Lu Xun opened the gacha page and selected the ten-pull option.
Suddenly, a brilliant golden light erupted on the interface, instantly capturing his attention. He froze for a moment.
"A gold pull?"
"For real?"
A brand-new golden card occupied the center of the screen, emitting sharp, exquisite particle effects.
A domineering aura surged forth!
"Holy crap, I actually got a gold!"
Lu Xun's eyes went wide, and his mouth hung open in disbelief.
It had only been thirty pulls and he’d already hit gold. Was his luck just that good, or was the drop rate in this game naturally high?
It was unbelievable!
He took a sharp breath, his heart racing with excitement and nerves as he looked at the golden character card.
【Bloodflame Dog Emperor: Andrew Wayne (lv1)】
【Beastman · Male · ...】
【...】
"Hmm..." Lu Xun propped up his arm and rubbed his chin. His gaze narrowed, focusing entirely on the word "Male." Then, he shifted his eyes slightly to examine the character art on the card.
Short hair, wolf ears, and a cold, stern expression...
So it was a male character...
Lu Xun skipped the card reveal page with an expressionless face.
I don't play male characters. Trash.
...
In the Northlands, at Frostspine Ridge.
Heavy dark clouds pressed down from the sky. An eternal, frigid wind whipped up ice shards and snow, scraping across the exposed permafrost.
This place was a wasteland of death. Once life set foot here, all that awaited was a countdown to the end.
Yet, in such a treacherous place, a single tent fluttered violently in the cold wind.
Inside the tent were a flickering campfire and two youths.
The wind outside howled like a vengeful ghost, relentlessly battering the tent. Only by relying on that dancing flame could the two of them barely survive in this extreme cold. But if this continued, they would both eventually die of hypothermia.
Despite the dire situation, no fear showed on their faces, which were flushed red from the cold.
These two hadn't come here on a whim or because they lacked respect for nature.
If one looked closely, two drooping, furry wolf ears could be seen tucked beneath their thick wool hats.
As beastmen, they possessed an inherent, deep-seated reverence for nature. They would never have come here if not for something they absolutely had to do.
The slightly older youth had thicker, stiffer fur, carrying a wolf-like ferocity. However, in this harsh environment, the fierce light in his eyes was growing dimmer.
"Andrew, do you think we can make it to the legendary Bloodflame Forbidden Sea alive?" His gaze was fixed on the campfire. At this life-or-death juncture, he wasn't looking for a specific answer from Andrew; he just wanted to talk.
Talking about anything was fine, as long as they didn't let the silence take over.
Otherwise, his last shred of courage would be swallowed by the raging blizzard.
But for a long time, there was no response from Andrew.
"Andrew?" Bruce's heart tightened, and he looked up.
Dammit, at a time like this, please don't let it be...
"Andrew!" he roared. Andrew startled, snapped back to his senses, and looked at him with a hint of confusion.
"What is it, Bruce?"
"Why didn't you answer me when I called? Do you know how terrifying that is? I thought you'd frozen to death!" Bruce's face was filled with uncontrollable anger. If not for the environment requiring them to move as little as possible, he would have punched Andrew to make him remember this stupid mistake.
Faced with Bruce's angry scolding, Andrew said nothing. He simply lowered his head and hugged his knees tightly.
Bruce frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you, Andrew? You've been distracted ever since I called you."
Andrew sighed. "I don't know how to describe the feeling, Bruce. Just now... I felt like someone was looking at me."
Bruce froze for a second before snapping, "Andrew, don't talk nonsense! How could there be a third person in a place like this?"
"No! No! Bruce, you misunderstand." Andrew raised his head, looking at Bruce with incredible seriousness. "It wasn't... it wasn't necessarily a person. If I had to say, I'd think it was a god!
I felt the gaze of a deity fall upon me just now, but that gaze vanished very quickly."
After Andrew finished, he muttered to himself in a strange tone, "This is so weird. Why would I feel that?"
Bruce was stunned. The next second, he stood up in excitement, his heavy fur coat falling off due to his sudden movement.
"Bruce, what are you doing? Aren't you afraid of hypothermia!" Andrew shouted in alarm.
Bruce didn't care at all. He laughed loudly and said, "This feeling is exactly right, Andrew! Don't forget why we're going to the Bloodflame Forbidden Sea. We have the blood of a god flowing in our veins! This proves we're on the right track!
That feeling of being watched by a god wasn't an illusion. It must have been our ancestor, the Bloodflame Demon Dog, watching over us! He saw our hard work, and this is our reward!"
Bruce grinned, revealing the sharp fangs unique to the wolf tribe. "Andrew, what are you waiting for? We can't keep our ancestor waiting. I'm filled with strength now!"
Andrew opened his mouth to speak, but seeing Bruce so energized, he didn't want to say anything that would dampen his spirits.
In the tribe, people always said that being watched by a god was not a good thing.
In most cases, it signaled an impending disaster.
Even for their ancestor, the Bloodflame Demon Dog, it was likely the same.
Besides, a divine title like Bloodflame Demon Dog sounded exactly like the name of an evil god.
But Andrew was the one who had dragged him toward the Bloodflame Forbidden Sea. He was also sick of being labeled as weak in the tribe. He might as well use this opportunity to prove himself to everyone.
As for whether they could actually meet the Bloodflame Demon Dog, he didn't hold much hope.
In fact, no one had ever even seen the place called the Bloodflame Forbidden Sea.
Yet, there was still a tiny sliver of hope in his heart.
He hoped that a god really had been willing to cast a brief glance upon him.
Even if he was only watched for a fleeting moment, it made him happy.
At least he wouldn't be a worthless coward.
...
"Another failed gamble..."
Lu Xun looked at his inventory, now filled with a bunch of white-quality items, and his heart bled.
If he had known the cost-effectiveness of the gacha was this low, he would have been better off using his Prestige to upgrade the shop.
Maybe if he upgraded the shop a few more levels, he could just buy purple or gold items whenever he wanted. Instead, he had insisted on wasting resources on gacha pulls. A hundred Prestige points for one white-quality potion...
It was a total ripoff!
Rate on N.U.
