"Rank 92." Jack stared at the notification on his phone as Ruby leaned over his shoulder.
"That's a big jump," she said, her voice soft but filled with excitement. "From 101 to 92 in just three matches? People are noticing you."
Jack placed the phone on the table and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's just a number. Doesn't mean anything if I don't keep winning."
Ruby crossed her arms and smirked. "It means you're climbing back to the top, The Ghost. Don't downplay it."
Victor, sitting across the room, chimed in. "She's right, Jack. The rankings aren't just about numbers; they're about reputation. Fighters will start fearing you again."
Jack shook his head. "Fear doesn't win fights. Focus does."
Ruby grabbed his arm and tugged. "Come on, Mr. Serious. Let's celebrate, at least for a few minutes. Lena's doing a live dance performance tonight. Let's watch her."
