League of legends: Arcane: The Lost Man. Self Inset. (SI)

I have been wondering this cursed and polluted land in my boxers and just a t-shirt for the past hour.

people don't speak my language. some thugs tried to mug me as if I had anything of value. after beating the shit out of them I gained two shivs. It was not knives. or at least something I would call a knife, only a pointy piece of metal for stabbing with an improvised cloth handle. also some currency I did not recognize. plus a pair of pants that fitted me. thank god. I pray for the pathless thug that tried to mug me. It's a dick move but you asked for it.

being 6'11 and working out has its perks and its that you can pretty much overpower everyone physically and manhandle them as kids. good for fights. bad for dating since women really get intimidated when they see you. I shook my head as I remembered that woman saying "you could do anything to me and I would not be able to fight back" Jesus he was not a rapist. but just like that, the date went to shit.

I needed a drink.

after stopping an older man on the street and making a motion of drinking and pretending to be drunk to make a point he wanted to know how much booze he could get with what he solen… *cough* liberated… from those thugs.

the old man pointed him down the street. said something in their language and ran away. Jesus. being intimidating works well when you can reassure people that you are not a threat. but when you do not speak the language... FUCK...

walking down the main street he arrived at a bar with something written in neon lights at the front. I did not recognize the language. and I spoke/was able to read 4 of them from back home.

after ducking in and entering the front door designed for far shorter people the bar went quiet ignoring the people I approached the barman and sat at a high chair...

sitting at the bar he just dropped the currency he liberated from the thugs on the counter he just made a single motion, like drinking from a bottle before pointing at the liquor bottles on the wall.

the bear of a man just nodded and placed a brown liquor bottle with a glass in front of him.

I started to chug the bottle until it was half empty. after the buzz, I would get to slow it down. but for now, he wanted to get fucked up.

I heard a few words that I recognized. "Piltover. Vander. Demacia" etc. if this were not a polluted dark city with malnourished thugs that try to stab you for your underwear because it looks "fancy" then I would have called it just a delusion or hallucination, perhaps schizophrenia.

"VI!" a group of kids ran into the bar and the bear-man (not bar-man, pun intended) went after them. they seemed beaten up, dirty and tired.

"fuck me" I just whisper as I recognize the teens that ran in, Vi, Powder/jinx, Clager? Clegar? Caltagar? and the skinny kid who I did not remember the name rush down to the basement with an angry Vander behind them.

Im in Fucking ARcAnE. FUCKKKKKK

Ok, calm down me. calm down. if I'm able to get some hextech crystals and the theory book from Viktor and Jayce I will be able to manufacture hextech weapons. perhaps even an iron man suit lookalike. well perhaps not. since the whole magi tech fucks me up big time. but I did not study engineering and mechanics for no reason. perhaps difficult but still attainable. not a genius though.

I rub my head as I was having the mother of all headaches.

it would be 5 to 6 years after Vander's """death"""" for the perfect hextech crystals to be introduced. which means chem tech, for now, not touching Shimmer, that shit will make me mutate.

Fuck. I wish I would have listened to my grandmother and studied some chemistry. I was shit with the periodic table. but I only needed someone good with it. instead, I would provide the ideas and designs for the practical parts. leave the chemistry to people like Singed. "the mutation must survive" Jesus that line always gave me chills, but he was… is? the best antihero in the story. only closely followed by Selico, but instead of being a power-hungry psycho like Selico, he sought Knowlege instead of power. he could be reasoned with.

At least I think so. Play with fire and you will get burned…. I know, i don't have another choice.

Mundo? mad man that went full steroids. Ekko? just a clueless kid as of now. fuck might as well make a shrine and pray for Janna. perhaps a bit of eye candy, if she shows up, would not hurt. The point is I'm fucked. big time.

if I would have landed in Demacia, I could become a soldier with my size and strength. even without superpowers like Garen. if it was Demacia. same thing. Ionia? just got a have a hermit life in the middle of nowhere. I know how to hunt and forage. but it had to be Zaun! FUCK

well "under city" as it's called for now.

Drinking the rest of the bottle I just sighed. shit. well, no crying over spilled milk. look at the bright side my man (talking to myself yea) at least you got pants.

Looking at the bar counter in front of me I saw some change. Fuck Vander was really an honest guy. he could have kept it all for himself and swindled me. instead, he gave me the change.

what to do? if I'm right in less than a few days/weeks? Vander would be Toast same for Claggar? and skinny fuck. Vi would abandon Powder/jinx and Silico will take over the undercity as crime boss/lord/king.

I banged my head on the counter multiple times. "what to do?"