Chapter 345: Midgame
All ten heroes materialized onto the battlefield, but there was no denying the odd one out.
There, standing in the jungle, shirtless and absurdly buff, was Milkman Maximus, his two oversized metal jugs sloshing with white foam as he struck a pose.
Crabby chuckled from the caster’s booth. "It’s been a while since I’ve seen that hero in the meta. Wasn’t he gutted after the last revamp?"
"Yeah," Real-Faker muttered, squinting. "They changed his whole kit. He’s... difficult now. Not unplayable, just new. You need timing and a good team to build around him."
"And a death wish," Crabby added.
- Zeno, pls surrender now
- MILKMAN? REALLY??
- Bro’s gonna 0/9 before the game even hits ten minutes
- okay but lowkey I’m curious how this goes
"Let’s see what he can do," Knots murmured, eyes glinting. "It’s Zeno, after all. We can’t expect anything from him."
Zeno was silent.
The jungle was quiet, too. His character moved slower than he was used to. No cat-like agility, no long-range poke. Every step Milkman Maximus made felt heavy. Each basic attack was a lumbering slam of metal.