[3/3 Of Day 1 Mass release!]Hugo shut the door to his room, rubbing his hands together as he opened up the System interface.
Now that he had taken care of his issue with Collins, it was ti to focus on the next big thing.
And the next big thing, or the only big thing for that matter, was the System.
And the gift box wheel!
He was 300 points richer, thanks to all his "efforts" tonight, and that ant it was finally ti to take his chances on the gift box wheel again.
He could spin the wheel to get magical items with wonderful effects.
The thought made him pause, though. His last spin had been nothing short of a nightmare.
A rubber duck and a… used tissue? He shuddered at the mory. Was his luck really that bad? But he shook off the doubt—tonight was different. Surely.
The system should have been appeared after it drained 100 of his cherished points like a thirsty cat.
It better give him sothing good this ti around.
"Alright, no Buddha chants this ti," he muttered. Last ti, he’d tried calling on Buddha, hoping it would give him so miracle luck, but that had probably just angered any divine forces around him.
’Focus,’ he told himself. ’Tonight’s different. It’s gotta be.’
He pulled up the System interface and hurriedly navigated to the gift box section. When it loaded up, his eyes automatically glued to the wheel glowing on the screen.
Bright, colorful sections flashed before him, each one holding a potential prize hidden behind an icon of a pink hat.
In the middle, a blinking ssage read, ’Spin for 50 points.’
Hugo took a deep breath. "Alright, here goes nothing!" He tapped the screen, and the wheel began to spin with a loud whir.
He watched with bated breath. His eyes tracked every blur as the wheel whizzed by. Although he could tell it to stop, he preferred allowing it to stop at his own ti.
He didn’t trust his own luck one bit.
Finally, it began to slow, each tick growing louder and slower, dragging out the suspense.
And then… it stopped.
[Ding! Congratulations! You’ve won... Trash grade broken tripod!]
Hugo’s face dropped. ’A broken tripod?’ His eyes went wide as his jaw practically hit the floor. "Fifty points… for garbage?!" he shouted, staring at the screen in disbelief.
A broken tripod with two of it’s legs missing materialized before Hugo. The pitiful thing couldn’t even stand on it’s one remaining keg and crashed to the floor with a sorrowful thud.
It was completely useless. He couldn’t even sell it!
"Are you kidding ? What kind of scam wheel is this? And why the hell are you congratulating , you evil System!"
He felt a flash of irritation and leaned back with a groan, rubbing his temples. He had been angered to the point he almost spat blood like the immortal cultivators he had read about in novels.
Everyti, he spinner this wheel and it gave him a trash grade item, it was building up a sort of trauma in his mind.
Now, he didn’t even dare glance at casinos. He was too scared to even try!
Maybe, just maybe, he needed a different approach.
He scratched his chin thoughtfully, considering the possibility of so sort of luck charm or prayer. Desperate tis called for desperate asures.
He decided to be direct and straightforward. He was going to pray to the source of all this. He was going to bribe the goddess of luck herself!
"Uh… blessed goddess of luck, keeper of fortune and, uh, good vibes… could you just please co down and help out here?" he said, clasping his hands together. "Like, grant your favor, or whatever. I’ll… I’ll buy you flowers if you want! Just please, make it sothing good this ti!"
Although his prayer wasn’t the best, what mattered was that it was genuine. At least, this was what Hugo told himself.
With a renewed sense of hope, he pressed the spin button again. The wheel began its wild spinning dance.
For seconds it kept spinning, it beca faster and longer than before, spinning for what felt like an eternity.
Hugo’s patience started to run out. "Oh, co on already! Don’t keep waiting like this!" he yelled at the screen. What sort of suspense was this? His palms were already getting cold!
Finally, the wheel slowed, ticking bit by bit until it stopped on—
[Ding! Congratulations! You’ve won... Magical grade Delight Candles!]
For a mont, he could only stare, unblinking, at the words on his screen.
’Magical grade?’ A grin slowly crept onto his face, and then he burst into a cheer, throwing his fists into the air. "Yes! Finally, sothing good! Thank you, goddess of luck! I owe you!"
He couldn’t believe it. His prayer actually worked!
The items the System gave out ranged from trash grade to common, uncommon, magical then lastly, rare grade.
This item was almost the best the system had to offer!
Eagerly, he tapped the item description, reading every word as if it held the secrets of the universe:
[Delight Candles (Magical Grade): Three magical candles that increase the arousal of any female who inhales their scent over ti.]
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He read it again to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.
When it finally sank in, a mischievous grin stretched across his face. "No way… no way! This is genius!" he practically squealed with excitent.
His mind raced with wild scenarios. What if he invited a girl over, casually lit one of these candles, and then used his new Aura of Persuasion?
Between the candle and his charm, he’d practically be unstoppable. This item was like a superpower!
Feeling like he was on top of the world, Hugo looked back at the gift box wheel with newfound confidence.
’Ti to go for round three.’ He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together again, and threw in another dramatic prayer. "Alright, goddess of luck, if you’re still listening, hit with sothing amazing!" he chanted, pressing the button for one more spin, already imagining what incredible item could be next.
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