“Ding! Iron Value +1!”

“Ding! Iron Value +1!”

“Ding! Iron Value +1!”

In the past, when playing basketball, what frustrated William Sullivan the most was that every time he pulled off a flashy combo, all he got in return was zero for five.

But now, William Sullivan was actually grinning from ear to ear because of his picture-perfect fadeaway brick!

This kind of happiness... no, this kind of pain, who could possibly understand?

Additionally, William Sullivan discovered that as long as he silently recited “system” in his mind, the system interface would appear before his eyes, and in the bottom right corner of the interface, there was a warm note: Only visible to the host.

However, since the system didn’t come with detailed instructions, through some trial and error, William Sullivan quickly discovered...

If he missed a shot on purpose... then the Iron Value wouldn’t increase!

“So that means, if I have the intention to deliberately miss, I can’t increase my Iron Value. This Iron Value only increases when I shoot subconsciously, and only if I miss...”

As expected, it wasn’t so easy to find a bug in this cheat, so William Sullivan quickly focused all his attention on shooting.

“Ding! Iron Value +1!”

“Ding! Iron Value +1!”

“Ding! Iron Value +1!”

“……”

“The next stage of the system requires 15,000 Iron Value. My god, after working so hard for so long, I’ve only bricked 54 times? Damn it, since when did I get so accurate?”

William Sullivan felt like crying, because after practicing for a while, his shooting touch inexplicably came back...

Who am I supposed to complain to about this?

I really just want to brick shots!

I want to be the Iron King!

Don’t stop me, don’t fight me for the nickname Iron Man!

“When will I ever reach 15,000 Iron Value at this rate!” The raging fire in William Sullivan’s chest instantly shrank to a tiny flame.

But giving up was out of the question. For other things, William Sullivan might lose interest after three minutes, but when it comes to basketball, even if he played for days and nights on end, William Sullivan would never get tired...

“Looks like I’ll have to learn from Hanamichi Sakuragi and do 20,000 shots in a week?”

But as William Sullivan’s shooting touch kept improving, William Sullivan realized... damn, he might have to practice way more than 20,000 shots!

And just as William Sullivan was engrossed in figuring out how to brick more joyfully with even harder shooting moves, suddenly...

“Your form is solid, but your release is way too slow. With a shot like that, you could take ten thousand shots and I’d block all ten thousand. Also, this court is mine.”

Following the direction of the voice, William Sullivan looked over...

And then, William Sullivan was petrified...

It was obvious...

The always-calm William Sullivan wasn’t just startled—he was truly shocked.

The two “startled”s mean different things, after all, the Chinese language is profound.

This is insane.

This is insane.

This is freaking insane!

The reason for William Sullivan’s petrification was simple: he recognized the person who suddenly appeared before him, although... this person looked much younger now...

Was it really him?

It really was him!

Yes!

Twenty-six years ago, wasn’t he in Philadelphia?

Yes!

Twenty-six years ago, wasn’t he just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid, in his prime?

Yes!

Even twenty-six years ago, among a group of black players, wasn’t he still just as handsome and unmatched?

In the words of his fans: 8 is faith, 24 means working hard 24 hours a day, the angel and devil of LA, friends come and go, but only the championship banners flutter in the rafters.

Pfft... those banners are clearly just being blown by the air conditioning!

He is the holder of the NBA’s all-time record for most missed shots.

He is the insurmountable hurdle in the basketball memories of many born in the 80s and 90s.

You can like him, you can hate him, you can even troll him, but what you can’t change is that he is a legend.

If, after Magic Johnson retired, Nash mastered the essence of his No-look pass, then this man developed his own No-pass look on top of that!

Mamba is the (ke) name (mi) the world uses to honor him, but William Sullivan (like most people) prefers to call him the Little Blacksmith.

The NBA’s only Northern God, the man who hammered out his ultimate move 14,481 times with Thor’s hammer, the Iron Shadow of the NBA’s Iron Country, the salt-bearer of the 81 spirit, his name is thunderous, his story is known to all, “Do not worry that no one understands you on the road ahead, for who in the world does not know your name?”

His name is Kobe, his surname is Bryant.

Kobe Bryant.

The Iron War God, the Angel of LA, all 8.1 billion blacksmith shops are his fiefdom.

William Sullivan could never mistake him.

Because he is a die-hard Kobe fan.

A devout and unyielding Kobe fan!

Even now, William Sullivan still feels like everything that happened the night before he transmigrated was just a hallucination.

William Sullivan froze. After a long while, he put down the basketball in his hand, slowly walked up to Kobe, then reached out and touched Kobe’s head. “It’s really you...”

Kobe: “???”

What the hell, why is this guy acting so weirdly affectionate right off the bat!