Chapter 147: European Emperor Trailblazer Draws Gold
That's right, it was a die. A giant polyhedral die, two meters high, with strange symbols carved on each face.
"What the hell is this?" Orion narrowed his eyes, an uneasy feeling rising in his heart. This doesn't look like something from Jarilo-VI. I feel like I've seen this style before... Nihility?
Something was wrong; the game's plot didn't have this development. Why did something like this suddenly appear?
"Wow—" The Trailblazer's exclamation interrupted his thoughts. The gray-haired girl was already close to the die, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Such a big die!" She reached out to touch it.
"Trailblazer, be careful," Dan Heng quickly followed.
"Look, there's writing here!" she pointed.
They gathered to look and saw a passage carved in common script:
[Welcome to the "Dice Blind Box Machine"! Tired of the same old ice and snow? Come try your luck! Each input will open a surprise blind box! How to use: Please insert an item, silently recite any sentence, and press the button.]
Below the text was a palm-sized slot and a button.
"A blind box machine?" March 7th scratched her head.
"It looks like it," Dan Heng frowned. "But its origin is unknown, it's best not to try it…"
Snap!
The Trailblazer had already slapped the button. But nothing happened.
"Eh?" she tilted her head. "Is it broken?"
"Oh!" March 7th realized. "You have to put in a coin first, right?"
"Oh, right!" The Trailblazer's eyes lit up. After fumbling for a long time, she only pulled out a rusty old coin. "I picked this up in a trash can yesterday. It should work, right?"
"Wait—" Dan Heng tried to stop her, but her actions were faster. She pushed the coin into the slot, muttering, "I want… lots and lots of money!"
Snap! The button was pressed.
Rumble— The giant die suddenly floated up and spun wildly. It landed on a face carved with a coin pattern.
Click! A door opened on the side, and countless golden coins poured out like a tide, piling up into a small mountain!
"Wow!!!" The Trailblazer's eyes gleamed as she pounced into the pile of coins. "We're rich! March, Dan Heng, we're rich!"
Dan Heng, however, vigilantly stared at the die. "This thing is too suspicious. We'd better not touch it again—"
"Let me try too!" March 7th had already rushed to the die excitedly. She pulled out a landscape photo. "I'll put this in! I want… hmm, I want to drink sweet soda!"
Snap! The die roared and spun, landing on a face with a water droplet. Then… nothing.
"Eh?" March 7th looked around. "Why isn't anything coming out?"
Whoosh— The fountain in the center of the square suddenly changed! The clear water turned into colorful liquids with a sweet, cloying scent.
The Trailblazer curiously tasted it. "It really is orange soda! So sweet!"
"The fountain turned into a soda fountain?!" March 7th looked on in disbelief.
Orion stood to the side, observing. What exactly is this thing? If it's related to Nihility… then it would be troublesome.
At this time, the Belobog citizens watching from the side recovered from their panic. Panic was quickly replaced by fanaticism, and the crowd began to stir, everyone wanting to draw their own prize. The Silvermane Guards quickly came to maintain order, but there were always people who slipped through.
"I want gold coins!" a merchant shouted, putting in his wallet. Click! Out came… a mechanical bird that could sing.
"My turn!" A woman put in her earrings. "I want jewelry!" Out came a large pile of sparkling glass marbles.
But some people were lucky.
"Holy moly! There really are gold coins! And they're cat-shaped!"
"I drew a pile of golden five-star limited cards!"
"Huh? A live Belobog Snowbear? Aren't these extinct?"
All sorts of strange and rare items kept dropping out. The entire square fell into a frenzied carnival.
"It looks more like it's completely random," Dan Heng analyzed. "But there seems to be some kind of malicious humor in these outcomes."
Orion stood with his arms crossed, deep in thought. A wishing machine? Is it really that simple…?
Just then, a petite figure appeared in the crowd. It was a white-haired, red-eyed girl, looking no older than 11 or 12, barefoot, trying hard to squeeze her way in.
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