“Three... three low-grade Spirit Stones?!”
Hovering thirty feet above the plaza in his heart-patterned boxers and torn wool sock, twenty-year-old Chosen One Lei Zhen stared down at the three tiny gray pebbles sitting in Grandpa Yao’s palm.
His lips trembled. The six-inch stub of hollow gold-painted plastic hilt slipped from his nerveless fingers and clattered onto the flagstones below.
For five years, Lei Zhen had betrayed his fellow townsfolk, enslaved three billion miners, thrown honest blacksmiths like Master Tie Shan into cages, and emptied the treasuries of two entire worlds. All because the [Supreme Gacha-Weapon System] promised him that once he reached his 1,000-pull Hard Pity, he would receive an invincible SSR Divine Weapon that would make him an immortal ruler of the stars!
To hit that 1,000th pull today, he had even signed the 500% compound-interest loan, letting the System strip away his palace, his armor, and his pants!
And now, an eight-year-old girl in pigtails had bitten his fifty-billion-stone “God-Slaying Blood Blade” in half like a cheap wafer and proved to three billion people that his ultimate jackpot was literally hollow tin foil painted over three low-grade pebbles!
“You lied to me...” Lei Zhen whispered, clutching his head with both hands as blood tears leaked from his eyes. “System!
