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Chapter 417: Fame at Last
Chapter 417: Fame at Last
At 12:01 a.m. on May 1st, Feng Bu Jue received a system email that changed everything.
The subject line read: [Congratulations! You Have Been Selected as an Invited Player]
The message was straightforward:
*"Dear Mr. Mad Bu Jue,
You have been officially recognized by the system as a seeded contestant in this year's Summit Confrontation. You will directly enter the [Butterfly Arena] stage to participate in the 'Hundred to Fifty' elimination combat. Best of luck!
— System Notification"*
At the exact same moment this email arrived, the list of ten invited players was published on the official website:
[tian tian gui xiao], [Zui Wo Chang Ran], [Shiva], [Yama], [Wu Dao Ke], [Fei Chai Shu], [Xu Huai Shang], [Shidao Wei Wang], [Matcha Su], [Mad Bu Jue]
Within three minutes of the announcement, Feng Bu Jue’s inbox exploded with messages.
Friend requests, duel challenges, and especially emails poured in like a digital avalanche. His inbox resembled a virus-infected server—emails didn’t arrive one by one or in clusters, but by the page.
Before tonight, Feng Bu Jue had never needed to check how many emails a single inbox page could display. Now he knew: thirty subject lines and one line of preview text per message. Between midnight and 1 a.m., his inbox surpassed 1,000 pages—the page counter reading "1, 2, 3, 4999, 999+ Last Page." If left unchecked, the ellipsis would soon read "1999+ Last Page" by dawn.
“This game’s system is seriously impressive,” Feng Bu Jue muttered, staring at the touchscreen. “Regular email services online max out at 2-3GB storage. Virtual mailboxes in other games are even smaller, with strict limits on message counts. Yet here I am, receiving over a thousand emails and the system’s still running smoothly…”
This chaos was inevitable. Among the ten invitees, Feng Bu Jue was the only unknown variable.
Before the announcement, the combat power leaderboard looked like this:
1. [tian tian gui xiao] (Order)
2. [anonymous] (suspected by many to be Feng Bu Jue post-leak)
3. [Shiva] (The Gods)
4. [Zui Wo Chang Ran] (Order)
5. [Fei Chai Shu] (freedomclass player)
6. [Xiao Wen Cang Tian] (Jianghu)
7. [Vishnu] (The Gods)
8. [Brahma] (The Gods)
9. [Wu Si Can Xuan] (Order)
10. [Wu Dao Ke] (Jianghu)
11. [Sheng Yu Pian] (Order)
12. [Yama] (The Gods)
13. [Meng Jing Chan] (Order)
14. [anonymous] (another alias—[Xu Huai Shang])
15. [Kuangzong Jianying] (Jianghu)
16. [Seven Kill] (Blade Guild)
17. [Matcha Su] (Shanhe)
18. [Shidao Wei Wang] (Shidao)
19. [caibupainenotafraid] (Jianghu)
20. [Tianma Xingkong] (Stars)
After the recent Mantle Scramble battle, Feng Bu Jue’s Soul Intent mastery had propelled him from obscurity into the top tiers. His rise displaced others—[Shiva], [Wu Si Can Xuan], and [Seven Kill] each dropped one rank, while [caibupainenotafraid] climbed from 19th to 18th. Meanwhile, former 19th-ranked [Zhao Ying Wang] vanished from the top 20 entirely.
Yet these rankings meant little in actual combat. A player ranked #50 might dominate one at #80 if their skills countered each other. However, the system ranked players based on statistical probabilities—matching their data against the entire player pool to calculate average win rates. Even if #80 beat #50 a hundred times straight, their broader performance against random opponents would determine the standings.
Feng Bu Jue stood apart from the other invitees. The nine others were established legends—[Xu Huai Shang], though using an anonymous alias, remained a star player due to her notoriety. But [Mad Bu Jue]? A complete enigma.
The player community erupted in skepticism.
Most clicked “Delete All Unknown Messages” long before reaching their inbox. Feng Bu Jue, however, had a Reading Compulsion—though not so severe that he’d read every harassing email. After skimming two hundred, he limited himself to subject lines and opening sentences.
The breakdown:
1. Inquiry Type (60%): The majority. “Who are you?” “Brother, which guild are you with?” “Are you the real #2?” “Did you fake this invite?” “A GM’s alt?”
2. Jealous Type (20%): Sarcastic barbs. “Rich kid related to the Ceo?” “How much did your invite cost?” “Heaven sees all!”
3. Networking Type (15%): Wild attempts at friendship. One email attached a stick of gum titled “Let’s Be Friends.” Another sent a can labeled “Two Together Are Best.”
4. Bizarre Type (5%): Toss-up guesses. Some assumed “Mad Bu Jue” was a fake account, sending random characters just to test if the email bounced. Others sent “Hehe,” “Wtf,” “God-tier noob,” “Cheat plugin sales,” and “Old Army Doctor for Athlete’s Foot.”
Feng Bu Jue’s response was ruthless—delete, delete, delete. With the batch-delete function, he cleared pages at one per minute. He added everyone outside the Inquiry Type to his blacklist, sparing himself future headaches.
For five hours (in-game time), he sat on his folding stool, methodically scrolling and deleting. It felt like browsing a forum—except the forum was his own inbox.
Meanwhile, real forums buzzed with speculation. “Mysterious Player Mad Bu Jue” trended among the top topics, accounting for 20% of all posts. Countless “eyewitnesses” claimed to know him—[Loneliest When Missing You], [Doom Strike], [Final Strike], and dozens more. Yet those who truly knew him—friends, studios, and fellow elites—remained silent.
The result? A paradox. So many false rumors drowned out genuine whispers. Theories grew wilder: cannibalism, eight-armed monsters, or even a digital ghost trapped in the game world.
Mad Bu Jue hadn’t even appeared in a public match yet—but across servers, he’d already become an urban legend.
(End of Chapter)
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