Drawing cards from the black hole was too outrageous.
It made Ryosuke feel like, if he scolded it, he felt a bit embarrassed.
After all, the things it gave were very suitable, and very powerful.
But if he didn't scold, he felt like he lost out… it was a feeling that was hard to describe.
This was simply because Ryosuke's breadth of knowledge wasn't enough.
If Kamihara Hayato were here, he would immediately sum it up as, 'Isn't this just the 'vegetable-price service, meat-price fee' during a massage?'
Usually, the girls who are "vegetable-price service, meat-price fee" are often beautiful and attractive. Going and returning, it counts as a different kind of experience. It's not really much of a loss, just more or less a bit frustrating.
After it ends, just switch to another shop.
Ryosuke didn't have Kamihara Hayato's experience, but he also didn't want to continue drawing cards in the black hole.
Otherwise, once his resources were exhausted, and he ended up returning holding only three 5-star Stands, that wouldn't be as good as upgrading the little plane to level 6, maybe it would unlock "Aerosmith, Nuclear Bomb Version."
"So…"
Ryosuke stood in front of the white hole.
"Come on!"
Whether success or failure, he would accept it.
Ninety-nine stars were thrown into the white hole. They rolled and spun continuously. After flashing across the opening at the center of the white hole, a button appeared beside Ryosuke's hand.
As long as he judged the timing correctly and pressed the button, the planet that appeared at the opening would be ejected.
Three identical planets would grant a Stand.
And, this time Ryosuke saw that among the pile of colorful planets, a planet emitting a dazzling rosy glow would occasionally flash by.
Very clearly, the other colors represented 5-stars.
The rosy glow represented 6-stars.
In other words, the white hole draw was no longer purely based on luck.
As long as Ryosuke operated properly, with 99 draws, he could definitely draw a 6-star Stand.
Most importantly, the rotation speed of the planets wasn't fast.
For ordinary people it might be a bit difficult, but with Ryosuke's dynamic vision, he could absolutely capture the flashing opportunity.
Ryosuke stared at the white hole's core. At the moment the rosy glow appeared, he pressed the button.
Click!
The first planet appeared. Color, rosy glow.
Ryosuke tightened his fist slightly, joy rising in his heart.
But right after the first planet was spat out, the rotation speed of the planets inside the white hole suddenly increased several dozen times.
"As expected, it won't be that easy."
Ryosuke held his breath. At the current speed, he needed extreme focus to lock onto the rosy planet.
Pa!
He pressed the button again.
The second planet appeared. Color, rosy glow.
'Second success!'
Ryosuke let out a long breath.
At the same time, the rotation speed increased tenfold again.
Just like a priest performing Made in Heaven, flashes rapidly swept before his eyes.
Even with Ryosuke's dynamic vision, he could only see streaks of afterimages.
If he wanted to "see" and then "press," there wouldn't be enough time. The rotation and flickering speed of the planets surpassed Ryosuke's neural reaction speed. He could only predict.
"The time between the rosy planet flashing by and appearing again is roughly three seconds."
"But the problem is, each time will have an error of 0.0-something seconds. That means I have to gamble on the error for when the rosy planet appears next."
Sweat formed in Ryosuke's palms, and his heart pounded hard.
If he guessed wrong, not only would the 99 draws be wasted, it would also mean that using this Ascension Star Core this time did not draw a 6-star.
That would be a huge waste of resources.
'This is exactly why I hate gambling.'
There were already enough uncontrollable things in life.
Gambling was no different than artificially creating uncontrollable behavior.
Ryosuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath, silently counting the timing. The rosy planet flashed by again and again, but he kept delaying, not pressing the button, letting the limited-time draw's countdown continue to run out.
Until a certain moment...
'It's now!'
Ryosuke suddenly opened his eyes, about to press the button.
The always-nestled-beside-him Terumi Mei suddenly moved. She shifted into a more comfortable sleeping position, and in her sleep, she wrapped her arms around Ryosuke's, and even opened her mouth…
And gently bit his arm.
That tiny movement made Ryosuke momentarily lose focus, and the finger pressing down slowed for an instant.
Crap!
The white hole stopped rotating and spat out the third planet. Color…
Rosy glow.
The next moment, the three rosy planets floated in the air in a triangular formation. From within the white hole, countless streams of colorful light spewed out. Ryosuke seemed to hear the jubilant cheers of life.
The life-fluctuating light streams merged into the three planets, gathered together, and finally exploded with a boom.
Ryosuke's vision no longer sank into darkness but turned into a blinding white.
From the vast whiteness, a figure walked out of the white hole.
Ryosuke couldn't see its appearance clearly, yet he felt a hint of familiarity from its body.
Until it approached, Ryosuke's pupils shrank.
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[Stand Name: Weather Report]
[6 Star]
[Level: 1]
[Owner: Dominic Pucci (Weather Report)]
[Ability: Controls the weather.]
[Notes: None.]
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Standing before Ryosuke was a humanoid cloud-shaped Stand with a blue-white body, and just like the original Weather Report's personality, the Stand's description was extremely concise.
Its ability was only three words, [Controls the weather.]
That's it.
Because it simply didn't need any further explanation, that was Weather Report's ability.
There were no restrictions, no conditions, no side effects. As long as it was summoned, whether it was a hundred-kilometer scale or a one-meter radius, whether storm, heavy rain, hail, or thunderstorm, all could be summoned at will.
Of course, that didn't mean Weather Report was an invincible ability. Unlike other Stands that controlled time, space, gravity, consciousness distortion, etc., Weather Report had no "mechanics," it was pure stats.
Its specialty was sheer quantity and saturation.
From this perspective, it perfectly compensated for Ryosuke's shortcomings.
Ryosuke didn't lack mechanics.
Time Stop, Bites the Dust, gravity manipulation.
What he lacked was large-scale offensive means.
C-Moon could compensate for a part of that, but a radius of 3 kilometers, sounds big, but when applied in battle, it was still too small.
If he had obtained Weather Report earlier, Ryosuke wouldn't have needed to leave Kyoto at all. With a single snap, hundreds of ball lightning strikes would drop, frying the tailed beasts into charcoal.
Most importantly, Ryosuke had already defeated the Five Great Nations.
Although there were still the Masked Man, Uchiha Itachi, and that sinister Big Snake Guy, was that his name? Without the resource support of the Five Nations, they wouldn't be able to stir up much trouble in the end.
Ryosuke's current imaginary enemies were the aliens on the moon.
Weather Report's effective range happened to meet the needs of interstellar-level combat.
He closed the Stand description and looked at the remaining number of draws.
41 draws left, meaning 4,100 soul fragments.
'That's it.'
Ryosuke didn't intend to continue drawing from the black hole.
There were less than four minutes left before the limited-time draw interface closed. He didn't know if limited-time draws had a "pity counter" or accumulation mechanism.
If not, then it would purely be throwing resources into the water.
Ryosuke exited the draw interface. The starry sky streaked past him. His consciousness returned to his body.
A few minutes later, the limited-time draw ended. The Ascension Star Core's glow faded, and finally disappeared completely.
This time, a total of 379 draws were spent.
He obtained Weather Report, the Ticket of Tears, and the Pearl Jam.
The price spent was very high, but absolutely worth it.
Compared to himself ten minutes ago, his tactical options had instantly multiplied.
Ryosuke looked at the peacefully sleeping Terumi Mei.
"Thank you."
If it weren't for her, Ryosuke would probably already be holding his head in regret, cursing the system like a gambling addict who lost everything.
Limited-time draws… really were way too "horror-themed."
The steep price of 100 fragments per draw made every ten-pull feel painfully expensive. With sunk costs building up, and with the 10-minute time limit, Ryosuke's emotions would uncontrollably tighten.
As if hearing Ryosuke's voice, Terumi Mei rubbed the drool at the corner of her mouth on his clothes.
Ryosuke was speechless.
Terumi Mei suddenly shivered and woke up.
Ryosuke asked her, "Did you dream of something tasty?"
"Tasty…"
Terumi Mei's cheeks flushed slightly. She glanced sideways at Ryosuke.
She smacked her lips but didn't speak, just the corner of her mouth slightly curved up.