Here, let's put aside the outcome of the deal between Feng Bujue and the Blood Corpse God for now.

The answer will be revealed within ten chapters.

Let's first...

What? What are you saying? Using that trick again? What happened when Jue-ge went to Ruo Yu's house last time hasn't been explained yet either?

That's right, that's how it is...

I remember the first time I saw this kind of technique where it looks like something is about to happen, but the process is skipped over, was in a battle where a certain boy was piloting Unit-01 to intercept an Apostle. At that time, the screen went black, then bright, and I saw the ceiling of the hospital.

That feeling... is not good.

I must learn to use such a high-end, outrageous, and crazy method.

So, let's go back to the story...

After leaving the Free Exploration Mode, Feng Bujue disconnected and got out of the game pod.

As soon as he opened the hatch, he smelled the aroma of food and heard the sound of rising steam.

"Whoa~ I didn't see wrong." Feng Bujue walked to the kitchen and looked at Ruo Yu, who was wearing an apron and busy at the stove, with a strange smile on his face, "What's gotten into you today?"

"I went home to visit my parents just now, and we chatted about some family matters..." Ruo Yu was still her usual indifferent self, not even looking at Jue-ge, and busied herself with her own things, "Then my mother nagged me about some things... So... I went to the market on the way back."

"Hehe... your mother is indeed very sensible~" Feng Bujue smiled teasingly, "Does that mean... you'll be doing the cooking from now on?"

"You're overthinking it..." Ruo Yu replied, "I just feel... as a guest, I haven't even cooked a single meal since moving in, which is a bit unreasonable."

"So you're going to make this one meal, and then you won't feel any guilt eating a thousand or eight hundred meals from me in the future, right?" Jue-ge continued.

"Hmm..." Ruo Yu thought for a moment, a look of trying hard to think appearing on her face, and replied after a few seconds, "That's right."

Feng Bujue shrugged and smiled: "Okay..." It was unclear what cute point he had seen in the other party's reaction, but his smile seemed very warm, "Do you need my help?"

"No, just relax and wait for a ready-made meal today," Ruo Yu replied.

"Then good luck," Feng Bujue responded and left the kitchen.

At this time, there was no need to be further polite; neither of them were the type to pretend.

After returning to the living room, Feng Bujue sat down at the computer desk and opened the official website of Dream Inc.

He had just glanced at the situation in the kitchen and estimated that there was still some time before dinner, so he could spend these dozens of minutes browsing the forum.

"Hmm... compared to S1, the management and response measures this time are much better," Feng Bujue's first impression after entering the forum was that.

Dedicated forum servers, Guangnao's (light brain) automatic filtering and moving post mechanisms, and detailed discussion areas and topic classifications kept the forum in a lively but orderly atmosphere.

Even though the refresh rate of posts was still extremely fast, the forum page didn't look like it had been exploded. There was also no need to enable a time-limited posting function, because posts like "Hello everyone, I'm here to get familiar with the homepage," "I'll also try to see if the post will be moved to the S2 channel," "=o="... were directly classified as "meaningless posts" by the system and deleted the moment they were clicked to be published, and would not appear on the web page at all.

And those who posted meaningless posts would receive a warning email from the system after the first click to publish, the content being: [Please do not post meaningless spam in the Pinnacle Melee S2 related discussion area, or post meaningless spam with keywords such as "S2" or "Pinnacle Melee" in other forum sections]; if they post again a second time, the system will give another warning email and take measures to limit posting for five minutes; the third time, the account will be directly banned for a day without explanation.

In addition, those who post illegal posts will also be subject to the same or even more severe penalties during this sensitive period. For example, cursing in replies, obvious baiting, malicious replies, sincere moronic remarks, etc.... Once discovered and verified by the administrator, they can be directly banned for more than three days.

This time, the customer service department of Dream Inc. has received clear and easy-to-understand instructions from the higher-ups - [There is no need to be polite to these people at all, anyway, they are either trolls or idiots, or a combination of both. What can they do if you ban them for ten or eight days? Can they sue you in court? Complain? What are you afraid of being complained about? The colleagues who handle complaints don't just sit around, they can tell if a complaint is malicious or not, right? In short, when you encounter these people, just ban their accounts, and if they dare to send internal messages to scold the moderators, directly ban their permission to send internal messages as well, without any explanation. You must understand that if there are fewer of these people, the normal users who visit the forum will have a clear vision and a pleasant mood, and your workload will naturally decrease, and when your workload decreases, you can watch novels and play games at work, understand?]

The above is the original "Notice to Employees" received by the customer service department of Dream Inc., sent from the superior department the day before S2 opened. The customer service manager specifically made a phone call to confirm whether it was a prank after reading it, but it wasn't...

So, she printed out this email, enlarged it, and posted it on the wall.

At this stage, the entire customer service department of Dream Inc. is like a bunch of people who have been injected with chicken blood, with everyone in high spirits, eager to try, full of energy, and imposing... The atmosphere in the office is like a pyramid scheme base, and it feels like it can be maintained for ten days or half a month without any problems.

"Let me see...'Exclusive First Release, S2 Tournament System Speculation, Analysis, and Champion Prediction'," Feng Bujue read on the screen, "Hmm...'Skills and Ideas for Non-Professional Players to Team Up'...'The Real High-End Strategy - Simple and Crude Team Compositions Can Win High Rankings'." He found some of the posts funny just by looking at the titles, "Heh... these guys are really capable, they haven't even announced the detailed rules of the preliminary rounds, and they've already predicted the finals... they've even considered what kind of teams can get higher rankings more easily... am I too stupid..."

Every time Jue-ge browses the forum, he can see a lot of these very "refreshing" hot posts. Going in to see the content of these posts, and then looking at the various replies that expose intelligence, he can maintain a happy mood for a whole day.

Of course, relatively speaking, he still prefers to see some truly insightful and high-level posts. Feng Bujue is not omnipotent either. A game like Thriller Paradise, which can be played with countless variations, will always have some unknown and valuable techniques and information waiting to be discovered. Players with different characteristics and gameplay will write various strategies, and some of the high-level ones, or those with unique viewpoints and exclusive discoveries, are very valuable for reference. Jue-ge browses the forum mainly for this kind of post.

And so... Jue-ge sat in front of the computer and looked at web pages for twenty minutes. During this time, Ruo Yu had successively taken out the bowls and chopsticks and several side dishes from the kitchen and placed them on the dining table.

"Dinner is ready." After everything was prepared, Ruo Yu took off her apron and called out to Feng Bujue.

"Coming." Jue-ge ran to the dining table with a smile on his face, sat opposite Ruo Yu, "Looks good!"

He glanced at the table, three dishes and a soup, although they were all home-style dishes, they were all very tempting in terms of color and aroma; compared to his chuunibyou (delusional) cooking, they were not inferior at all.

"Don't stand on ceremony, eat," Ruo Yu picked up her rice bowl, brushed aside a strand of hair that fell in front of her forehead, and prepared to start.

So, Feng Bujue couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks, picked up a bite of food, and put it in his mouth.

Never would he have imagined...