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Chapter 414

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"VIP players will directly enter the Battle of the Butterfly." This meant that … no matter what the final result of these ten people was, they had already taken up ten spots in the Top 100.

On the last day before the preliminaries, the Dream Company suddenly announced such a malicious piece of news. This would undoubtedly cause a lot of dissatisfaction among the players.

Although in the hearts of every applicant, there was the hope that they would be invited, but in general … they also knew that the possibility of that happening was close to zero.

They had fought so hard in the Battle of the Bug, and they needed some luck to qualify for the next round. But these people entered the Top 100 directly after signing up. Even if they did nothing, they would still be able to get a place and a prize. What kind of logic was that?

And so … the foreseeable situation occurred … the forum exploded again.

Thankfully, the game company was prepared this time. They activated the limited-time posting function.

Even so, the number of posts after 5 pm continued to increase. It continued until midnight, and there was no sign of it slowing down.

A large number of conspiracy theorists jumped out. Posts like "The Dream Company ignored the principle of fairness and decided on the ranking!", "Did a rich person buy a spot in the Top 100?" "The so-called Tournament for the Best is just a farce created by the studio and the Dream Company.", and so on. There were many malicious posts.

Even though these posts had no basis and were purely speculation, they still had plenty of supporters.

During this period, the customer service department of Thriller Paradise was in a half-paralyzed state. The online customer service department was swamped by messages. If they were to reply to the messages one by one, they would need to spend three working days to reply to all the messages that they received in the past three hours. The phone service department was even worse. All the operators were busy, and they could only guarantee less than ten percent of the calls.

Obviously, the players wanted an 'explanation'.

Finally, at 8 pm, after the players had been busy for three hours, the official website of the Dream Company slowly released an additional announcement regarding the 'VIP players'.

"The VIP players in this competition are the 'Seeded Players'. In other words, before the start of the Tournament for the Best, under the rules and competition format, the ten players whose elimination rate is closest to zero.

Separating the Seeded Players from the Battle of the Bug and the Battle of the Cocoon is a protection mechanism for the other players.

The VIP players will be selected by the system. At midnight on the 1st of May, the A.I. would complete the calculations and automatically announce the name list.

As for the details, please continue to pay attention to the official announcement.]

In a sense, this announcement was worse than the previous one …

The players were already unhappy with the existence of these ten people. Now, the game company actually said publicly, "These people are recognized by the system as experts who have a high chance of entering the top 100. Not letting them participate in the preliminaries is to protect you."

This was simply putting the seeded contestants on the fire to roast … If these ten people were really strong enough to make one's hair stand on end, then so be it. However, if their performance in the Battle of the Butterfly was unworthy of their reputation, or if their performance in the Battle of the Butterfly was lackluster, then they would definitely be maliciously attacked after the battle, and all kinds of shady rumors would be unavoidable.

Fortunately … Later on, it was proven that these ten fellows were indeed all monsters …



At 8: 15 that night, Feng Bujue logged into the game in non-sleeping mode. The first thing he did after logging in was to check his mail.

In the past few days, many strangers had sent Brother Jue friend requests, as well as some greeting and chatting emails. These people were all members of "Order".

On the 24th, after Understanding Death was sent away by Feng Bujue in the market, he went back to talk to Meng Jingchan. The two of them quickly reached a consensus and basically confirmed that Brother Jue was ranked second on the combat ability ranking. Then, they reported this to their superiors. This was immediately listed as the highest level of information within Order.

Therefore, since the early morning of the 24th, Brother Jue started to be harassed by Order on and off. Faced with this situation, Feng Bujue naturally ignored all of them. He glanced at the emails and deleted them, and rejected all of the friend requests. His way of dealing with them was simple … before they made any requests, he would nip them in the bud.

However, it seemed like they didn't give up … They were still trying to negotiate with Feng Bujue.

Order's way of doing things was really different from Ragnarok's way of doing things. Ragnarok's side was straightforward. After being decisively and firmly rejected, they didn't make any more pointless attempts.

As for Order … Feng Bujue was very sure that they had a department similar to the "Public Relations Department." Because in the emails and friend requests he received over the past few days, there were a lot of obviously feminine and very ambiguous IDs … The content of the emails went from "I'm so-and-so from Order, can I talk to you?" to "Brother Jue, Brother Crazy, so-and-so (referring to himself in the third person) can I talk to you?" to "I just want to get to know you, why are you ignoring me?" and so on …

Every time Brother Jue saw such emails, he got goosebumps all over his body. It felt like he was being solicited in a red-light district … What shocked him the most was that after those feminine IDs failed to negotiate with him, there were some strange IDs like "King's Man" and "Wig" who came looking for him. It seemed that Order really wanted to get on his good side … They had reached the point where they would stop at nothing.

"Ah … There's a new announcement …" Feng Bujue deleted the emails and opened the official website. "Hmm … Seeded players …" He mumbled. "Speaking of which, based on the content of this announcement … since I'm at the top of the ranking board, doesn't that mean I'll be one of the top ten players?" He pondered. "If that really happens, won't my name be posted on the official website and instantly become the target of millions of players?"

Brother Jue scratched his chin as he thought. "But … since I'm participating in this competition, it's only a matter of time before my strength is exposed … Even if I'm not a VIP player, with my strength, there's a very high chance that I'll be able to enter the Battle of the Cocoon or even the Battle of the Butterfly. The competition will be streamed and recorded, and the names of the players will be listed …" He sighed. "Is this the end of my low-profile days? If I'm fast, in four hours, if I'm slow, in half a month, I'll become a famous player.

How troublesome … "At that moment, a communication request popped up. It was from Passing Rain.

After Feng Bujue accepted it, he said directly, "You're quite early today."

"Laughing Soul and Xiao Tan have gone to play the Killing Game again," Passing Rain replied. "Why don't we queue up first?"

"Hmm? The two of them have been spending a lot of time alone recently … "Feng Bujue said.

"What are you trying to say?" Passing Rain asked in her usual icy tone.

"It's nothing … I'm just saying." Feng Bujue felt strangely nervous. He sped up his speech and even laughed awkwardly.

"Humph …" Passing Rain let out a strange laugh. It did not sound like a chuckle … In fact, there was a trace of joy in it.



At the same time, at the headquarters of the Dream Company in the real world.

Inside the largest office in the building, Woody was leaning comfortably in his chair. Through a 70-inch LCD television, he was watching a chess match …

"Is it interesting to watch mortals play chess?" Vincent's shadow suddenly appeared across the table.

"Hehe … I'm not watching them play chess," Woody replied. "I'm observing and analyzing their thought process."

"You want to see the human heart?" Vincent smiled. "Sitting in front of the screen, I'm afraid you won't be able to see that kind of thing."

"You're here just to stop me from watching the television?" Woody asked.

"I'm here to confirm with you …" Vincent said, "Are you really confident in the layout this time?"

"Hehehe … Don't you think that's a very boring question?" Woody laughed.

"Yeah … You've always been full of confidence …" Vincent let out a long sigh and continued, "But … Aren't you forgetting something?" He paused. "The competitive heart is one of the most dangerous potentials of human beings … Terms like 'VIP players' and 'seeded players', aren't they a bit too obvious? If you had those ten people fight honestly from the Battle of the Bugs, they would have easily passed the Battle of the Butterflies and entered the top fifty. But now … you're using this method to force them to fight the Battle of the Butterflies. That might lead to accidents. "

"No, no, no …" Woody wagged his finger. "Nothing can be called an accident." He covered his mouth and chuckled. "Hehehe … It doesn't matter if the opponent thinks highly of them or underestimates them, the result is the result. The loser is nothing more than that; the winner is the strongest. " He turned to look at Vincent. "Since the beginning of time, in the thousands of worlds … the ones who can step on others have always been those with supernatural power. The weak can only rely on the strong and continue to worship and imitate them. If they want to get their hands on the high and mighty Heavenly Seat, they have to see whether they have the capability to do so. "

"Ha …" Vincent chuckled. "Why does that sound like Simon's argument?"

"Because that is my argument … I just said it to Woody this morning." Simon's voice sounded. Unknowingly, he had already put his hands in his pockets and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the room. With a solemn expression, he looked at the bustling night view of the city outside the window and said, "Do you think … Without my permission, that guy who is always' hehehe 'would dare to act rashly?"

"Hmm … I get it now." Vincent said, "From the perspective of the judge, if those ten people start from the Battle of the Bugs in a low-key manner, it will be unfair to the other players."

"Hehehe … So … instead of worrying about those unnecessary 'accidents', why don't you look forward to Origin's performance this time …" Woody used his middle finger to push up his glowing glasses and said to his two colleagues, "I'm sure you want to see if Feng Bujue can do it … Hehehe …"

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