About the outcome of Feng Bujue's deal with the Blood Corpse God, let's put that aside for now.

The answer will be revealed within ten chapters.

Let's first…

What? What are you saying? Playing this trick again? What happened when Brother Jue went to Ruoyu's house last time hasn't been explained either?

That's right, that's how it is…

I remember the first time I saw this technique of seemingly about to show something, but the process is skipped, it 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 very bad.

Such a high-end, heartless, cool, and crazy way of handling things, I must learn to use it.

So, let's get 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 pod, he smelled the aroma of food and heard the sound of rising steam.

"Oh? Am I seeing things?" Feng Bujue walked to the kitchen, looked at Ruoyu wearing an apron and busy at the stove, and gave a strange smile, "What wind has blown you here today?"

"I went home to visit my parents just now and chatted about some family matters…" Ruoyu was still as cold as ever, not even looking at Brother Jue, busy with her own things, "Then my mother nagged me about some things… So… on the way back, I went to the market."

"Heh… your mother is indeed very reasonable~" Feng Bujue smiled playfully, "Does that mean… you'll be cooking from now on?"

"You're overthinking it…" Ruoyu replied, "I just feel… as a guest, I haven't even cooked a meal since I moved in, which is a bit unreasonable."

"So you're preparing to make this one meal, and then you won't feel any psychological burden after eating a thousand or eight hundred meals from me in the future, right?" Brother Jue continued.

"Hmm…" Ruoyu thought for a while, a look of hard thinking appearing on her face, and after a few seconds she replied, "Yes."

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

"No need, just relax today and wait to eat." Ruoyu replied.

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

At this time, there was no need for further politeness, and they weren't the kind of people who liked to pretend to be polite.

Back in the living room, Feng Bujue sat down at the computer desk and opened the official website of Meng Company.

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

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

Dedicated forum servers, the optical brain's automatic screening and posting mechanism, and detailed discussion areas and topic classifications kept the forum in a lively but orderly atmosphere.

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

And those who posted meaningless posts would receive a warning email from the system after the first time they clicked the post button. The content was: [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 sections of the forum]; if they posted again for the second time, the system would give another warning email and take measures to limit posting for five minutes; the third time, the account would be directly banned for one day without explanation.

In addition, those who posted illegal posts would also suffer the same or even more severe penalties during this sensitive period. For example, scolding people in replies, obvious instigation of war, malicious replies, truly idiotic remarks, etc.… Once discovered and verified by the administrator, they could be directly banned for more than three days.

This time, Meng Company's customer service department received clear and easy-to-understand instructions from the higher-ups—[There is no need to be polite to these people, anyway, they are either trolls or idiots, or a combination of the two. Ban them for ten or eight days, what can they do? Can they sue you in court? Complain? What are you afraid of complaining about? The colleagues who handle complaints are not useless, can't they tell if it's a malicious complaint? In short, when you encounter this kind of person, just ban them, if they dare to send internal messages to scold the moderators, directly ban their permission to send internal messages, without any explanation. You must understand that if there are fewer of these people, the users who normally browse the forum will have clear eyes and a happy 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 Meng Company, which was sent from the superior department the day before the opening of S2. After reading it, the customer service department manager made a special phone call to confirm whether it was a prank, but it wasn't…

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

At this stage, the entire Meng Company's customer service department employees were like they had been injected with chicken blood, enthusiastic, eager to try, full of energy, and aggressive… The office atmosphere was like a pyramid scheme base, and it felt like it could be maintained for ten and a half months without any problem.

"Let me see… 'Exclusive First Release, S2 Tournament System Speculation, Analysis, and Championship Prediction.'" Feng Bujue read while looking at the screen, "Hmm… 'Skills and Ideas for Non-Professional Players to Team Up'… 'The Real High-End Strategy—Simple and Crude Team Composition Can Win High Rankings.'" Some posts made him laugh just by looking at the titles, "Heh… these guys are really skilled, the preliminary rules haven't even been announced in detail, and they've already predicted the finals… They've even considered what kind of team can get a higher ranking more easily… Am I too stupid…"

Every time Brother Jue browsed the forum, he could see a lot of these "refreshing" hot posts. Going in to see the content of these posts, and then looking at the various replies that exposed IQ, he could maintain a happy mood all day long.

Of course, relatively speaking, he still hoped to see some truly insightful and high-level posts. Feng Bujue was not omnipotent, and a game like Thriller Paradise that could be played with countless variations would always have some unknown and valuable skills and information waiting to be discovered. Players with different characteristics and playstyles would write various different strategies, and some of the high-level posts, or those with unique perspectives and exclusive discoveries, were very valuable for reference. Brother Jue mainly browsed the forum for this kind of post.

And so… Brother Jue sat in front of the computer and looked at the webpage for twenty minutes. During this time, Ruoyu had successively taken out the bowls, chopsticks, and several side dishes from the kitchen and placed them on the dining table.

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

"Coming." Brother Jue ran to the dining table with a smile on his face, sat opposite Ruoyu, "Looks good!"

He glanced at the table, three dishes and a soup. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, the color and aroma were all very tempting; compared to his chuuni cooking, they were not inferior at all.

"Don't be polite, eat." Ruoyu picked up the rice bowl, brushed a strand of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, and prepared to start eating.

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

Never would he have imagined…