The mont Zeldris stepped back into his room, he slamd the door shut behind him like a man on a mission.
Tonight was the night.
He’d finally saved up twenty whole lottery spins — and not the cheap, scammy kind. These were the premium-tier, spirit-breaking, wallet-draining draws that made even the rich hesitate.
But Zeldris? He wasn’t just rich.
He was reckless.
"Alright, Lucky Wheel," he muttered, eyes sparkling like a madman at a casino, "let’s make history."
In a shimr of light, the system’s illusory roulette wheel materialized — a glorious carousel of legendary treasures, forbidden artifacts, and... was that a... rubber duck?
He ignored it.
"Start the lottery!"
Ding!
’Drawing reward...’
The wheel spun into a blur. Zeldris leaned forward, breathing shallowly. Every flash of a mythical weapon made his heart skip. Every glimpse of a forbidden scroll had his palms sweating.
And then—click. The wheel stopped.
On... a furry little doll.
Zeldris squinted. "...What the hell is that?"
Maybe it was cursed? Maybe it exploded when thrown? Maybe it whispered enemy secrets at night?
Then the system’s chirpy voice rang out like a dagger to his pride.
Ding!
’Congratulations! You have obtained: An ordinary plush toy (handmade, 9.9 free shipping from Treasure Mall).’
The room fell silent.
Zeldris just stood there, blinking. His brain rebooted. Twice.
"...You’re kidding."
Ten million ryo.
Ten. Million.
For a plushie he could’ve gotten in a claw machine at a sketchy amusent park?
A polite, clearly forced smile curled on his lips.
"I’m fine. I’m not mad. I am... serenely furious."
He slowly placed the plush toy on his table, as if it might explode from sha. Then he cracked his knuckles and said, calm as a monk before battle, "Next spin. Do your worst."
The wheel spun again.
He watched it with a dead stare, like a disappointed father at a school talent show.
This ti, the pointer landed on a glowing octagonal talisman.
Zeldris blinked. "...Again?"
It looked just like the Horse Talisman he’d gotten before, except this one had a... chicken on it?
A very smug-looking orange chicken.
The system chid in:
Ding!
’Congratulations! You’ve obtained: Twelve Talismans – Chicken Talisman.’
"Alright..." Zeldris said, squinting at it. "What’s this one do? Summon fried wings?"
But the system continued:
’Chicken Talisman: Grants the power of levitation. User may fly and bestow this power onto others (if they’re cool enough).’
Zeldris’s jaw dropped.
"Wait—flight?!"
Now that was a ga-changer. Flight in the ninja world was rarer than a sincere villain. With this, he could literally flex above the competition. Literally.
"I can fly. I can make others fly. I can... make enemies float and then drop them."
He kissed the talisman. "You, sir, are now my favorite chicken."
High on his newfound poultry-powered potential, Zeldris barreled through more spins.
And was imdiately punished by the gods of gacha.
A ninja toothbrush.
A discount coupon for ’one ran, get second free.’
A self-heating bento that sohow exploded.
Zeldris stared at the tenth useless item in a row.
He could feel his bank account crying.
"...This is how it ends," he whispered. "Death by disappointnt."
He took a deep breath. Composed himself. Then nodded.
"One more. That’s it. One final spin. My clutch mont. Let’s go."
The wheel spun. He closed his eyes.
Please. No more plushies. No more coupons. No more—
Ding!
’Congratulations! You’ve obtained: Preta Path.’
Zeldris’s eyes snapped open.
"...Excuse ?"
That wasn’t just any reward. That was the Preta Path — one of the Rinnegan’s most busted abilities. The big "nope" to enemy jutsu.
A technique that could absorb incoming ninjutsu like a snack.
His lips curled into a smile. "Now that’s what I’m talking about."
The system chid again, ever-helpful:
’Would you like to fuse the ability?’
"Do I look like I want to wait?"
"Fuse it."
A warm sensation spread through his body. No fireworks. No dramatic music. Just... peace.
Powerful, smug peace.
"System," he said, still smiling. "Show the goods."
A sleek translucent panel appeared in front of him:
Host: Zeldris
Wealth Value: 1000
Remaining Draws: 10
Collected Rewards:
Tremor-Tremor Fruit
Horse Talisman
Purple Demon Eyes
Divine chanism of Magic Machines
Chicken Talisman
Preta Path
Zeldris nodded with satisfaction.
"Ten draws left... but nah. Not tonight. I’ve spent enough money to buy a small nation."
He turned toward the window, clutching the Chicken Talisman.
"It’s ti for a test flight."
With a thought, the talisman’s power activated. He floated gently into the air, arms crossed, expression smug.
And with a flick of his coat, he flew straight out the window — soaring into the night like a chicken that finally said cluck gravity.
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