Chapter 20: The Sky Has No Second Sun, V5 Has Only One Sun!

“Not... brother!”

“How dare Kenan go cut Jess’s minion wave with two assassins lurking on the enemy side?”

“Don’t ask! The answer is Tata Kai—self-drawn Tata Kai!”

“A great leader once said, in war you must establish bases behind enemy lines. What’s wrong with Kenan solo cutting the wave? That’s pure strategy!”

This sudden move shattered the entire battlefield’s rhythm.

Even V5’s own teammates, upon seeing Kenan’s action, wondered if he had lost his mind.

“Is this a dream?”

“Don’t worry, just apply pressure mid lane. If one comes to catch me, I won’t die; if two come, just force a tower dive. It’s foolproof.”

Indeed.

Logic had studied the current situation thoroughly.

A direct confrontation was tricky—both teams had their own concerns.

If they avoided full team fights and instead focused on small skirmishes and ganks, their squad with male assassin AKL would be outmatched, especially with Jess split pushing.

At this moment, Kenan’s lone cut was sheer brilliance.

Without minions, Jess couldn’t push; if the enemy assassins came to hunt Kenan, the frontline’s pressure would ease, allowing for more flexible offense and defense.

Though this play likely meant Kenan’s death, by the time reinforcements arrived to catch him, precious time would have been wasted.

Soon enough, veteran Karsa caught on. This was a costly trade—killing a thousand enemies but losing eight hundred.

Yet, it was a play that could work.

“Alright, we’ll follow your lead. Try to survive as long as possible.”

“Ka-ge?”

Hearing Karsa, Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned—he had never experienced a top laner so recklessly diving without teammates backing him.

At least pretend to make some effort, right?

But no, this match didn’t call for that.

According to Logic, the four of them had a simple plan: first, devise a rescue strategy; second, assign a rescue leader; third, collect donations.

What?

You think there’s a fourth step to actually rescue him?

Wrong.

There was no fourth step—rescue wasn’t even considered. The fourth step was dividing the spoils. If he died in the side lane, the frontline would force a tower dive, then everyone would share the loot.

“Is he crazy?”

“Catch him! We must catch him!”

“The tiger hasn’t shown its claws—do you think we’re haloketi?”

“Come on, I’m already rotating back. This time, he’ll be utterly crushed!”

Kenan’s move appeared utterly reckless to FPX.

Jess hadn’t even dared to cut Kenan’s wave, yet Kenan boldly infiltrated their base to do so?

If he dared to cut waves this deep, next he’d mine gold at the inhibitor, then disco at the fountain, and who knows what else.

Thus, the atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly turned surreal.

Mid lane:

V5’s frontline four moved with calm precision, methodically pressuring FPX’s turret.

With absolute numbers advantage, FPX’s mid defense faltered step by step until they finally conceded the lane.

Meanwhile, on the side lane:

It became a canyon version of “Eagle Catching Chicks.”

Surrounded by FPX’s multiple players, Logic controlled Kenan to dart onto the enemy high ground, teasing with mining gold.

Such boldness came from already having the Hextech Belt and a full combo to clear waves.

Still, against overwhelming numbers, all he could do was delay his death as long as possible.

His main tactic:

He runs, they chase—like a wingless bird, impossible to escape.

At the caster desk:

Seeing the male assassin closing in with the wolf head activated, Tong Xi had already sent Kenan a death notice.

“FPX has regrouped.”

“Kenan has delayed long enough, but his wave clear is too slow. With push sticks and skills, he can only clear one wave. This high ground push isn’t as profitable as it seems.”

“Unless...”

Unless?

Noticing the caster’s hesitation, everyone fixed their gaze.

Logic, after reaching the high ground, immediately pulled the top lane wave, drawing aggro, then marched toward the freshly spawned mid lane wave.

Wait!

Something felt off.

Even FPX’s players’ expressions gradually turned horrified.

At that moment, images of Garen, Singed, and Sion mining gold flashed in their minds. Under the player cam, Logic’s face took on a JoJo-esque expression.

This opening...

This action...

This vibe...

Yamiko!

This was no mere duel.

Yet no one could stop him now!

Before FPX’s eyes, having pulled both top and mid waves, Logic unleashed his ultimate judgment on the enemy high ground—Arcane Secret: The Thunderous Prison!

Noooo!!!

—

LWX and Hang guarding mid lane were devastated.

They barely withstood V5’s frontline four pushing, hoping their trio would pick off someone, then join for a mid counterattack.

But now the problem was:

Their teammate was delayed by Kenan, both waves cleared, and what now?

Especially LWX.

Having dragged teammates into the semifinals, he wanted nothing more than to roar at them: “Look! What on earth have you done?”

“No minion waves.”

“How can we resist V5’s relentless push?”

But fate had already been sealed.

When Beichuan’s male assassin and Gori’s AKL finally killed Kenan, the waves had already been wiped clean by his skills.

The sky was falling.

At the same time, the barrage of chat exploded.

“This dream is killing me. How is Kenan so crazy?”

“That familiar high ground route—obviously practiced a lot. Too baby.”

“Catching Kenan wasted time; cutting mid and top waves means FPX must front-line tank V5’s push. That was vicious.”

“Famous philosopher General ‘Wobian De’ once said: If the front line doesn’t come to me, I’ll go to the front line. This reckless move is actually brilliant.”

Inside V5’s voice comms:

The four teammates looked at Logic’s position with unending admiration.

Genius.

A true genius.

If Kenan had fought front-line, they might not have gained such an advantage.

Letting him split push alone risked him being picked off.

Yet this counterintuitive play:

The frontline gained huge benefits, FPX’s development was stalled, and Kenan’s own growth wasn’t compromised.

How could such a genius top laner exist?

“No more talk!”

Within the team, mischievous Karsa spoke first: “There’s only one sun in V5, and that’s me, Kenan’s dream.”

“Loyalty!”

“Loyalty!” ×3

Even veteran Karsa couldn’t help but join in, and Rookie was grateful he picked number 18 over 24.

Only youth could create such vibrant plays and atmosphere.

Nearby, Xiao Yan and PPGOD’s bot lane duo were equally impressed.

Bot lane was sensitive to mid-game situations—everyone wanted to carry AD damage but often ended up playing protect Athena.

Since the new team formed, thanks to their top laner’s antics, Xiao Yan felt their AD position was absurdly simple since all the aggro was drawn away.

His only task was simple:

Shoot.

“FPX looks confused.”

“Normal. Who wouldn’t be confused by this style? We only see this from a god’s perspective. But this delay in enemy development is a huge boon.”

In the crowd:

If not wary of the half-time champagne buff, V5’s two coaches would have been celebrating wildly.

Male assassin was just barely okay, AKL was developing normally, Jhin was almost useless, and FPX’s only frontline threat was Jess, whose skill shots weren’t impressive.

On the other hand, in their own team:

Miss Fortune’s ultimate was terrifying, Viktor’s weak early phase was past, Kenan had died twice but was still developing well, and his level was fully caught up.

Just one team fight...

One team fight...

Victory.

From there, it would be a smooth snowball.

“I have an idea!”

At this crucial moment, idea king Logic spoke again.

“They probably won’t dare to contest a full fight. After getting ganked once, I can’t repeat that split push play. Opportunities to force fights are few. So... why not try a different approach?”

“For example?” Rookie’s curiosity was piqued.

“For example, Kenan’s previous team, RNG’s four-selling-one?”

Xiao Yan: “!!!”

Time approached the third elemental dragon’s spawn.

With their advantage and pressure on the side lanes, V5 controlled mid lane and continuously established vision over the river.

FPX’s players watched anxiously.

For them:

One team’s composition grew stronger late with high error tolerance; the other grew weaker late with low tolerance.

If these teams were personified:

V5’s squad was a young woman maturing into an intellectual elder sister, then a mature lady.

FPX’s squad was a former firepower prince, slowly declining into a canyon duang wheat straw—only growing weaker.

They had to find an opportunity!

Beichuan and Gori knew this well.

Either focus fire to burst the enemy AD or top laner, or the game was lost.

As for top lane?

They couldn’t blame cowardly Kenan; he pushed and used his small ultimate openly. They’d never seen such timidity in a pro game.

He was a wall.

But soon:

Their opponents’ lanes gave them a faint hint of opportunity.

“V5’s mid and jungle are moving down. Rookie seems to want to take the wave; Karsa’s covering.”

“Where’s Kenan?”

“No vision on him. Dragon’s about to spawn, Miss Fortune and Rell are moving down too.”

“Could this... be the chance?”

FPX was puzzled.

Theoretically, the mid-jungle duo and bot-support duo weren’t far in straight-line distance.

Certainly, farther and they’d lose vision.

Still, this was undoubtedly a chance, though suspiciously like a trap.

So, should they commit?

If Gori and Beichuan were watching from above, they’d call it a dumb trap and whoever went in was an idiot.

But the more obvious a trap seemed, the easier it was to bait someone.

Like how young people disdain phone scams yet make up sixty percent of the victims.

Why?

Greed.

Beichuan decided to gamble, and Gori agreed.

Their motivation wasn’t desperation but...

While they hesitated, Rell, spotting the Sun Goddess nearby, decisively charged forward to initiate.

Behind:

Xiao Yan’s Miss Fortune immediately activated her ultimate—

R: Barrage Time.

Is he insane!?

Almost instantly, male assassin and AKL charged forward.

If there’d been any doubt about traps, the support’s initiation and Miss Fortune’s ultimate dispelled it instantly.

The enemy’s decisiveness revealed their panic.

Why such quick reaction from Miss Fortune?

Because she feared the two assassins would quickly burst her down.

Opportunity!

Meanwhile, inside V5’s comms:

“Bro, do you really think they’ll fall for this?”

Xiao Yan was uneasy—if the enemy didn’t come, this ult would be wasted, making the next fight difficult.

This decision was risky.

“They will. And even if you have your ult, how long do you think it lasts against two assassins? Can you even output?”

“Opportunity’s only yours if you seize it. If not, it’s just theory.”

Behind them, the referees watched their chat with odd expressions.

If memory served, Xiao Yan was older than Logic—just by looking at their youthful skin.

Yet now, the elder called the younger “bro,” and others didn’t react?

Such disrespect.

If this were an emperor playing AD, that would be a grave offense!

At that moment:

A strange phenomenon arose in the canyon river.

Gori’s AKL immediately started his ultimate, approaching Miss Fortune; overhead, several throwing knives indicated male assassin’s arrival.

They were really coming!?

“Quick!”

“Bro, they’re here! Attack them!”

“Bro? Bro!? Where are you? Don’t just watch behind the wall—they’re coming.”

“Bro!!!”

In team chat, Xiao Yan’s cries echoed alongside the two assassins’ advance.

Yet Logic remained calm, cunningly hiding in the dragon pit all along.

Having secured river vision first, FPX had no sight inside the pit.

They weren’t worried—elemental dragon hadn’t even spawned—and never suspected a “wire mouse” was lurking inside.

Soon...

Sooner...

Rookie and Karsa hurried back; Miss Fortune canceled her ultimate and flashed retreating toward them.

The entire ruse was so convincing—convincing enough that not only the enemy mid-jungle assassins but even Jhin, after a few steps of chase, crouched to activate Neil Sniper.

The famous modern gourmand Hannibal once said:

“In life, timing is everything.”

Now, the timing had come!

“Whoosh~”

Flash!

The wire mouse flashed over the wall, instantly appearing beside their AD, facing male assassin and AKL.

Still calm, she pressed push stick and E again.

A moment ago parallel to their AD, Kenan now stood at the center of Jhin, Akali, and male assassin’s triangle.

Everything was perfect—

“Call the wind, summon the rain, drive the thunder, command the lightning.”

“Now, become a sacrifice for the age of the Yellow Heaven!!!”

“Thunder God, assist me!”

R: Arcane Secret: The Thunderous Prison!