Chapter One: Script-Level Maneuvering!

"Ding! Suitable host detected. Binding in progress~!"

"Binding complete!"

"Host, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Rage Collection System for Honor of Kings!"

"The operating principle of this system is as follows: during your matches in Honor of Kings, you will provoke the anger of enemy players through your personal gameplay. The system will assess and collect the rage values generated by enemy players as a result of your actions."

"The rage values collected can be used for card draws!"

Lin Hao, who was just about to start his livestream, froze in surprise.

Was this... a system?

As someone who often read web novels while taking bathroom breaks or eating, Lin Hao instantly realized what was happening.

Well, well!

Lin Hao was just an ordinary person—a regular college graduate. His family's income came from rental properties, houses in a village-in-the-city in Egret Island that had yet to be demolished, inherited from his ancestors. The family collected rent as their main source of income.

They could collect fifty thousand yuan a month. His parents had long since given up on working, preferring to stay home, drink, and play mahjong all day.

After graduation, Lin Hao, with no financial pressure and a reluctance to lead a dreary corporate life, moved out and rented his own place, living off his family's allowance.

He happened to have a knack for gaming, so he started streaming and signed with a guild.

Unfortunately, Lin Hao's skills were not top-tier, nor did he have any unique traits. As a result, his popularity never took off; his viewership never reached one hundred thousand, and his monthly income was only a few hundred yuan.

But!

He had thought his life would pass by in mediocrity, until the day the system’s voice sounded in his mind. Lin Hao slammed the table in excitement, unable to restrain his joy.

He was finally someone with a system!

"Now awarding the host a newbie gift pack: ten beginner card draws!"

Draw!

At his mental command, a screen flashed before him in his mind—a streak of blue light.

Thank you for your participation!

Huh?

His first draw yielded nothing—a translation would be, he got absolutely nothing.

Come on, again!

Nine consecutive draws, all just thank you for your participation.

Finally, on the tenth draw, Lin Hao saw a streak of golden light flash by.

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained—Script-Level Movement!"

With a blink, Lin Hao received a surge of information transmitted into his mind by the system.

As a mobile game, Honor of Kings could not match the precision of PC games like League of Legends. One of the most obvious differences was movement!

In League of Legends, many skills could be dodged through clever positioning.

But Honor of Kings was a completely different story.

If someone started with Honor of Kings, their movement training would never be a top priority.

But this did not mean that movement was unimportant in Honor of Kings!

As Lin Hao fully absorbed the system's "Script-Level Movement" skill point, he finally realized that, for Honor of Kings, movement was just as crucial!

"What’s the streamer doing?"

"Is he lagging?"

A few scattered viewers asked in the chat.

Lin Hao smiled, "Dear viewers, it's like this—I was young and reckless once. In the internal training of a certain pro team, I single-handedly took down all five members of their youth squad at their base. The KPL league thought I was too strong and would disrupt the competitive balance, so they made me sign an agreement. They compensated me and asked that I never show my full strength."

"But just now, the contract expired. Now, my true power is unsealed!"

Obviously, with barely a hundred viewers in his stream, no one took Lin Hao's nonsense seriously.

"Hao’s putting on a show again."

"With a sense of humor like his, why isn’t Hao more popular as a streamer?"

"Average skills, low exposure—even the best showmanship can’t help."

"Hao, if you can shake up the KPL, I’ll livestream myself doing a 360-degree head-washing Thomas spin!"

No one knew that after Lin Hao said those words, the so-called steady balance of the Honor of Kings community was truly about to be shattered by him.

Lin Hao took the time to understand the system’s rules in detail.

According to the system, he needed to provoke enemy players during matches through his gameplay.

This fit perfectly with his playstyle.

Lin Hao played aggressively—if he played well, it was called aggressive; if he played poorly, it was reckless.

Or rather, Lin Hao was a thorough opportunist.

In teamfights, he always looked for openings. Once he spotted one, he went in—backliners, macro play, minion waves—none of it mattered!

Since he needed to enrage his opponents as much as possible...

As a seasoned Honor of Kings player with 2,200 days of training under his belt, Lin Hao knew plenty of ways to do just that.

The chat was still teasing him when they suddenly noticed Lin Hao was changing his recall animation.

He selected the "Shadow City" recall effect...

Next, he set up personal emotes.

Then, he changed all his in-game quick chats to "Sorry."

Finally, he decided it was time for a name change. Lin Hao changed his in-game name from "Shark Haoran" to "Shared Heartbeat"—a name that had just come to him, but suited the moment perfectly.

What was he up to?

The viewers were full of questions.

Lin Hao went straight into the Peak Match lobby and clicked "Start Game."

The ban-pick and hero selection were completed quickly. For his first game in this world, Lin Hao chose Master Lu.

To rely on movement and enrage the opponent—Master Lu was the perfect choice.

His lane opponent was Guan Yu.

When Master Lu faces Guan Yu, if the Guan Yu player is skilled, Master Lu has a hard time gaining the upper hand.

A good Guan Yu will often use feints to bait out Master Lu’s second skill.

The lane interaction usually goes like this: Guan Yu charges at Master Lu, feigning an attack, then turns back at just the right distance.

At that point, most Master Lu players will activate their second skill, hoping to dodge Guan Yu’s second skill.

Once it’s baited out, Guan Yu can wait for the damage reduction from Master Lu’s second skill to expire, then land a precise blow, leaving Master Lu low on health.

After the trade, Guan Yu retreats, using his movement speed bonus; at best, Master Lu can land a couple of hits in pursuit.

Repeating this cycle, Guan Yu establishes a health advantage in lane.

The key is to bait out Master Lu’s second skill—never attack him while he has damage reduction.

After reaching level four, if Master Lu gets caught, just use your ultimate to kick him away.

Against a Guan Yu who has his ultimate, Master Lu becomes a soccer ball—without any movement abilities, it’s hard to dodge Guan Yu’s relentless charges.

Of course, that’s assuming both sides are playing at their best.

This match was a 2,000-point Peak Game.

The season had been running for about a month and a half; the highest score in Peak Match was 2,374, so 2,000 was already close to the top ten thousand.

For the old Lin Hao, he could only scrape by in these matches; carrying the game was out of the question.

But now, with script-level movement, Lin Hao declared: this was a piece of cake.

"Host, please take note!" The system’s voice suddenly chimed in. "Detection complete: the enemy Guan Yu is the streamer Xinran, a Tiger Fang host. Due to his popularity and skill, collecting his rage will yield double rewards for you!"

Oh?

His opponent was a fellow streamer?

Lin Hao raised his brows.

So, according to the system, the rewards from collecting rage values differed depending on the person—it must have something to do with fame.

Arriving in lane, Lin Hao moved to the center of the top lane.

Then, dressed in a Santa Claus skin, Master Lu immediately started recalling on the spot.

"Ding~!"

A dark cloud formed above Master Lu’s head—a striking effect.

Why use the Shadow City recall?

Because, out of all the recalls, when spammed quickly, it was the most eye-catching.

The taunt effect was maxed out!

He wasn’t done yet—Lin Hao used a quick-chat message, randomly picking one (they were all set to "Sorry").

So, while Guan Yu paced in the brush, he saw Master Lu standing bold as brass in the most obvious spot, a dark cloud overhead, apologizing repeatedly.

"Rage value from Xinran +100!"