A Brand New Legend Pt 1. (A League of Legends Isekai Story)

Arc IV - Chapter 41

Third Person POV

Sylas attempted to stand up after the massive surge of magic he had just experienced but was too wobbly and fell back down to one knee. Y/N himself got up and walked toward Sylas who held one hand up.

Sylas: Stay back!

The utter fear in his voice was clear to Y/N. Now understanding why Demacians feared magic, Sylas himself was now fearful of it. What Y/N had was unlike anything Sylas had ever seen or felt.

Y/N: Sylas, just let me-

Sylas: No! You're a monster in every sense of the word! No mere man can handle that amount of power!

Y/N was unsure how to respond. He thought that it was simply because Y/N was a real person whose limits would be hard to scale in a fictional world. A real person can defeat anything in fiction by just existing. Being in that fictional world is different or so Y/N thinks. Y/N then gets to one knee and places his sword down.

Y/N: I told you, I'm not here to fight you. You're a man programmed to hate things that are unfair and to never look past that hate. You're... well... pitiful in a way.

Sylas: I'm pitiful...!?

Y/N: That's how you were designed anyways. But things are different now. You know what this world is and yet you continued with your revolution. Do you know how many people would have given up or just gone insane over information like that?

Y/N was sure that any memories of past lives Sylas had bothered him as well but still he was forward with his plans.

Y/N: Sylas the Unshackled, shackled to his fate as a Martyr despite knowing it.

Sylas: What would you offer? Freedom?

Y/N glanced down at his binding mark. While he could attempt to bind Sylas, he knows he hasn't ranked up yet. It was too risky.

Y/N: I want you all to be free, to live your own lives. I'll be honest with you for a minute. I had a lot of time to think while in those chambers. One of the things I thought about the most was the purpose of me coming back to this world.

Y/N sat down fully and slid his sword to Sylas who looked down at it in confusion.

Y/N: If you feel that I'm not worthy of this mission then take that sword and kill me.

Sylas looked up at Y/N, confusion now turned to shock.

Sylas: Why...?

Y/N: You're a champion of League of Legends, a denizen of Runeterra... and I'm not...

Y/N closed his eyes and took a deep breath. While they were speaking, things were happening not too far from the camp. Demacian Soldiers with Garen and Teemo at the front stood between the camp and the Chain Warden while Kai'sa and Fiora's unit stopped Evelynn nearby. The Chain Warden watches as the beam fires into the sky with a chuckle.

Thresh: Magnificent.

The others look back, distracted by the massive surge of magic. Suddenly, Garen winced in pain while gripping his head with all the other Demacian Champions soon following. Memories of a burning city lay before them with Mages all around. The revolution had been completed but at the cost of thousands of lives. Garen, with great fury in his heart and a dead look in his eye, drew his sword and pointed it toward the camp.

Garen: Destroy the Mage Rebels!

Teemo: I beg your pardon!?

Xin Zhou: For Demacia!