[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 Se 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.
Red clicked on the mouse.
The screen transitioned smoothly, revealing his account page in full. His IGN was simple. Next to it, a rather plain badge blinked faintly, indicating his current rank.
Rank: Arc III (⭐⭐☆☆)
Red 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: (Lowest to Highest)
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 means 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 which was 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 stand.
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, Red 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.
But still, nothing stood out.
Total Ranked Matches: 1,263
Win Rate: 43.7%
"..."
It wasn't that awful… but it wasn't great either, especially when looking at the win rate ercentage
Anything below 50% in winrate typically means the player is losing more games than they win, which was not that… good.
"I can't help but judge this person." Red'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 Red's preferred roles and performance across games.
Primary Role: Midlane
Secondary Role: None Selected
"Mid, huh…" Red 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 to the other team.
"This is 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.
Red leaned back in the chair again, his arms crossed as he processed everything.
[Congratulations! You have finished the first mission. Please finish the 2nd one to unlock your reward.]
Finding out that he used to play mid was a relief. If the original Red 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 since he played. But the fundamentals, he knew, he still had those.
And now, with a new body, working wrists, and a system designed to help him grow, he had something he hadn't felt in years.
Hope.
Red 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."