Before long, a whole pile of messages popped up on the screen, all from various friends contacting him and inviting him to play.
Even though he was terrible at the game and always dragged his teammates down horribly, his money power still attracted plenty of people willing to play with him.
"Bro, when are you starting a match? I can't wait to play a few ranked games with you."
"Game invitation: 'Gluttonous Little Crayfish' has invited you to a 5v5 ranked match."
"Brother, I looked into it and realized you're not actually that bad. You're just using the wrong approach. I can carry you!"
"Game invitation: 'Don't Play Games Emotionally' has invited you to a 5v5 ranked match."
"Bro, you're not quitting, are you? That won't do. You only lost a few matches, so what? Winning and losing are normal in battle. Besides, you actually played pretty well. We were the ones holding you back."
"Game invitation: 'Sleepwalking Westward' has invited you to a 5v5 ranked match."
The moment Chen Feng logged in, he saw all those messages—there were probably dozens of them.
There were so many that Chen Feng could barely keep up. He simply didn't reply to any of them and casually started a match instead.
However, he didn't queue for ranked. He just found a training ground and played a few rounds, planning to get some practice in.
He had also realized that he was still pretty bad at the game.
Although he could use his superpower to make the other side feed him kills,
it became boring after a while. Constantly harvesting kills without any skill involved—what was the fun in that?
His top priority was to improve his own ability. That way, he could have more fun playing later on.
So Chen Feng casually