This chapter is revisited to make more sense, and be part of a larger story

Chapter 1

A purple portal appeared in the barren landscape. A boy of around 20 years walked out. (Boy would be an understatement, seeing the things he'd been in). 'This is the league world, right?'
'Yes, you already have an acute grasp of portals and their function. Considering the way you entered your first portal, it's an improvement. The boy shrugged and ran a hand through his curly locked hair. His face showed the amount of strength he possessed, and provided enemies with intimidation, and friends with hope. The dark cloak he wore made him feel invulnerable to all foul things, considering he'd escapes the last few unscathed. He smiled and relished the grip on his companion. He let power flow freely trough Virden, knowing how he had found the sword some three years ago, and had only recently discovered that it had a personality of its own.

'So, I have come here to increase my sexuality, because I'm going to need it in the upcoming battles?'
'Yes, Benjamin, not all battles are fought by blade or magic. Some, as you know, are fought mentally and others sexually. Do you remember this place?'
'Yes, Virden, my memory is returning now. Are you sure Danearys and the others are going to be fine? Do I need to bring Riven here again for the world to change?'
'There is no need Ben, and yes Danearys is safe, you helped repell the darkness which although will return, will take quite a long time.'
'Very well, let's make our way over to the institute.'

Ben took swift steps across the landscape. He recalled the warren parties. Swain for noxus, Jarvan 3 for demacia, Tyndamere and Ashe for Frejlord. Ashe... he remembered about Ashe, the Frejlordian queen. He had seen her once in person, when he was relaying a message from ionia tto demacia who had teamed up with Frejlord. He remembered her womanly smell, her blue cloak which made her more alluring, her breasts, which couldn't fit properly in her bra, her ass when she turned around. Oh he remembered. Maybe Ashe would be a good start to my sexual inclusion.
'I wouldn't advise you to start with Ashe, her sexual prowess far exceeds yours at this level. Just play along, and soon you can sleep with her'
'Damn it, I want to get inside her so bad'
'Patience, my friend', Virden told him.

His lust for Ashe broke down and he remembered the more saddening parts of the war. He had lost many a good friend in that war and had suffered his first sword through the left flank of his body, which had rendered him unconscious for a week and unable to perform heavy tasks for a month.

He abruptly dismissed his thoughts and focused on his surroundings. He was now quite close to the institute, remembering the main entrance which led to the courtyard and then the work offices. The summoning platform was theoretically not there. But it was in a form of crystal energy, which champions teleported to. The institute had been a built as a source of peace among the champions. It had been created as a last resort, because although, it gave protection to every champion, the world was never the same again. Well, I'm to here change that, I guess thought Ben to himself.

As he made his way across to where the office might be, a thick musky scent entered his nostrils. It was the scent of a woman, one he recognized. It was Ahri, a woman with nine tails that was rumoured to suck the life out of a man during intercourse. Ben usually steered clear of her, as the friends he had that fucked with Ahri, became sexual maniacs, and craved entirely for sex. This he knew, because two of them had actually tried to rape him.

'Well, hello there', Ahri gave him a wink. Adrenaline began pumping through Ben.

'Virden, i need to get settled here first, then I'll fuck this crazy bitch afterwards'

'Yes, it's best to get yourself sorted out first, then you can start training.'

Meanwhile, Ahri had leaned in closer to him, and her eyes glowed a brilliant yellow. She pushed his face into her breasts, but Ben lifted his face up and told her, 'Look, I'll talk to you later, ok?'

'Sure', Ahri crooned. Before, he left Ahri stroked his crotch quickly and gave him a kiss.

As Ben trudged onwards, he met champions he recognized, and who some of them were actually his friends. He spotted Ashe. He took in her figure and nodded in satisfaction. She hadn't changed a bit. He quickly resigned himself to speaking with Leblanc, who he assumed would be the leader here. He entered the group of buildings and climbed to the top floor. There, he saw Leblanc sitting at a desk. He walked in and greeted her.

'Greetings, traveller' said Leblanc prominently.

'Greetings, Leblanc'

'How do you know my name?'

'Coz you were one of the more influential beings that started the war for Runeterra.'

'War? What are you talking about?'

'They know nothing, Ben. That's why no-one recognized you. They were brainwashed to remove any feelings for each other. War does not happen in this world. Virfden told him

'Why am I here then? They don't fight, everything is good.' Ben spoke through his mind.

'A fantasy world is no world at all. You could either save the whole planet of Runeterra and its inhibitants, or you can destroy the planet, coz its almost better they die.'

So, Leblanc, can I join the league?'

Under normal circumstances, you'd have to train for one year to be eligible for the League. As you are a traveller and we have no records of you training, we can't really allow you.

Ben stood silent, waiting for her to continue

'But', Leblanc continued, 'If you can beat the fuck out of Draven, you can join instantly.'

Draven? Ah yes, he's the stuck-up prick with the flashy axes. The Noxian executioner, with his brother Darius, Katarina, the cruel but beautiful assasin, Talon, Swain and Cassiopeia. They were the main force of Noxus. Those axes spilled lots of blood in their days, Ben thought darkly.

'I'm willing to oblige with your conditions'

Leblanc frowned. 'You still haven't told me your name.'

Hmm...well its Benjamin.