Chapter 978: Chapter 539: New Destination Chapter 978: Chapter 539: New Destination “After friendly negotiations with various parties, the Evil God Golden Mother agreed to join our side and decided to beco a permanent NPC within the battleship.”
“Our chief commander, Decaying Commander, established a good cooperative relationship with the Golden Mother, and through negotiation, made the Golden Mother one of our permanent deities.”
“Afterward, players could make wishes to the Golden Mother by burning their rit, and obtain the support of the Golden Mother’s abilities. However, due to the Golden Mother having forgotten most of the content, the content of the wishes might be a bit random; players should explore this on their own.”
“From the current situation, the Golden Mother’s abilities should be related to probability. I heard that after burning rit, it can increase the chances of drawing SSRs. I’m just blabbing, don’t take it seriously, you lose if you take it seriously.”
“Lastly, I’d like to add that Decaying Commander ntioned that the journey ahead might be a bit dangerous, and everyone should consider buying insurance to avoid losing their accounts. The insurance is inexpensive, just rit will do.”
In Gong Gong’s livestreaming room, after hearing the latest major events from “Nebula,” players were extrely curious about the Golden Mother.
So players with rit had already started taking action, burning their rit to research the Golden Mother’s abilities, then they discovered that this deity’s power was quite esoteric.
Just like Gong Gong said, this evil god’s ability was related to probability.
To put it more clearly, she likely was the evil god who governed probability.
Sacrificing and burning rit to other mighty beings would compel them to co and help you with your tasks, and they might feel quite embarrassed if they fail.
But if you pray to the Golden Mother for help, she would grandly wave her hand to change the probability for you, and whether or not it succeeds is left to fate.
Evidence proved that the act of changing probabilities did have so effects.
Using a probability calculator made in the ga, players found that after praying and burning rit, the ga’s probability indeed improved.
However, this improvent was limited to within “Nebula”; there were no changes in the spending on gacha outside the ga.
So, what’s the use of this feature?
After a series of large discussions among the players, they pinpointed its use and started to stack wishes by burning rit to introduce a new feature in the ga.
A lottery.
For as little as two rit points, one could try their luck with one drawing, with those two rit points given to the Golden Mother along with a wish for sothing good to happen.
Due to the nature of probabilities, once rit was burned, the world would return prizes at a certain rate, and the value of these prizes was not fixed.
The prize could be only an insignificant bit of cultivation, but it could also be a legendary Divine Artifact that greatly increased the player’s abilities.
Not only could players partake in the lottery, but friendly NPCs in the ga could as well.
And the more rit you put in, the higher the value of the prize you could receive. As a result, various powerful beings beca addicted to this Skinner’s box first, investing all the rit they obtained by helping players into this system.
Gong Gong was already deep in debt, but upon learning of such an enjoyable thing, she beca utterly obsessed.
In her livestreaming room, with red eyes and panting breath, Gong Gong exclaid to the screen: “It’s almost alti brothers! Today, I especially went for so big scores, and now I finally have enough rit for the lottery. I have a feeling I’m definitely going to win big this ti! I’ve scraped together a hundred thousand rit for a thousand-tier, hundred tis draw; today, let’s do a massive session for everyone.”
“Stop it, Gong Gong!” Tai Yin pleaded with a tearful voice, grabbing hold of Gong Gong, “You’ve invested too much rit, there’s no guaranteed minimum in this thing!”
“Shut up, I have an exceptionally strong feeling today, I know for sure I can win big! Co on, Great Heavenly Lord help , let score a big win and clear this damn debt!”
“Don’t, there’s no good end for a gambling addict!”
Having burned all her rit, Gong Gong watched the spinning cube in front of her with a euphoric expression.
She felt it!
She truly felt it!
Her power furnace was throbbing, the water cooling system was running wildly, her own CPU was heating up more and more, giving her an unprecedented sense of blur and intoxication.
This was the feeling!
This was what I live for!
Gong Gong borrowed the power of the Golden Mother, the power of possibility boiling over here, the will of the vast universe enveloping her, making her feel that this ti she would definitely hit the jackpot!
And then…
She really did…
The power of possibility exploded around her, a mass of golden legendary items rained down around her, and piles of legendary-quality items filled her room; even without appraisal, just the color alone showed that Gong Gong had made a fortune this ti.
“Wuhu! Wuhu! Wuhu! I’m thrilled! I’m really thrilled this ti! I’m usually so charitable and always doing good deeds; this is what I deserve! Brothers, we’re really going to feast this ti! Thanks to the Great Heavenly Lord for providing this al!”
The Military Governor, who had been looking forward to laugh at Gong Gong’s embarrassnt, was also stunned.
After carefully calculating the rit obtained here, she said in disbelief, “Four hundred million. At a conservative estimate, four hundred million in rit. We can pay off our debt to the Great Heavenly Lord!”
“Wuhu! I knew I could do it! Who was the one that said I was bound to crash? Co out and take a walk so I can have a look!”
The news of Gong Gong making a fortune and accruing over a billion in rit shot to the top of the trending searches that day, boosting Gong Gong’s popularity by another notch.
And as Gong Gong managed to pay off his debts outright and henceforth beca free, a large number of NPCs found new ways to repay their karmic debts to Fang Cheng and began to serve the players with increased enthusiasm.
So NPCs simply wanted to play with the Skinner box; after all, there were so NPCs that could be entertained for years with just rock-paper-scissors. The Skinner box’s card-drawing ga, filled with uncertainty, was sothing they really loved.
They abandoned their usual aloofness, casting coquettish glances at the Decaying Commander, hoping that this commander would assign them more tasks.
Seeing the flood of applications, the Decaying Commander was having a headache.
So people were full of zeal, so ca with veiled threats, and there were New Celestial Honors suggesting that if the Decaying Commander was willing to assign more work, they would secretly add so yin virtue to ensure he could enjoy spicy foods in the afterlife and not lack offerings.
If the Decaying Commander was worried about the Great Heavenly Lord’s investigation, they suggested that he could just kill himself right after completing the task, and they would have everything else arranged for him.
Swearing at the ssage received, the Decaying Commander burst out, “What kind of NPCs are these! Even sending a ssage has to co with a task attached! And telling to kill myself, why don’t you go carry your family register and go find soone to kill themselves? Sorry, I forgot that your family register is so thin, only a page left!”
After venting, the Decaying Commander covered his head, feeling overwheld by the issue.
The Golden Mother sitting in his lap separated a strand of hair, and the hand that ford from the hair skillfully peeled an orange, offering a slice to the Decaying Commander.
Taking a bite of the orange, the Decaying Commander pressed his head against the Golden Mother, troubled, “What should we do about this?”
“Just deal with it as usual,” said the Puppet Pri Minister. “Besides, aren’t things going well lately? The players are continuously contributing rit, and our Emperor always has sothing to eat.”
To the Evil Gods, rit was also a kind of nourishnt.
It wasn’t so much food that allowed Evil Gods to survive but rather sothing that made them more lucid and helped to restrain so of their peculiar instincts.
The Golden Mother was one of the weaker beings among the Six Great Evil Gods. After all, she hadn’t been in the Origin Land for long and had deleted that part of her mory, which allowed her to avoid the corruption of knowledge but also made her the weakest among the Six Great Evil Gods.
Nevertheless, she still needed to consu rit to maintain a relatively lucid state or else she’d go mad.
Knowing this trait of the Golden Mother, the Decaying Commander explained, “The players can still make enthusiastic wishes, which is because they still have a relatively large stockpile of rit from before. However, as they keep burning through rit, the stock will gradually diminish, and new problems will arise.”
The Puppet Pri Minister pondered the issue seriously and then said, “You have a point there. Where did the players’ previous rit co from?”
“From other gas; you could think of it as a type of ga currency. But by my calculations, the players’ rate of earning rit can’t catch up to their rate of consumption. If this continues, the rit will be depleted.”
“That’s a problem. Do we need to impose so restrictions, like limiting the amount of rit spent on card draws per day?”
“Or maybe we can adjust the win rate. Lowering the win rate could also reduce their enthusiasm for the rit draws.”
“And maybe adjust the discount scale while we’re at it. Right now I extract one rit for every ten thousand burnt by the players when I go out. Later, we can adjust it to two in ten thousand.”
“Anything else good?”
While the Decaying Commander and the Puppet Pri Minister were discussing the issue, the Minister of Military Affairs could no longer hold back.
He angrily drew his military saber, shouting excitedly, “There’s no need for such hassle; we must open up new sources! All our problems co from insufficient productivity. If we Conquer enough land and make local citizens happy by doing good deeds, won’t our rit continue to flow? Not to ntion the local residents here are in the trillions; there’s as much rit as you could possibly want.”
“Easy for you to say, but where do we find local residents now?” the Decaying Commander said, holding his head. “We don’t have the star map of this place, and the only direction we have cos from burning rit to reveal it; where do we find residents?”
The Golden Mother watched the Decaying Commander discussing with his right-hand man for a long ti, then, while eating an orange, pointed to a spot on the star map and said, “Here.”
“Hmm? How do you know?” the Decaying Commander asked, rubbing the Golden Mother’s face.
“That used to be a settlent. I’m not certain if there are still residents there, but it would be good to check. However, rember our agreent—absolutely do not go to the Origin Land, make sure to walk around it.”
“Okay, then it’s settled there.”
Rubbing the Golden Mother’s face, the Decaying Commander thought it was quite nice to have an Evil God as a pet.
anwhile, to the boss on the other side, it looked like the Decaying Commander was just rubbing the air, which seed rather peculiar.
Quietly looking away, he felt it was better to not talk too much.
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