When Han Yu tried to pull them into the game, a window suddenly popped up.
"Your rank difference with your friend is too large. You cannot queue for ranked matches."
Han Yu was speechless. He glanced at his own icon—Bronze—and then at the three of them, all in Gold rank.
The game's ranked tiers went: Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, Master, Gun King. Each tier had five levels: 1 being the highest, 5 the lowest.
Don't underestimate it—even though Ultron and the others were only at Gold Tier 3, this was a newly released mode. Even if you were skilled, you still had to find suitable opponents.
Most players were still adapting to the mode, so reaching Gold was already impressive.
The game didn't fill low-rank matches with bots. Every opponent was a real player. Low ranks were easy to face; high ranks were tough.
By Gold Tier 3, you could already make it onto the game's peak leaderboard, visible to players worldwide.
"Ah, forget it. I'll solo queue first. You guys do the heist missions. I'll catch up once I rank up."
Ranking up wasn't difficult for Han Yu. As a veteran with excellent aim, he easily outclassed 99% of players.
Because of the huge skill gap, he drew the other team's scolding.
"Why abuse low ranks instead of playing at your real level?""So lucky, celebrating alone and still having a team.""Why do I have to meet someone like you in a game?"
This mode allowed players to hide their names, showing only colors. The opponents had no idea the player they were insulting—Joker—was the same one everyone had been tracking in the world chat.
Han Yu laughed at their complaints. After hesitating for a moment, he typed:
"I'm soloing, want me to carry you guys?"
"Sir, your name?""Do you still have internet? If not, I can top you up.""Big brother, have you eaten? Need me to order food for you?"
Han Yu couldn't help but laugh. These players loved the game so much that losing a match led to insults, and the moment he offered to carry them, they instantly humbled themselves.
"People will do anything to rank up," Han Yu muttered, shaking his head.
He didn't say more. He formed a squad and pulled them in. It was easier to coordinate with players willing to follow instructions; otherwise, even one opposing player could easily take him down.
The recruited players obeyed Han Yu's every command.
After half a day, they checked the match records—pure victory icons, not a single defeat.
The carried players were stunned by Han Yu's skills. He'd told them this was a team game: as long as they cooperated, they could win faster.
But in battle, they were like meat shields. Hesitate and you lose; the screen grayed out, leaving only Han Yu's actions visible.
In twelve matches with five-player teams, Han Yu racked up over fifty kills alone. His teammates timidly asked,"Sir, you're not cheating, are you…?"
Others thought the same. The game's anti-cheat system was strict—detection meant an immediate ban and even an IP block, preventing re-entry even with a new account.
After several reckless cheaters were banned, players stopped trying. Many internet cafes advertised "Perfect GTA Experience." As the most popular game, GTA packed cafes all night. Owners were thrilled.
They also enforced a strict policy: cheaters were immediately asked to leave. This demonstrated just how terrifying GTA's dominance was in reality.
Han Yu laughed, "No cheats. With their skill level, even cheating would be a hassle."
"As expected of our master. Solid words. I'll relax then.""Sir, hungry? I'll order food for you."
Knowing Han Yu was a true pro, they relaxed completely. Occasionally, they'd check if he was hungry or thirsty, ready to order food.
The rank climbed rapidly. Once Han Yu reached the same Gold tier as Ultron and the others, he logged off and joined Ultron's squad.
The previously carried players felt a bit down—without him, they couldn't win effortlessly.
"Fine, let's play on our own. Hitting this rank is impressive enough."
They queued for another match. This time, they noticed a particularly fierce sniper on the opposing team.
Though positioned for long-range sniping, he charged the mid-line like a submachine gun, instantly taking out all enemies in sight.
"Damn! The master went to the other team!"
Someone shouted. This playstyle was unmistakable—Han Yu's signature. Sniper in hand, charging forward, deadly accurate. They knew immediately: only Han Yu could play like this.
"Master, is that you?" someone typed.
Moments later, a reply: "Hehe, hello! Didn't expect to face you this round."
Their hearts sank. The sniper on the other team was indeed the same master who carried them to rank up. Forget playing—how could anyone beat him?
"We might as well quit," someone suggested.
"Quit? No way. The master is skilled, not cheating. If it's not cheating, there's always a chance to win!"
Meanwhile, Ultron said:"Boss, their style suddenly got fierce, and they're not discouraged."
Han Yu laughed:"That's the charm of competitive games. Even if the opponent is tough, you go in headfirst. Stop mocking them; show your real skills."
Hearing this, Ultron and Quicksilver, who had been slacking, became serious. Respecting an opponent meant giving their all.
But when Han Yu and his team gave their all, it was unstoppable. First encounter? Headshot after headshot. Anyone unfamiliar with his style might think he was cheating.
The result: a massacre. Han Yu's four-man squad plus a random player left the newbie stunned—his teammates were too brutal.
After that match, Ultron's team couldn't find opponents. At this rank, they were at the top; a match could take ten minutes to find.
"Looks like that's it for today. Wait a few days; once players catch up, we can play again."
Han Yu smiled wryly. It was the first time he stopped playing not because of a crushing defeat, but because there were no more matches to queue.
"I'm not playing all night. I need beauty sleep."
Wanda logged off early, going to bed. Though she had taken a serum made from Captain America's blood, enhancing her body beyond normal humans, she still maintained her habit of sleeping early.
Han Yu turned off his system and followed suit. Ultron and Quicksilver were confused:"Boss, where are you going?"
Han Yu replied:"Sleeping. You lonely dogs, keep playing your game."
Ultron and Quicksilver exchanged bewildered glances.
I'm single, I'm proud—so what?
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