Jayden stared at the grand, glowing notification in awe. He didn't even know whether to be flattered, amused or worried.
He let out a sigh, rubbing his face with one hand. "So much for keeping things low-key. I beat one flashy idiot and suddenly the system decides I'm a poster boy?"
But the system wasn't even done yet.
[Incoming Battle Requests…]
[Axebringer has invited you to the arena]
[Frost has invited you to the arena]
[Tempest has invited you to the arena]
[Ultron has invited…..]
The notifications stacked up one after another, ding after ding, until his whole interface was drowning in them. Names, levels, ranks, all challenging him.
Jayden's chuckled, a flicker of genuine amusement dancing in his eyes. "This game," he muttered, shaking his head, "it really has a sense of humor."
The sudden influx of battle requests, each blinking insistently on his interface, was a stark contrast to his desire for anonymity. Yet, as he scanned the list, a new idea began to form.
