After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 620 - : Lightning and Jiu the God Are Also Here (1)

Chapter 620: Lightning and Jiu the God Are Also Here (1)

Translator: _Min

Jing Zhou’s hand trembled, and his pupils dilated sharply in shock. “You…” He looked towards Nian Yi’an for confirmation.

Nian Yi’an remained composed, “Jing Zhou, NINE is really my sister. If you don’t believe it, let her solo with you.”

Still unable to fully grasp the situation, Jing Zhou appeared somewhat dazed, ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

“The equipment here isn’t up to par…”

Si Fuqing glanced at the decrepit esports desks and their computers, “Let’s find an esports cafe then.”

The team members were also bewildered, “Captain, she’s…”

Isn’t Si Fuqing a celebrity?

Indeed the spokesperson for Oracle, but how could she be connected to the server-wide top player, NINE?

Forum users had speculated endlessly about NINE’s identity, agreeing on only two things: the player was male and definitely over twenty-five.

“Follow me,” Jing Zhou inhaled deeply. “If she’s not NINE, we’ll just come back.”

They quickly gathered their things and followed Si Fuqing and Nian Yi’an to the nearest esports cafe.

Si Fuqing booked a private room with four computers.

“Sit,” she gestured. “What class are you good at?”

Jing Zhou instinctively answered, “Necromancer, I’m quite good with classes from the Western faction…”

“Good,” Si Fuqing logged into the game, “I’ll use healer.”

A team member couldn’t help but interject, “Isn’t healer a support class?”

In the 5v5 format of OPL, which had been running for five years, healer was the only class that hadn’t appeared on stage.

Unlike the gu master, whose insects could at least attack, healer did nothing but heal.

‘What’s wrong with support classes?” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, “Stop

talking, all three of you, together.”

The two other team members, still processing the situation, found themselves reacting automatically, taking seats at the remaining computers.

Si Fuqing created a 3v3 room.

Jing Zhou and his teammates, seasoned from years of cooperation, played seamlessly together.

Yet, they were overwhelmed in just thirty seconds.

As the victory announcement played, Si Fuqing looked up calmly, “You can trust me now.”

Jing Zhou stared at the screen, speechless.

He had believed her the moment he saw Si Fuqing’s in-game name and title.

“One Sword Freezes Fourteen States!”

Such credentials were indisputable, given Oracle’s security system, reputed to rival T18 and Zero, two major intelligence organizations.

Despite billions of simultaneous players, Oracle’s system had never faltered.

But what caught Jing Zhou’s attention wasn’t Si Fuqing’s ID.

His eyes dropped to the actions per minute (APM) stat.Y0u can read sh0rt, t0uching, and r0mantic st0ries ab0ut c0uples, as well as children’s st0ries f0r free 0n sitest0rys . c0m

APM: 467

Jing Zhou’s fingers quivered as he took a deep breath.

To play an healer at this APM was akin to an assassin reaching 600+.

Madness!

No wonder she achieved the first global dungeon clear.

World-ranked #1 Kill stood no chance against NINE.

“Miss Si… no, NINE the God,” Jing Zhou stumbled over his words, still in a state of shock and confusion, “Why did you choose me?”

“I intend to form a Great Xia team for the OPL finals, but I currently lack the qualifications,” Si Fuqing explained simply. “I want to bring people along, not join a major team; too much hassle there. ”

Major teams were full and fiercely competitive for resources. Jing Zhou bit his lip, “But NINE the God, we’re still short on people…”

After offending the Ji family, they had poached his team members.

The remaining two, sticking with him despite only having APMs of 300, were overlooked by the Ji family.

A team that had been among the Great Xia empire’s top sixteen had been reduced to this state.

“We have enough people,” Si Fuqing assured, narrowing her eyes. “I’ll bring in Lightning, my cousin can easily reach an APM of 1+00 with some training, and you’re already at 400 APM, impressive.” Jing Zhou, 18, was still at his peak.

Jing Zhou gasped, “Lightning? L God?”

The assassin class was popular in professional leagues.

But who could outperform the server’s top assassin?

“Yes, I’ll try to pull in your Jiu the God as well,” Si Fuqing considered, “Though I can’t guarantee his participation.”

A socially anxious introvertprobably wouldn’t want to make a public appearance.

Jing Zhou was overwhelmed, his brain had long stopped functioning, slumping in his chair, unable to recover.

The forums had always speculated that these three top players knew each other in real life, but even in their wildest dreams, they hadn’t imagined all three would join the same team for OPL.

“Captain!” his team members exclaimed excitedly, “Captain, you can return to

the competition!”