Lu Yang knew two-thirds of Second World's senior executives. He had never missed any of the past four years' martial arts tournaments or official events, so he was familiar with all of them.
After thinking it over, he decided to call their general manager, Gress. The call connected after two rings, and Gress asked with a smile, "Buddy, you rarely take the initiative to call me. What's the matter?"
Sensing something off in his voice, Lu Yang raised an eyebrow and asked, "You old fox, do you already know something?"
"Haha." Gress could not help laughing. "How could I? How could I? What could I possibly know?"
Lu Yang was speechless. "So everyone on your side already knows, huh? I can't compete this year."
Covering his mouth as he snickered, Gress said, "No, no, it's not like that. You can't blame us. You're the only lower god player in the world. You don't have any opponents."
"I..." Lu Yang was even more speechless. "That won't do. If I don't compete, won't someone else get the prize money? And the flying carpet? Look how much I've contributed to the company this year. The world's attention has all shifted to the war game in Second World. Not only are you refusing to give me benefits, you're also barring me from competing."
"Don't rush, don't rush." Gress was even happier. Lu Yang had already been the overall champion for four consecutive years. If he won the fifth as well, there would be no suspense at all.
A few days earlier, after Lu Yang triggered the lower god version, they had held a meeting to discuss this issue. Clearly, no other players in the game had advanced to lower god rank, so Lu Yang could not compete this year. But they truly could not