384: Chapter 384 Ignites Public Opinion

VIP Box Area.

Recruitment officers from several large Guilds put down their coffee cups.

They pulled up Lin Yao's profile.

The screen only displayed a few lines of text.

Recent graduate.

No combat record.

"We can't find specific profession information, only a name."

"Hidden data? Or is she really a complete newcomer?"

"Zhao Tianyang is crazy, but he isn't foolish. For him to stake his entire fortune as collateral, this girl must have something significant about her."

"Notify the technical department, record everything live. Every frame must be analyzed shot by shot."

The media area was in an uproar.

Reporters from all major live-streaming platforms set up their equipment,

vying for the best vantage points.

Hovering cameras ascended,

swarming densely above the arena.

"Hey everyone! This is Organization exclusive live broadcast!"

A streamer with dyed yellow hair shouted into the camera.

"Unprecedented! A high school student who just graduated is challenging one hundred and forty-two seasoned Fighters alone!"

"Some say she's a genius, others say she's mentally ill!"

"Today, we witness history!"

The bullet comments on the screen were so thick they obscured the picture.

On the university forums, the thread about this match instantly shot to the top trending topic.

[Gossip: The Mad Lin Yao at Organization]

[Heard her brother is a ruthless man, is this a family hereditary illness?]

[What's so interesting about watching a mentally ill person fight?]

[The person upstairs knows nothing! Yan Pojun is showing up! I'm here to see God Yan!]

[God Yan's retirement match! And he's fighting a rookie!]

[Wait, where did you all hear that God Yan is stepping in? That sounds fake as hell!]

The indicator lights on the network forum servers flashed wildly.

While all discussions related to Yan Pojun were being suppressed, a pinned, flashing red post suddenly appeared on the homepage, instantly rocketing to the top trending spot.

[Exposed! The mad girl from Organization is actually the Mythic Rank genius who refused the S-class contract in Linzhou a few days ago!]

The main post contained only two high-definition screenshots.

The first was of Lin Yao's profile at the Fengxing Technology recruitment site the day before yesterday, surrounded by countless reporters.

The second was a clip from the current Organization live stream, showing her pointing and provoking over a hundred people in the rest area.

The faces in both pictures perfectly matched.

The comment section experienced a brief pause.

Three seconds later, the data exploded exponentially.

"Damn! It really is her! That Myriad Laws Comprehension!"

"No wonder she dares to fight one hundred and forty-two! She's a Mythic Rank profession!"

"So what if she's Mythic Rank? An underdeveloped Mythic Rank is worse than a dog. How many days has she been awakened? Has she even learned all her skills?"

"Don't forget that in-depth report! This woman has hereditary mental illness in her family! Her brother is a lunatic, she's probably having an episode too!"

Online public opinion instantly split into two factions.

One side, awed by the title of Mythic Rank profession, began hoping for a miracle.

The other side, armed with the 'mental illness report,' furiously asserted that this was merely a clown's carnival.

Cognitive dissonance reached its peak at this moment.

Mortals were using common sense to deduce the limits of a high-tier Professional.

In the old district of Linzhou, inside a cramped rental room.

Over a dozen crushed cigarette packs were scattered on the floor.

Brother Wang sat in front of the computer screen, the cyan light reflecting off his oily face.

The screen was showing the live broadcast from Organization.

He suddenly leaned close to the screen, his face almost touching the LCD panel.

Lin Yao.

It really was Lin Yao.

Brother Wang's breathing became rapid.

He quickly analyzed the unfolding situation in his mind.

This girl had just been publicly shamed by one of his reports, and he assumed she would hide at home to avoid the storm.

Yet, she went to Organization.

And caused such a massive stir.

Zhao Tianyang staking collateral. One versus one hundred and forty-two.

Every single tag, taken separately, could dominate the headlines in Linzhou for a week.

All concentrated on one person—for Brother Wang, this was immense fortune!

This was a perfect traffic feast.

His previous report, after this match which she was sure to lose, would be cemented as undeniable fact.

Brother Wang kicked his swivel chair away.

"Big Liu! Bring the panoramic camera!"

He roared into the phone.

"Send everyone from Team Two to stake out Organization!"

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"Brother Wang, we've been staking out this dump for half a week, we were about to see results, and now you want to leave?"

"Damn it, are you deaf? Hurry up! Quick! Quick!"

Brother Wang delivered a kick, then grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and rushed out the door.

Organization, Top Floor Holographic Monitoring Room.

On the huge circular screen, various data points flowed like a waterfall.

Online viewers: Five million one hundred and twenty thousand.

Discussion heat: Number one in Linzhou City, and beginning to radiate to surrounding cities.

The regional manager of Organization—Supervisor Chen, who was Chen Jing's younger brother—stood before the screen.

The front desk manager stood two meters behind him, her head bowed so low it almost touched her chest, her legs trembling slightly.

She thought that by escalating the situation without authorization, she would face a barrage of severe reprimands.

Supervisor Chen did not turn around.

He stared at the soaring data line.

This level of attention was equivalent to the total traffic Organization had seen in the past six months.

Lin Yao was Mythic Rank.

Zhao Tianyang was the top-ranked on the Ladder.

Yan Pojun was military reserve.

These three gathered together were essentially a printing press.

Starting the fight immediately would be a huge loss.

The excitement hadn't reached its peak yet.

The audience rushing in from the roads, the consortiums still observing—they all needed time to enter the venue.

This moment needed to be managed properly!

Supervisor Chen turned around.

"Send out a notice."

"Postpone the match by half a day."

The front desk manager froze, then suddenly looked up.

"Post... postpone? But the contestants are all waiting in the rest area..."

"Tell them the venue needs reinforcement."

Supervisor Chen interrupted her.

"One hundred and forty-two people in an unrestricted free-for-all. The current protective shields cannot guarantee audience safety. We must activate the military-grade defense array."

"That reason is enough to shut everyone up."

He walked to his desk and pressed the communicator.

"Technical Department."

"Open the cross-channel betting markets."

"Lock down the news about Yan Pojun stepping in for Lin Yao versus the combined force of one hundred and forty-two."

"We will place our own bets, push Lin Yao's odds to the absolute maximum!"

A gasp was heard from the other end of the communicator.

"Supervisor, what if..."

"There is no what if."

Supervisor Chen cut the communication.

His fingers left the desk.

He turned and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Below was the boiling arena hall.

Black crowds poured into various entrances.

The numbers on the electronic display jumped wildly.

The size of the prize pool was soaring at a rate of tens of millions per second.

Currently, Chen Jing was meeting secretly with Zhong Huai, discussing unknown matters. Within Organization, only he, Supervisor Chen, held the final say.

But before he could contemplate for long, the red dedicated line phone suddenly vibrated.

The piercing ring broke the silence in the room.

Supervisor Chen walked back to his desk.

This was the direct line to the underground research group of Organization.

He pressed the answer button.

"Supervisor Chen."

The voice of Old Li, the chief consultant of the research group, came through the communicator.

"Stop your operation to inflate the odds."

Supervisor Chen pulled out his chair and sat down.

He had absolute confidence in his judgment.

"Old Li, operational matters are not the responsibility of the Research Group."

"Lin Yao's odds cannot be maximized. You will bankrupt Organization. I still plan to retire here."