From the beginning, the other person had silently implanted a program into the forum—this program was only effective against him.
This was also the source of the unease Cold Yunyang felt midway through, but the other person's methods were subtle, like rain permeating the soil, slipping unnoticed by him.
His arrogance made it impossible for him to believe someone would dare to manipulate something in front of him without being discovered.
And so, he was like a frog thrown into warm water—boiled alive.
They even chose the very last minute before the deadline to deliver a crushing blow to him when he was basking in the joy of his supposed victory.
To Cold Yunyang, it wasn't much of a victory anyway—just something that was supposed to happen.
But the scene in front of him clearly told him—he had been played.
The soft blue glow emitted by the computer screen enveloped the teenager's eyes. Those dazzling pupils seemed to burn like two flames.
