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Chapter 289: The Newcomer's One Day (3)
Under the piercing stares of the Players, Lucky Emperor silently closed his eyes, murmuring prayers under his breath—calling upon every deity he could name, from Jade Emperor to the Buddha himself. Only after exhausting the entire pantheon did he draw in a deep breath and slowly begin to open the Crate.
The Player acting as the house dealer anxiously stretched on tiptoe.
Shwaa—
A flash of White Light spilled from the metal box.
[Goblin's Leather Pants]
Quality: Common
Description: Unlike dogs, Goblinoids are covered in Scales rather than fur, and often tremble with fear in the cold. Thus, a pair of leather pants made from Beast hide tends to make them feel proud. If you lean in close, you might even catch a faint, Strange odor.
"Ugh—"
"Looks like he's hit the Gambler's Curse again."
"What's so special about a stinky pair of pants?"
Hearing the jeers around him, Lucky Emperor’s face flushed crimson. He clenched his teeth, muttering through gritted jaws: "Wait and see… I still have three chances left. I don’t believe nothing will drop at all!"
In the crowd, the Mage clad in a Long Robe let out another sinister chuckle. Charlotte stared into the distance at Lucky Emperor, his hooded eyes glowing with an endless darkness. He whispered, softly, almost tenderly:
"Ah… poor child. This is only the beginning of hell."
"Once more!"
Lucky Emperor gasped like a man drowning, sweat pouring from his brow in large beads.
Another White Light flared.
A wave of putrid stench erupted from the box—so foul that flies were drawn in by the smell, buzzing toward the crate.
[Goblin Butcher's Leather Mask]
Quality: Common
Description: Goblinoids aren’t exactly clean creatures—some might even say they’re filthy. Yet even they can’t stand certain Decaying Meats. So, an ingenious Goblinoid butcher invented this leather mask. Though it’s clearly seen long use.
"Impossible…" Lucky Emperor froze, his body rigid, face turning ashen.
"HAHA! This guy’s so unlucky!"
"Good job, homeboy! You’ve got the Follower of the Goblinoid God right there!"
Even Charlotte, amidst the crowd, let a flicker of pity pass through his gaze. The stench, the laughter, the merciless mockery—surrounding Lucky Emperor like a suffocating fog.
But instead of collapsing, he grew more frantic. His breathing grew ragged, his face flushed crimson, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Three losses don’t mean anything!"
"Where’s the Lucky Emperor’s luck?!"
"My turn! Open the Box!"
With a thunderous slam, Lucky Emperor pounded the Crate, roaring at the top of his lungs.
Another new metal crate burst open—spilling another White Light.
[Failed Goblin Egg]
Quality: Common
Description: Goblinoids usually incubate their eggs in warm, dry caves. If hatching fails, the nutrient-rich eggs become valuable emergency rations. They smell like eggs—but with a thick, overpowering stench. Plenty of food, filling and abundant. But no chef with any ambition would even glance at such ingredients.
"No loot… again… no loot…"
Lucky Emperor’s face turned deathly pale. In the grip of raw emotion, his entire body trembled uncontrollably, words spilling out incoherently.
"This guy’s really doomed…"
"Catastrophic Start."
"Small bets are fun. Big bets ruin lives. Gambling hard? You’re finished."
Even the onlookers began to feel pity.
A newcomer. Loaned Opening Boxes. Bad Luck. No drops.
It was as if every negative buff had been stacked to maximum. If this final crate failed to drop anything, he’d face a Bearing Massive Debt and Broke—a true Catastrophic Start. He’d be crushed at the starting line, with no chance of recovery.
"This is it… the last crate."
Lucky Emperor gasped for air, sweat dripping from his chin like rain. But he lifted his head slightly, eyes bloodshot, his expression burning with fanatical determination.
"Kids don’t cry every day. Gamblers don’t lose forever. Watch me come back from desperation!"
"OPEN THE BOX!"
With a roar, Lucky Emperor slammed the crate once more. The words rang out with the force of a man ready to bet his soul.
Shwaa—
Another White Light pierced through the cracks.
[Goblin's Wooden Spear]
Quality: Common
Description: As common as weeds, Goblinoids gather in hordes to Hunt. The Spear is their most trusted weapon. But they wisely avoid Colossal Entities—this Roughly Crafted tool can’t even pierce thick hide.
Thud.
Lucky Emperor collapsed to his knees.
His face was ghostly pale. His gaze was hollow—like a soul stolen away.
"How… how could this happen?!"
"I had Insider Information!"
Lonely Like Snow gently placed a hand on Lucky Emperor’s shoulder. His own expression wasn’t much better—clouded with gloom, as if shrouded in sorrow.
"This guy isn’t just bad luck…
He dragged me down too."
"If only I’d followed S Master’s Guide…"
Lonely Like Snow remained outwardly calm, but inside, he was screaming silently. The thought of starting with a debt of five Gold Coins filled him with regret.
With confidence in the Drop Rate utterly shattered, he stepped forward with a resigned shrug—rolling the dice with nothing left to lose.
"Whatever. I’m here. Might as well rely on pure Luck."
"Maybe, just maybe… Random Luck will finally shine."
He chuckled faintly, then flipped open the Crate.
Shwaa—
"Whoa! Loot dropped!"
"The first Blue Gear since Server Launch!"
"This is the real Lucky Emperor!"
The crowd erupted in chaos. Even Lucky Emperor, still kneeling, turned in disbelief. From the shadows, Charlotte’s eyes widened—shock flickering across his face.
A brilliant Blue Light poured from the crate’s seam.
Then, within the box, lay a magnificent, intricately crafted Armor Class—its surface etched with complex Runes, exuding a subtle Luxury Aura.
On its chest, an emblem of Fire entwined with a Dragon—clearly the masterpiece of the Kingdom’s Magic Ministry.
[Kingdom’s Adamantine Armor]
Quality: Rare
Description: Forged from Mithril—the hardest known material in existence. The Armor consists of narrow iron slats riveted onto a leather backing worn over an Underlayer Garment, with flexible Chain Mail protecting the joints. When worn, Low-Rank Magic and Ordinary Blows struggle to inflict harm.
"Whoa…"
"Wait—this is real?"
Lonely Like Snow stood frozen, utterly speechless.
The Serpent Folk lady stepped forward with a smile. "What a fortunate guest. To receive such a Bestowal—it’s clear the King himself has taken an interest in you."
Only then did the realization sink in.
His face lit up with ecstatic disbelief.
"Wait—I actually got loot?!"
Human joy and sorrow are never shared.
Below, Lucky Emperor could only stare, his heart breaking.
It should’ve been me…
I was the Lucky Emperor…
Next should’ve been my turn…
(End of Chapter)
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