I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 162 - 134: The Genius Became One of the 100,000 Heav

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At that mont, in a coastal city in another corner of Hua Country,

a middle-aged man nad Qi Dongxu was lying back in his chair, unable to resist questioning his life.

It was the evening of April 5th, the second day of the Tomb Sweeping Day holiday.

After spending a day resting post ancestor-worshipping, he thought about finding sothing to kill so ti and logged into Go Network, which he hadn’t played in a long ti.

It wasn’t that Qi Dongxu hadn’t considered playing so fast-paced, fun gas; he used to like CS a lot.

However, since the last ti, when he was massacred by so erging genius in CS, treating him like a bot, he hadn’t touched the ga for a long ti.

Even though he later learned that the person who said "It’s okay, two minutes was great" had climbed to the top league and wouldn’t encounter him, a re office worker who only wanted to play casually.

But he still swore to himself that he wouldn’t touch that damn ga for at least two months.

The feeling of being unarmored and killed with a USP was like his spirit was shattered.

While playing, he had started to wonder whether he was a bot himself.

What gambler always loses, what child always cries?

Yet, whenever he faced that guy, he was instantly killed as if his body automatically attracted bullets.

That had left him unable to muster any motivation at work for a long ti.

So, today.

After glancing at the CS icon for a mont, he decisively chose to control his mouse and click on the Go Network app beside it.

Thinking about his forr standard as an Amateur Fifth Rank, although he hadn’t played chess in a while, he could at least match up with Amateur Third or Fourth Ranks.

After all, the stronger among the Amateur Fifth Ranks could even challenge the Professional First Ranks and sotis even win a ga or two.

While he wasn’t that strong, just being at a rather average level within Amateur Fifth Rank, he could still be considered a genius in any small city.

Originally, he had studied Go due to his talent for it, but later changed his path after glimpsing into the true domain of the gods and realizing that being a genius was just the threshold for Go.

Eventually, he gave up Go for other pursuits.

With his current skills, playing Go online against random people was still quite easy.

But because he wasn’t practicing but playing for entertainnt this ti, Qi Dongxu didn’t want to accidentally match with top players using his own account and jump straight into intense gas.

So, he borrowed an Amateur Second Rank account from a Go friend group, planning to have so fun dominating the weaker players with his richer Amateur Fifth Rank experience and skills.

However...

After he was routed in just twenty minutes,

he was unable to recover for quite a long ti.

No way, right?

Has the quality of the fishpond increased this much? Perhaps this is the punishnt for trying to blast fish?

Qi Dongxu, doubting life, lay in his chair, utterly baffled by his luck.

Was he inherently just a stepping stone?

Thinking of blasting fish but ended up getting blasted?

Reflecting on the just-finished ga, he thoroughly reviewed it.

He realized he had simply made a spoon move after a long break from playing, leading him to play a move "Dragon," and then was imdiately suppressed and treated like a bot.

Oh, not right; in the Go domain you shouldn’t say bot, but rather he was treated like Zhan Ying.

Two huge dragons died tragically, losing more than two hundred points.

It was thoroughly painful.

He was so embarrassed he didn’t feel like continuing and imdiately conceded the ga.

After a long review,

Qi Dongxu switched to his main account and started another ga, only to encounter that "I’m a newbie."

Clearly, that guy had quickly ascended many ranks on Go Network.

Qi Dongxu intended to play seriously this ti.

But the result was, he didn’t play a spoon move this ti, but sohow,

he inexplicably lost.

The sense of being crushed was overwhelming.

He was sure the opponent wasn’t using AI; after all, he never saw those notoriously common strategies frequently used by AI. The style was also different from AI’s aggressive territorial style.

Clicking on the "I’m a newbie" profile and viewing those records made in half a day.

Qi Dongxu couldn’t believe this was a newbie, definitely so expert on a sub-account who coincidentally blasted him, thinking to blast others.

After a long silence.

Qi Dongxu chose to shut down the computer, lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Playing gas was just pointless.

Playing chess was also pointless.

He, being inherently a stepping stone and habitual victim, should have so self-awareness.

Qi Dongxu, already driven to a self-reclusive state, closed his eyes and chose to just fall into a deep sleep.

As for Go...

He wouldn’t touch it again for the next two months either.