The King's Avatar Chapter 1726 - Fortunate to Meet You

Translator: Nomyummi Editor: Nomyummi

Happy: a team beyond all belief.

Glory Season 10: a championship defying imagination.

Professional players everywhere leaped to their feet, showering genuine applause.

In this moment, pure congratulations filled the air. Debating tactics now would only disrupt the vibe. Nevertheless, Ye Xiu’s closing 6.5 seconds of nonstop devastating hits proved overwhelmingly stunning—stirring everyone deeply. However, the arena skipped reporting stats from that decisive finale. Its massive screen offered few replays of this legendary, unforgettable highlight.

After all, this was Samsara’s home turf. They needed to protect their own side, meaning tending to the home crowd’s feelings. Soon, they’d hold the ceremony awarding Team Happy, which was bad enough. No reason to twist the knife further! That climactic instant would live on in memory, yet right here in this venue, the majority preferred not seeing it.

While the live arena withheld the stats, the TV broadcast faced no such limits. Those 6.5 seconds looped endlessly, as if viewers couldn’t get enough. And the figures for that 6.5-second burst had already been crunched.

Naturally, the burning question for all was Ye Xiu’s hand speed in those 6.5 seconds.

What blistering pace did his inputs demand to unleash such a flurry of shifting, packed assaults?

APM, 764!

The system flashed this ultimate stat. Though absent from the live venue, pros grabbed the data through all sorts of channels.

“Is he even human?”

These elites, superhuman to regular players, unleashed a frenzy of gripes calling Ye Xiu “not even human.”

Unlike the widespread shock gripping others, Heavenly Sword’s members felt somewhat braced. Sun Zheping especially, having teamed up with Happy and Ye Xiu previously. With more exposure to the unspecialized Lord Grim, he grasped the character better. His vast know-how let him guess Ye Xiu’s hand speed from those 6.5 seconds’ plays. The official number matched his hunch spot-on.

That said, shock still hit him hard. Above all, though, admiration surged.

764 APM marked a career peak for Ye Xiu. Even if only unspecialized could handle such input volume, all recognized Ye Xiu smashing his boundaries. This was a one-off blaze of glory. For a veteran nearing retirement’s end, what iron will and resolve drove this breakthrough?

Ye Xiu...

He stood as the undisputed highlight of the scene. The arena prepped for the awards. Eyes locked on Ye Xiu’s booth, anticipating his step out toward the podium.

Soundproof barriers shut out the venue’s roar from the booth. Headphones off, silence enveloped him.

Victory. Finally, true victory.

After long years, championship triumph returned. Relaxation washed over him, joy bubbled up, but above all, deep fulfillment.

Indeed. No thrill topped victory for Ye Xiu, no prize beat the title.

There in his seat, he relished utter tranquility, basked in peak contentment.

Habit made him pat for a smoke, but pocket check recalled the spot.

Times had changed. No lighting up in modern booths—the sprinklers would douse it instantly.

Too many years from his last title win. He’d fallen behind the era!

Ye Xiu chuckled wryly. Seven years on, seven whole years. The Glory pro scene from back then trailed today’s by miles, rules refining gradually. In those days, post-match cig made one immortal, they said. Championship win? That smoke was pure bliss unwind.

Today, though...

Fine then. Time to head out!

Ye Xiu rose, stepping from the booth at last.

Lights!

Endless spotlights awaited just this. As Ye Xiu emerged from his booth, they zeroed in, bathing him in glow. Cheers, yells, claps erupted—the away fans’ fervor from Happy burned hot. Ye Xiu’s exit peaked it all. Arena beams lit him up, Happy supporters roared, even Samsara fans clapped.

“Boss!” Steamed Bun dashed forward. The rest of Happy’s players had already emerged from their rival booths, while those seated in the player section were now up on stage too.

Championship. A sensation he hadn’t felt in ages.

Yet this moment was completely unfamiliar to Ye Xiu. His competitive record was unmatched; he boasted the most championships across the entire Alliance. However, he had never reveled with teammates right after a match, never claimed the award firsthand. Back in Excellent Era’s era, he stayed enigmatic and understated. He always arrived in silence, competed quietly, and slipped away unnoticed.

A decade later, his fourth title. But only now did Ye Xiu stand beneath the gaze of millions, soaking in every bit of honor and acclaim.

Happy’s team exchanged high-fives and embraces. Some shed tears, others burst into laughter, yet in this instant, any loss of control was overlooked. Nothing felt shameful.

Nearby, Samsara’s players silently completed their lineup. Happy’s elation cut them like a knife. Still, they remained onstage, refusing to depart or spoil the celebration. They’d lost the match, the season, and the dynasty they nearly forged, but their grace endured.

“Congratulations.” Ultimately, as the defeated side, they clasped hands with Happy, offered sincere blessings, and then withdrew. They hosted this venue, yet they weren’t today’s focal point.

With Samsara gone, award ceremony setups finalized, featuring a platform erected dead center on the stadium floor. Happy’s players ascended one after the other.

Alliance Chairman Feng Xianjun was guided onstage, his expression radiant with delight.

“Incredible, truly incredible.” Feng Xianjun lavished this praise on every Happy player while handing out championship rings, the ultimate symbols of victory, to each.

“What weak vocab!” Ye Xiu bluntly called out during his moment.

Feng Xianjun delivered a hearty slap on Ye Xiu’s back. No elaborate words were used, but they sprang from pure sincerity. In Feng Xianjun’s view, “incredible” summed up Team Happy and all its members perfectly.

“You are the most incredible!” he declared to Ye Xiu, presenting the championship ring that was his—his fourth.

Ten players, ten championship rings.

Next, the championship trophy arrived onstage at last. It stood for the collective, owned by the entire team, freshly inscribed with “Happy” beneath “Season 10.”

Below the stage, fresh tears streamed down Chen Guo’s face after she’d barely stemmed them.

As no player herself, she naturally skipped the award platform. Regret didn’t touch her, though. She sensed total triumph in life, through and through.

Her mind shunned visions of their champion team’s tomorrow. Instead, it replayed Happy’s storied past.

That snowy evening, the everyday man stepping into Happy Internet Café.

The fellow who wielded her Chasing Haze to smash, in just 40 seconds, the foe who’d trounced her over 52 straight bouts, then griped about his tardiness from chilly hands.

The one who looked somewhat grave revealing, “Actually, I’m Ye Qiu.”

That man.

Launching afresh on Glory’s new server with a fresh character, he reignited his Glory saga.

Grabbing dungeon records, thwarting major guilds’ kill attempts, founding Guild Happy, blazing trails, spying, swiping Wild Bosses, clashing in events; followed by Challenger League bid, conquering every hurdle, crushing Excellent Era in the finale for Alliance entry, diving into pro matches, surging from regular season through playoffs, unbeatable in solo fights, culminating in a 6.5-second annihilation of Samsara’s elite trio, propelling Happy to Glory’s peak.

Those two-plus years of rising from zero, accumulating steadily. Though Chen Guo hadn’t joined most battles personally, every scene burned bright in her memory. She grasped Ye Xiu’s toil like no other; she knew his forfeits deeper than anyone.

At last, all his endeavors yielded their harvest.

Championship. The supreme prize, utterly earned.

Chen Guo deemed herself profoundly lucky.

Lucky that snowy night drew Ye Xiu to her Internet café.

Lucky that snowy night saw her welcome Ye Xiu.

There, Happy’s tale ignited.

That day, luck let me encounter you, the utmost incredible you.