On the night Su Hao became an Elite Four Level Trainer, media outlets backed by the Divine Land Alliance's official platforms and all sorts of self-media accounts immediately pushed him to the top of the trending charts. Ninety percent of the post titles on the Trainer Forum contained the words "Su Hao."
It was a sleepless night. Acquaintances who saw the news called and messaged him one after another to ask whether it was true. The Divine Land Alliance seemed intent on making a god out of him—even its unchanging daily thirty-minute news broadcast was extended by ten minutes to review Su Hao's journey of growth.
Clickbait headlines sprouted like mushrooms after rain. In places Su Hao knew nothing about, he had already become the father of an entire soccer team's worth of children and a scumbag who had abandoned dozens of young women.
Of course, before those people could cash in on the traffic, an iron hand descended from above and wiped them all out in one sweep.
Even the schools he had attended rushed overnight to produce massive red banners reading, <Congratulations to our outstanding graduate/second-year student Su Hao on being certified as an Elite Four Level Trainer>, hanging them directly outside their gates.
Even the kindergarten Su Hao had attended, which should have shut down long ago, somehow won the repechage and reappeared. It was utterly ridiculous.
Yet amid this unprecedented wave of attention, Su Hao only played a single ranked match. After raising his ranking from tenth to eighth, he never showed his face again no matter how chaotic things became outside.
A week passed in the blink of an eye, and the date quietly arrived at May 19th.
In a wasteland on the outskirts of Yang City, where the Spiral Secret Realm had once collapsed,