Guild infirmary!
"Are you sure it's alright, Porlyusica?" Makarov, looking like a small old man with a jester's hat on his head, sat in a chair, behind him lay a comatose Ezreal on the bed.
"Stop talking nonsense, Makarov, you're getting more long-winded as you get older." Porlyusica walked out of the infirmary's restroom, holding a white towel that had just been rinsed with hot water, speaking without reservation.
Porlyusica was still dressed in her red overcoat. She walked to Ezreal's bedside with the hot towel and gently wiped the face of the unconscious Ezreal.
"I am certain that this child has no other injuries on his body apart from skin damage caused by sand. His unconsciousness is due to another reason."
"You must have noticed it too, Makarov." After Porlyusica finished wiping Ezreal's face with the towel, she refolded it, turned it over, and gently placed it on Ezreal's head.
The unconscious Ezreal seemed to be experiencing some nightmare, his body occasionally trembling slightly, but his aura was continuously strengthening.
"This child seems to be regaining his memories. That's what you wanted to say, isn't it?" Makarov didn't turn around, but he could sense the continuous strengthening of Ezreal's aura behind him.
It was a feeling similar to boiling water; the originally cool water seemed to be gradually warming up, and if it continued, it would eventually boil.
"Yes, it should be very important memories, seemingly related to combat. For this child, it should be a good thing. Although his magic power hasn't changed, the aura around him is getting stronger and stronger." Porlyusica sighed, looking at the unconscious Ezreal whose brows were tightly furrowed.
"However, this memory is a bit too vast. The reason he remains unconscious is his brain's self-protection mechanism. Once all the memories are fully digested, he will wake up on his own. I'm not sure how long that will take."
"Can't we wake him up with healing magic? I remember you saying that a large amount of information suddenly flooding the mind can easily drive a person mad, right?" Makarov said with some concern.
"No, using healing magic at this time would only have the opposite effect and could very likely lead to memory confusion. While a large influx of external information can be dangerous, what is currently impacting this child is his own memories, so the danger is not high. He just needs enough time to digest them." Porlyusica decisively rejected Makarov's suggestion and explained it to him very seriously.
For an old man who treated every guild member like family and had a paternalistic mindset, Makarov would absolutely not rest assured if it wasn't explained clearly.
"I hope this child wakes up soon." Makarov muttered to himself with some worry, then jumped off the stool and left the infirmary with Porlyusica... Ezreal felt like he had a long dream, in which he was summoned to a place called Summoner's Rift.
There, he teamed up with different people and fought against different people.
In the Rift, death was not the end, but rather a brief wait as a spirit before being able to re-enter the battlefield.
After each battle, new teams were immediately formed, and new opponents were matched, and the battles became increasingly difficult with each passing encounter.
In battle after battle, some who might have been reliable teammates in the previous fight became formidable opponents in the current one.
Ezreal experienced battle after battle from a strange first-person perspective.
From weak to strong.
When he first joined the battlefield, both his teammates and opponents seemed a bit dazed and foolish.
In the first battle, Ezreal found himself constantly being killed by enemies, so he had to venture into the jungle, mimicking a burly man who looked irritable with two axes, to fight a massive frog that exuded purple poisonous gas.
However, the frog didn't seem easy to deal with either; Ezreal was taken down by the frog's spitting venomous projectiles.
"The unseen blade is the deadliest." A man in a pitch-black ninja suit with fist blades equipped on the back of his hands flashed past Ezreal. Two dark shadow clones surrounded him and, along with the ninja-like man, struck him with three shurikens.
A dark, windmill-shaped shuriken pattern appeared above his head. Before Ezreal could retaliate, a burst of black energy exploded in his chest, killing him instantly...
"Though I wander, I am not lost."
Before Ezreal was a person dressed as a wandering samurai, with long, artistic ponytail hair, and his longsword unleashed a whirlwind.
Ezreal skillfully dodged with Arcane Shift. But at some point, the sword-wielding samurai had already appeared behind him.
The longsword in his hand spun and slashed, directly launching Ezreal into the air. The samurai then flew up with his sword, and a series of slashes, accompanied by wind blades, cut Ezreal down.
"Follow the wind, but watch your back."
...
"Justice, either by law or by force!"
The mighty general, clad in gold and white heavy armor, heavily plunged his greatsword, as wide as a door panel, into the ground, and a giant sword made of condensed energy descended from the sky.
This mighty general's body was as solid as a mountain.
Ezreal's attacks seemed to have no effect on him. As the giant sword descended, the strong impact knocked Ezreal to the ground, unable to get up...
As the number of battles continuously increased, Ezreal learned the names of his teammates and opponents, gradually mastered his abilities, gained more combat experience, and his teamwork with his allies also improved.
Most of the time, Ezreal knew how to adjust his output position, roam to support and create advantages, or coordinate with the front-line tank teammates for damage in team fights, without needing prompts from his teammates...
Ezreal dodged the robot's hook, then immediately retaliated after using Arcane Shift to change position, but Olaf, wielding two axes, suddenly rushed out from the corner bush again.
Olaf, with his Ragnarok ability activated, was completely immune to Mystic Shot's slow effect from the crown of embers, and charged at Ezreal with a roar.
Ezreal remained calm, using Arcane Shift again to widen the distance while also unleashing another wave of damage, then retreating while fighting.
Just as the lightning-flashing twin axes were about to strike, a soul lantern was thrown from behind the high wall of the Rift. Ezreal stood beside the glowing lantern, and his body, along with the lantern, passed through the wall like a spirit, arriving next to his teammate Thresh...
"Charge!"
The somewhat clumsy Malphite charged into the crowd, knocking up three people.
"This blade's power, it grows with every strike."
The Yasuo followed closely with his sharp sword, his wind-blade-infused slashes swift and fierce.
Ezreal jumped in place, accumulating energy in his left hand to open a blue energy bow as tall as himself, and a gigantic golden energy wave, shaped like a crescent moon, shot out.
It slashed towards Jinx, who was holding a rocket launcher, but was blocked by Braum, who was holding a giant ice shield and lunged forward to intercept it.
"Braum is here!"
The giant ice shield remained unbroken after taking the crescent slash. Braum leaped high in place, slamming his ice shield onto the ground. A shockwave made of ice rushed directly towards Ezreal, followed by a giant rocket fired by Jinx.
Ezreal didn't even dodge, standing his ground and continuing to fire Mystic Shots at the two.
Just as the giant rocket and ice shockwave were about to hit, a Wind Wall rose from the ground, easily blocking both of their attacks.
It was Yasuo's Wind Wall! At the cost of Malphite, Yasuo, having dealt with three enemy champions, quickly returned to aid Ezreal.
Wielding his sharp sword, Yasuo took a step, and his blade, swirling with green wind blades, slashed towards Braum.
Braum remained unfazed, blocking the sword attack with his shield, then forcefully pushing the shield to ram, a ram-head shaped ice energy struck Yasuo, leaving an ice mark on him, and then quickly followed up with a heavy punch before jumping back to Jinx's side.
Jinx had already switched to her minigun, and two rapid shots from the minigun triggered the ice mark on Yasuo.
With a crackling sound similar to breaking ice, Yasuo was frozen in place.
Ezreal didn't let Yasuo fall into danger alone. The moment he was frozen, a Mystic Shot successfully separated the two.
The golden flash of Arcane Shift appeared, and Ezreal appeared beside Jinx. White mystic energy mixed with golden Sunshine Arrows rained down on the unconventional girl.
Jinx was not to be outdone, spitting out a mouthful of blood, she arrogantly raised her weapon, and the minigun's barrel spewed blue lasers in retaliation.
An intense showdown between tech-guns and mystic magic!
Braum, who was nearby, tried to provide support but was intercepted by a Whirlwind Slash from the unfrozen Yasuo, after which the two began to grapple.
Sword wind and ice splattered in all directions!
...Scene after scene of battles using the hero Ezreal appeared in his mind, replayed from the first-person perspective of a direct participant.
From a Summoner controlling him through a screen, he became Ezreal in the battlefield of the Rift, and the real and endless battles tempered his heart and abilities to be incredibly powerful.
From occasionally dying in battles with Marsh Frogs and Shadow Wolves, to dancing in battlefields where magic shone, cannons roared, and swords clashed.
Ezreal knew that this was the process of him, as the hero "Ezreal the Explorer," growing from weak to strong in Summoner's Rift.
The Summoner from before had grown stronger, progressing from Iron to Master step by step. And now, those past battle memories were relived from a first-person perspective.
Ezreal had grown stronger, and these battle memories filled his shortcomings, allowing him to truly master this body.
Now, the Sun magic called Halo of Brilliance!
The explorer's gauntlet from the Tyrant of Shurima!
And Ezreal's hero name!
They truly and completely belonged to him!
"Time is not about how much you have, but how you control it."
"Fight like a hero, or die like a coward."
"No one can say their life is easy, but it's certainly what makes it fascinating."
"All of my past life is spelled out in failures, but that doesn't stop me from moving forward."
"A concentrated will can pierce through solid rock."
"Let's do it again, and this time, let's do it right."
"True death is never having lived."
"You only get one life, but if you use it well, it's more than enough."
Scene after scene of battles completely merged into Ezreal's mind. Before he woke up, the heroes who had fought alongside him or against him on the battlefield stood together, bidding farewell in the depths of his mind.
The wandering mage with a scroll on his back gave a thumbs up.
Yone, wielding twin swords, took off his mask.
Irelia, with blades floating behind her, smiled.
The Sett, in his large high-backed chair, stood up.
Soraka, with a single horn on her head, clasped her hands in devout prayer.
Twisted Fate, wearing a cowboy hat, held a yellow card with "good fortune" written on it between his fingers.
These familiar figures gradually blurred until they completely disappeared.
In the deepest part of his mind, a young man with dazzling golden hair and a sunny smile emerged.
"I am Ezreal!"