LOL: The days of cultivating immortals in Rune Continent

Chapter 226: Entertainment Creates a New World
Mount Targon

Soraka was holding a blue box, surrounded by a circle of little vastaya. They opened their big mouths adorably. They had not yet mastered the art of transformation, so they maintained the form of little beasts and piled up beside Soraka with chubby heads.

"Ms. Soraka, please tell us quickly, is there any new story today? Has the sister named Manya posted any new content?"

"We have been waiting for three days!"

A little beast said loudly.

As soon as she opened her mouth, the little animals surrounding her started asking excitedly.

Soraka smiled and stretched out her hand, then gently pressed one side of the square box. A strange light screen appeared in front of her. The little Vastaya raised their heads quickly and looked at the light screen excitedly. They could not understand the words on it, but they could understand the pictures on it, and Ms. Soraka would explain it to them.

"Updated, Manya updated the new story content. Come, let me see some pictures." Soraka stretched out her finger and made a flipping motion on the light screen.

Then, she said in surprise, "Well, there are six pictures in total, seventeen pages of content, and two new stories."

"Wow!"

The little Vastayas all became excited and started shouting loudly.

"Alright, calm down, no fighting, no pushing and shoving. When I tell a story, everyone must sit still and listen. You can't interrupt me or ask questions, because that will affect other children. If you need to go to the bathroom or eat something, I won't stop you. You can just leave and do it quietly. But I will continue to tell the story, because I can't let everyone wait for you, right? You are all smart and polite Vastaya children, so you will definitely abide by my requirements, right?"

"Yes Lady Soraka!"

"Yes, ma'am, I will be good."

"Of course, you are the one we love the most."

Soraka clapped her hands, then stretched out her hands and pulled the light screen from both sides to the middle. Then the picture on the light screen changed and returned to the interface window.

Soraka opened an app, which contained something she had prepared two days ago. It was the storytelling music she prepared for the little ones when she stayed up late at night in her tent and listened to music.

At the moment, soothing and pleasant music sounded. Soraka stretched out her hand and touched the upper right corner of the screen twice in a row. Then a frame appeared. Soraka moved a little, and the sound of the music became smaller.

Soraka turned the screen back to the picture book, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "The story begins~"

"Goo-"

The little animals all swallowed their saliva, stared with their big round eyes and shook their heads.

"The story I'm going to tell today is called Magic Stone. A long, long time ago, Zaun and Piltover were not like this. At that time, people from both sides lived in the same city, and Mann was a brave little boy in this city."

Under the starry sky, the camp was not dark with the stars and the giant light pillars. In addition, there was a campfire burning not far away, crackling continuously. Occasionally, the rustling voices of adults could be heard around. If you got closer, you could hear nice, relaxing and soothing music. Coupled with Soraka's deliberately lowered voice, it seemed very harmonious for a moment.

While telling the story, Soraka marveled at the technology of the Twin Cities and the wisdom of mankind.

The Targonians have existed for millions of years and have never created such magical things. These things are really useful, because even Soraka never put it down after getting the transporter. She studies the machine every day and is shocked by its new functions that keep appearing.

On the first day, this thing could only be used to have video conversations with Luo Wen, chatting and seeing each other across thousands of miles, but starting from the third day, this thing began to have new functions.

Music, books, even something called video.

Soraka didn't like the content of those videos very much, because they were repetitive, short, and meaningless to her.

But according to Luo Wen's explanation to her, those were the test subjects?
Those videos were just put up to see if they could be watched, whether the function was complete, and how much mana it consumed, but in the future, there would be many interesting videos, Rowan assured Soraka.

However, Soraka likes books very much, and many books are put into the inventory every day.

You know, books are very valuable things. Soraka traveled all over Runeterra, but she had read very few books. This was because many places in Runeterra were very backward. For example, in Ionia, books were only stored in temples and sanctuaries. Ordinary people would never have the opportunity to access them in their lifetime. Soraka had only read a few books.

But now it’s different, because there are so many books in the two cities!

When a city-state's economy reaches its peak, its culture will also flourish. Shuangcheng now has all kinds of books, including teaching, history, entertainment, and all kinds of books have been put into the Hextech communicator.

Of course, the kind-hearted Soraka was also worried about whether the authors could make money by putting these books up for her to read for free, but Rowan immediately cleared up Soraka's confusion.

The authors are able to make money because these books are paid for by the legislators of the Twin Cities, who pay the copyright fees directly to the authors. It is a one-time buyout and the price will not be low, after all, the two cities are too rich.

The twin cities are now the center of Runeterra. Piltover is arrogant. They are so arrogant that they say that Piltover is the center of the universe. Although it is not known whether Piltover can be regarded as the center of the universe now, it is at least the center of Runeterra, there is no doubt about that.

Therefore, there is no pressure at all when using Soraka.

Because Soraka understood how Piltover benefited from it without Rowan's further explanation. The people of Piltover are essentially businessmen, and they certainly won't do charity. Therefore, it only takes a moment to think about it and she will understand how the people of Piltover make money.

Selling "magic". Reading books will consume the magic power of the beads. Although the magic power can be replenished naturally, the beads will be damaged if they are over-consumed. Besides, if you read every day, the consumption rate will be extremely fast, and new beads will definitely be needed as energy.

The people of Piltover charge based on the "beads".

In short, the more Soraka learned about the new communicator, the more she admired the wisdom of mankind.

These creatures, who are no more than a hundred years old, are constantly thinking of ways to leave their footprints in the long river of time during their lifetime.

And what about the Protoss? They only have an infinite lifespan.
It just so happens that
It’s also on Mount Targon, and it’s also related to the Protoss.

At this moment, while Soraka was telling the little Vastaya orcs stories written by the people of Piltover thousands of miles away on the mountainside and listening to the music made by the people of Piltover, a woman wearing cool clothes and bare white feet was lying on the clean floor playing with a communicator.

Leona, the saint of the Solari sect, was praised for her hard work and diligence, justice and the incarnation of the sun. But at this moment, she pursed her lips and played with something with a serious look on her face.

Leona's hair was wet, as she held two joysticks made of magic in her hands and looked at the bright screen.

What she was playing with at the moment was something from the outside world. Leona didn't know what it was, but a few days ago, this thing suddenly appeared in her room, in a bag, a golden square box. After Leona fiddled with it for a while, she became completely obsessed with it.

As it is now, what she plays is called a game.

As a contemporary star spirit of the Sun, Leona naturally would not speak other languages ​​that she did not understand about Runeland. The inheritance of the Sun Goddess allowed Leona to master knowledge that ordinary people could not learn. Therefore, she could see these words clearly and knew what she was doing.

At this moment, the game she was playing was called Flying Fighter, which required her to control the joystick and fly the plane through levels. Leona had been playing this game for more than a week.

During the day, she would study and practice with the warriors. When she returned to the dormitory in the evening, Leona would lock the door and play this game crazily.

rest?

Haha, Leona only needs to sleep for more than ten minutes a day to be full of energy. Sleep is not necessary for Leona. After all, Leona is no longer a human being.

Well, of course she knows that this is wrong, but, but, but the game is really fun!
Leona is just a girl in her twenties after all. How could she not be interested in such new things?

Just as Leona was concentrating on playing the game on the communicator, she didn't notice that a halo had appeared behind her and a faint golden figure appeared in her room.

This is Mount Targon, the place where Runeland and the heaven are connected. Being on the top of Mount Targon, some powerful being can certainly transmit his spiritual will and appear here.

The golden figure just watched Leona silently, and after a moment, suddenly stretched out his hand.

Then, there was Leona's scream.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"No, you can't do that!"

"I almost made it through this! Goddess, how could you do this!"

The communicator in her hand disappeared. Leona turned around quickly and said angrily, "Even...even God can't disturb me when I'm playing games, okay? !"

The goddess of the scorching sun snorted, stretched out her long legs, and held back Leona who was about to pounce on her in the air. Her fair and tender feet stepped on Leona's face. She was half lying in the air, her body seductive. Under the golden gauze dress, a hint of white was faintly visible. Her long legs were stretched out and then raised.

"It's my turn to play."

"But goddess, you've already played all day!" Leona said resentfully.

"Then it's my turn to play. This thing should have been mine, Leona. You are really not a competent spokesperson. The god you worship asks you for something, and you dare to refuse?" A trace of dissatisfaction appeared on her beautiful and heroic face. The Goddess of the Sun held the Hextech communicator in her hand, then placed it on her chest, then turned off the fighter game Leona was playing, switched the screen, and the Sun started playing her favorite card game.

Seeing that the Sun Goddess had started playing the card game, Leona's eyes became even more resentful.

But soon, she rubbed her upturned nose, and went behind Lieyang, just watching him play games foolishly.

"I should have played this one, goddess." Leona said after looking at it for a while.

"Shut up! I can play by myself!" said the Sun Goddess unhappily, who had played the wrong card.

The gameplay of this card game is very interesting. You control three different characters: a warrior, a mage, and an archer, and then continuously pass levels, defeat monsters, and upgrade. After upgrading, you can obtain new and powerful cards, and then continue to challenge yourself.

But because of this, the seemingly simple game actually requires you to use your brain, because if you don't match the cards correctly or play them correctly, it will become more and more difficult to pass the level as time goes by.

Leona watched with great interest, and she had to admit that she could no longer accept a future without the golden box.

In the past, Leona spent every night reading or practicing, but now she has become a prisoner of this box.

But, can she be blamed?
Didn’t you see that the God she believed in was also playing?
As time passed, the Goddess of the Sun just played the game, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, and sometimes gritting her teeth. The scene was really interesting.

She had lived for who knows how long and was in a high position, but in such a short period of time, she showed all kinds of emotions because of this thing.

How could this picture not be interesting?
"It would be nice to have an extra one," Leona whispered.

But then she let out a long sigh.

Why. Why did the man only send one?

Can't you send another one?!
But after thinking about it carefully, Leona felt that she could not blame the other party. After all, no matter what the man named Rowan thought, he certainly could not have imagined that the Sun Spirit would actually snatch the communicator from her, right?

And just open your mouth and ask for it?

Why?
After all, it was strange that he could send one here, after all, he had a grudge against the Targonians, and Leona was the Saint of Targon Peak.
In short, Leona was feeling extremely resentful at the moment.

And things like this have been happening in various places in Runeterra in recent times.

Either you picked it up accidentally, or you suddenly found it in your own storage locker.

In Runeterra, many powerful and special beings have been exposed to the latest technology of the Twin Cities.

Just like a white-haired woman hiding in a cave, accompanied by the bright moon, with a curved blade placed at her feet and a white communicator in her hand, listening to music.

Just like in the archipelago of Baru, tall women with bulging muscles played with Hexcoms, played videos, ate meat and drank wine.

For example, somewhere on the Shadow Isles, on a green beach, a girl dressed exquisitely like a doll and holding a pair of large scissors is carefully using the scissors to touch a pink box on a large rock in front of her.

For example, in the temple of Ionia, a woman with dignified manners and noble and elegant temperament was looking at the communicator with a red face. In her mind, there were all kinds of voices mocking her, but she ignored them, rubbed her face, felt her face was hot and scary, but she couldn't help but read a story.

There is also a woman living in a sky tower, with her slender legs wrapped in black socks, her beautiful feet stepping on a dark energy ball, curiously studying the square box.
The swordsman walking between the two worlds watched the news and felt very convenient about it.
The monks living in the temple cannot see anything, but they can hear music.
Invisibly, a change, a real change that was different from the previous one, was born in Runeland.

The communicator manufactured by the Twin Cities and sent out by Rowentorisandre is changing the world.

Twin City Technology
Shocking!

Year 991, June 6th,
The world is knitted together by the Twin Cities.

(End of this chapter)