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According to his memories from his previous life, the universe of League of Legends also seemed to be a multiverse.
Within it existed primordial creator gods, the material world, the spiritual world, the inverse void, void-born creatures, celestials, primordial demons, demigods, Ascended beings, Darkin, Iceborn, and so on.
Although it might not be as powerful as the Marvel multiverse, it should still surpass the worlds his earlier incarnations had encountered.
"Clean and renewed! Restored as new!"
With a wave of his hand, he used magic to wipe away the filth clinging to his body, restoring his tattered old clothes as if they were brand new. George then took a steady step forward.
"First, I should find a bookstore and purchase some books, learn more about this world, and then decide what to do next."
His understanding of this world was rather limited. He only knew that, in the beginning, the Star-Forger Dragon King had created countless planets.
Among them was Runeterra, the planet where League of Legends took place.
Later, Runeterra gave birth to its first civilization—the civilization of the titanic celestials. These higher beings were ambitious, stealing the Dragon King's power before leaving Runeterra to colonize the greater universe.
Only after their departure did human civilization arise. Eventually, the three Freljord sisters founded the Iceborn Empire and waged war against the Void Watchers.
Then came the rise of Shuriman civilization, the Age of Darkin, the Dark Empire era, the Rune Wars, and many more events.
The precise details of this history, however, remained unclear to him.
As for his current vessel, this boy—he was so poor he could barely afford food, let alone education. He was even less familiar with the world.
The child barely knew much about Zaun, the very city he lived in, and had never even stepped foot into Piltover, the upper city.
While George was pondering which bookstore in the lower district might have the information he needed, a young girl with short blue hair came running his way, clutching a backpack tightly.
Chasing after her was a burly, vicious-looking teenage boy.
"Little brat, hand over your loot, or I'll make you regret it!"
"The energy fluctuation… this scene…"
In Zaun's undercity, such events were hardly unusual. This place was steeped in chaos.
Normally, George wouldn't have intervened—he still needed to find information. But the magical aura emanating from the girl's bag, combined with the scene unfolding before him, made him stop in his tracks.
If his memory was correct, this little girl was Jinx. And what she carried in her bag was none other than a Hextech crystal she had stolen from Jayce in the upper city.
"Hextech—magic and technology combined. Interesting."
As Jinx dashed past him with the big boy close behind, George considered briefly, then casually extended his foot, sending the thug sprawling through the air.
The boy crashed heavily onto the ground, but thanks to his tough body, he quickly climbed back to his feet.
Instead of continuing after Jinx, who had already been forced toward the edge of the polluted river, he turned and glared at George with fury.
"Where the hell did you crawl out from, brat? How dare you sneak-attack me—you must have a death wish!"
The boy stared at George, sensing something oddly familiar about him, though he couldn't quite place it.
In truth, it wasn't surprising he failed to recognize him.
Previously, the original Syl looked like a filthy, ragged beggar—clothes in tatters, hair unkempt. Now George's body was clean, his garments immaculate, no different from newly purchased ones.
Even his face and figure had changed drastically.
Syl had suffered long years of malnutrition and poison, his body sickly thin and pale, resembling a spotted bamboo stick.
After George possessed this body, however, the shared abilities instantly transformed it—his physique strengthened dramatically, overflowing with boundless energy.
His entire form now resembled a flawless piece of jade, radiating vitality and presence that made him seem extraordinary at first glance.
This was why, despite his anger, the thug had hesitated to attack immediately. He suspected George might be from Piltover's upper city.
"Leave."
George uttered a single word.
The boy's veins bulged with rage at the insult. Abandoning his hesitation, he swung his fist and charged straight at George.
But before his punch could even land, George's hand whipped across his face with a sharp slap, sending him flying into a wooden wall, where he collapsed unconscious.
After the Rune Wars, many nations had grown deeply fearful of magic—none more so than Piltover, the City of Progress.
George wasn't ready to draw attention to himself, so he had no intention of using magic in public.
But even without magic, relying solely on his physical body, he was far beyond what ordinary mortals in Piltover could withstand.
He doubted anyone here could endure even a single slap from him.
"Are you all right?"
Having knocked the boy out cold, George smiled at Jinx, who was peeking nervously from behind cover.
Seeing that George bore no ill intent, Jinx cautiously stepped out.
"Thank you for saving me."
"It was nothing. A small effort. Hello, my name is George."
George extended his hand in a friendly gesture.
Jinx relaxed, smiling as she reached out to shake his hand.
"My name's Pow-Pow!"
"Pow-Pow! Pow-Pow!"
At that moment, an urgent voice rang out. A pink-haired tomboy, followed by two companions—one fat, one thin—rushed toward them.
"Piltover Enforcer, Vi."
Seeing the pink-haired girl anxiously checking Jinx for injuries, George immediately guessed her identity.
After Jinx quickly recounted what had happened, Vi turned to give George a thorough look over.
"You're from the upper city, aren't you? I can't stand those people… but still, thanks for saving Pow-Pow. If you ever need help in the undercity, you can find me at the Fogen Tavern."
"I'm not from the upper city. I came from… Demacia. I'm just traveling here."
George's eyes flickered as he spoke.
If he claimed to be from Piltover's upper city, he had no credentials to prove it. If he claimed to be from the undercity, the drastic change in his appearance would raise suspicion.
So instead, he fabricated the identity of an outsider, choosing a distant land no one here could easily verify.
Piltover thrived on trade, with countless travelers passing through both the upper city and the undercity each day. An outsider's presence was hardly unusual.
Vi's face lit up with surprise.
"Demacia? I've heard Vander mention it—that's a long way from here. You traveled all by yourself?"
George appeared only eleven or twelve years old, about the same age as Pow-Pow.
"Yes. I enjoy traveling. Piltover and Zaun are my first stop."
George answered casually, then asked,
"Do you know where I can find a bookstore?"
"A bookstore? They're rare down here in the undercity—there are more in the upper city. But there's one not far from the tavern."
Vi thought for a moment before replying.
The undercity was filled mostly with illicit shops, particularly alchemy workshops brewing various potions, which left the air heavily polluted.
Bookstores, on the other hand, were exceedingly rare.
"Much appreciated."
George nodded. Together with Vi and the others, he made his way to the nearest steam-powered lift, which carried them into Zaun's largest and most bustling district—Black Alley.
This was the undercity's great marketplace.
(End of Chapter)