

Second Level Mid Grab……

Quan Shui Golden Body……

First Level Low Grab……

Xiao Huasheng's prized Leopard Woman was walked like a dog by his male gunner.

In the whole Bo5, ROX's jungle became Firrrrrre's backyard.

The 3‑0 score reflected not only the team's strength gap, but also a blatant jungle matchup disadvantage; frankly, this Bo5 was lost in the jungle.

Nofe sighed inwardly:

It was basically a dimensional strike.

(And there's more)