[CURRENT DAILY TAX-GEM INCOME: 0 SPIRIT right STONES! TIME REMAINING ON LIMITED SSR BANNER: 00:08:00!]
Flashing red bankruptcy warnings filled Chosen One Lei Zhen’s vision like a swarm of angry hornets.
For five years, ever since the [Supreme Gacha-Weapon System] bonded to his soul, Lei Zhen had treated the three billion miners and blacksmiths of Worlds #2 and #3 like disposable copper coins in his pocket. Whenever he wanted to pull a new shiny weapon banner, he raised taxes by another five percent, threw a few stubborn union elders into the smelting pit.
Watched the Spirit Stones roll in.
Now, because a middle-aged dad in house slippers had dumped ten thousand tons of scrap pig-iron into a wooden box. Moreover, Handed out ten million free, indestructible Rank 6 cast-iron woks, his entire planetary revenue stream had hit absolute zero in sixty seconds!
“Zero Spirit Stones?! How am I supposed to pay for my final ten-pull to hit the 1,000-pull SSR Hard Pity if nobody pays taxes or buys my swords?!”
Up in his solid-gold flying chariot, Lei Zhen completely dropped his benevolent saint mask. His handsome face twisted with the ugly, frantic rage of a casino gambler whose credit card had just been declined one spin before the jackpot.
