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[Name: Lee Seunghoon]
[Age: 17]
Control: D
Awareness: D+
Decision Making: D-
Speed: D
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[These are your stats, Host. These are the stats of the former Lee Seunghoon]
Seunghoon looked at the stats. He frowned, seeing how low they were.
"This guy started playing 5 years ago and yet his stats are this low? Just what is he doing?"
Seunghoon stared at the screen in disbelief.
"These are seriously his stats…"
His eyes skimmed the panel again, almost expecting it to change. But after a few seconds, nothing happened.
"D minus in decision-making? How is he deciding things for the game? Is he brain dead?"
Seunghoon leaned back on the chair with a long sigh. He wasn't mocking the original owner of the body, well, maybe just a little.
Honestly though, with these stats, Seunghoon should not even dream of becoming a professional player.
"This guy really had a huge dream," Seunghoon muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "But damn, no amount of dreaming is gonna fix this stats. What I need is actual
practice… and gaming."
[Host, would you like to view your own stats?]
The system's voice chimed again, it was still calm as ever.
"My own stats?"…Sure. Let's see what kind of player I am before I die."
Just like that, a new holographic panel slid open before his eyes.
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[Name: Kim Taejoong]
[Age: 21]
Control: D (A+)
Awareness: A
Decision Making: A+
Speed: D (A-)
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Seunghoon's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the panel.
These were his stats. His real ones. The ones from before everything fell apart for him.
"…A+ in decision-making, A in awareness…" he whispered, eyes lingering on the faded glory of his peak.
But his control… his speed…
"D…" he murmured, voice barely audible.
"D for both…"
He understood why it was like that.
The reason came back, rushing to his brain as if reminding him why he was a failure.
The hand injury.
The one that ruined everything for him.
That sharp, twisting pain that began as a nuisance and ended his career.
Seunghoon clenched his fists at the memory. He was expecting that familiar tightness in his hand— that agonizing flare of pain in his wrist.
But there was nothing.
He blinked. He repeatedly blinked.
'There was no pain?'
Cautiously, Seunghoon rotated his wrist. Slowly. Then again, faster. He rolled his hand, stretched his fingers wide, balled them into a fist, then snapped them open again.
Still nothing.
His other hand followed. The movement of his wrist was smooth, steady, and fluid.
A breath hitched in his throat.
"They're fine…" he said, almost not believing it. "They're actually fine…"
His body trembled slightly as he flexed both hands again, this time more confidently.
"I can now play…normally."
Seunghoon's vision blurred. Not from fatigue. But from the welling heat behind his eyes.
Tears.
It had been so long since he felt this way.
So long since he felt whole.
Finally…
Just finally…
[Host, your current body is free from the injuries sustained in your previous life.]
The system's calm voice cut in again, grounding him to reality.
[However, just as said earlier, your current stats are based on Lee Seunghoon's baseline, not your past self's. That's why in order to regain your former stats, you must complete designated system missions.]
Seunghoon wiped his eyes quickly, forcing a shaky breath.
"So what, just grinding ranked all over again?"
[Yes, Host. Training daily will assist your growth. However, accomplishing missions will allow you to directly upgrade your attributes.]
"Alright then…" Seunghoon leaned forward, eyes locked on the glowing interface.
"Give me the first mission."
A soft beep rang out, followed by a new pop-up:
[New Mission:]
- Familiarize yourself with the account (Basic profile, settings, history)
- Play 5 matches in Classic Mode (0/5)
[Reward: +1 Attribute Upgrade of your choice]
When Seunghoon read it, his lips curled into a small determined smile.
"That's easy." He cracked his knuckles.
"Let's start over then," he muttered as his eyes shifted on the monitor in front of him.
Seunghoon clicked on the mouse.
The screen transitioned smoothly, revealing his account page in full. His IGN was simple and forgettable. Next to it, a rather plain badge blinked faintly, indicating his current rank.
Rank: Arc III (⭐⭐☆☆)
Seunghoon squinted.
"…Arc?" he mumbled in a low voice.
"So he's in the middle rank," He exhaled slowly
Rise of Legacy has 10 available ranks:
Stone
Bronze
Iron
Steel
Arc
Flare
Mythic
Ascendant
Celestial
Paragon
The ranking system was brutal. From Stone all the way up to Flare, players had to grind through five divisions per rank (V, IV, III, II,I) with I being the highest. Every winning game earns them a star, while losing also meant losing stars.
A player needs to accumulate four stars to qualify for a promotion to the next division or rank..
However, once you got into Mythic, the system shifted.
There were no more stars—only match points, earned or lost depending on performance in a match. If you climb high enough in Mythic, you can enter Ascendant, where only the top 1000 players stood.
Above that? Celestial with the top 100. And finally, Paragon, where the strongest of the strong stood. Only the top ten players from each server could have that special rank.
'One day, I'll have that rank again…"
Scrolling down further, Seunghoon scanned through the match history. A long list of losses, sprinkled with a few occasional wins greeted him. Most games had an average kill/death/assist ratio.
Nothing stood out.
Total Ranked Matches: 4,263
Win Rate: 43.7%
"..."
It wasn't that awful… but it wasn't great either, especially when looking at the winrate. Anything below 50% in winrate typically means the player is losing more games than his winning, which was not that… good.
"I can't help but judge this person." Seunghoon's brows knit slightly before he clicked into another tab to check what roles he had played the most.
A new chart appeared in a second mapping Seunghoon's preferred roles and performance across games.
Primary Role: Midlane
Secondary Role: None Selected
"Mid, huh…" Seunghoon tilted his head.
It was a position that demanded fast decision-making, sharp mechanics, and the ability to carry or stall the game's momentum. It was also one of the most contested roles. If you didn't dominate your lane, you were basically handing over control of the map.
"Not bad," he murmured. "He chose the right lane if he wanted to prove himself."
But looking at the win rate and average scores… the kid never really figured out how to play the lane properly.
Seunghoon leaned back in the chair again, his arms crossed as he processed everything.
[Congratulations! You have finished the first mission.]
Finding out that he used to play mid was a relief. If the original Seunghoon had been a support main or jungle player, things would've gotten awkward fast.
But midlane—that was his domain.
In his prime, he ruled the midlane. There was no one comparable to him. He was the center, the heart of the team.
Well, it didn't last long because of his hand injury.
"This might actually work out," he murmured.
It wouldn't be easy.
Starting from scratch never was, especially when it has been years too since he played. But the fundamentals, he knew he still had those.
And now, with a new body, a working wrists, and a system designed to help him grow, he had something he hadn't felt in years.
Hope.
Seunghoon exhaled loudly, pushing himself away from the desk slightly before adjusting the mouse and keyboard into place.
"Let's see what kind of lobby I end up in…"
His eyes flicked toward the monitor. With one final glance at the
The screen shifted instantly.
Queueing for Classic Mode…
Estimated Time: 0:45 seconds
The soft ticking of the countdown began as his fingers tapped lightly against the desk. It was a sound that he hadn't realized he missed.
It felt like coming home.
[Match Found.]
"Alright…" he muttered to himself, eyes narrowing slightly as a familiar voice sounded against his ear.
"Let's play."