"Sia, initiate the Low-level lottery."
Blake exhaled slowly, steadying himself.
This was one of his favorite features—the multiversal lottery, a chance to pull anything from the farthest reaches of existence. Weapons, artifacts, powers... there was no telling what he might get.
"Understood! Deducting 30 Luck Points now!"
Sia's cheerful voice rang out.
No spinning wheel. No glowing portal. Just silence—
Fireworks exploded in his vision, a shower of golden sparks illuminating the darkness. As the light faded, two rings materialized in midair—one black, one white.
"Congratulations, Master!" Sia chimed. "You've obtained the [Judgment Ring] from Chivalry of a Failed Knight! A solid beginner item!"
Blake's crystal-blue eyes flickered as knowledge of the rings flooded his mind.
Black Ring – Sin: Absorbs incoming attacks.
White Ring – Punishment: Releases stored energy for a devastating counterattack.
A slow smirk formed on his lips.
The original owner of these rings had been a villain, but that hardly mattered.
The ability to absorb and return attacks? That was an absolute cheat in battle.
Blake's excitement only grew.
"Sia, keep going. Three more draws."
The anticipation in his voice was unmistakable.
The second draw was even better than the rings—a top-grade Body Refinement Pill from a world called the Falling Star Immortal Cultivation Realm.
Sia's voice practically sparkled as she explained:
"Master, this is a huge find! This pill will permanently enhance your physique, strengthen your energy foundation, and expand your Aether reserves!"
Blake raised an eyebrow.
A pill that could permanently boost his body and energy levels?
That was far more valuable than any equipment.
But then—his luck crashed and burned.
A palm-sized blue diamond—valuable, sure, but useless in combat.
A tenfold-concentrated stink bomb—completely worthless unless he wanted to weaponize body odor.
Blake sighed, running a hand through his silver hair.
"Looks like my luck peaked early."
With 135 Luck Points left, he decided to quit while he was ahead. Four draws had been more than enough for one night.
He didn't immediately retrieve the items, either.
Airi and Marina were still asleep beside him, their soft breathing filling the room. Waking them up with sudden flashes of energy probably wasn't a great idea.
Just as he was about to settle in for the night, Sia's voice cut through the silence—this time, with an unusual hesitation.
"Master... Sia suggests you consider leaving this world soon."
Blake's eyes sharpened.
"You're saying I've hit a dead zone? No more missions here?"
For all of Sia's bubbly personality, she never spoke without reason. If she was bringing this up, there was a problem.
"Yes, exactly," she confirmed. "Time in the High School DxD world is still moving while you're here. Every week you spend in this world equals a day passing there."
Blake frowned, fingers drumming against the sheets.
So if he lingered too long, he'd return to High School DxD with weeks of lost time—potentially missing opportunities or leaving people wondering where the hell he went.
His gaze flickered toward Airi and Marina.
They had just begun to trust him.
Leaving immediately after earning their affection felt... wrong.
"I'll stay for one more week," Blake decided. "Leaving right after bonding with them would make me feel like a complete asshole."
But Sia, as always, had a solution.
"Master, for just 30 Luck Points, you can adjust the time flow. No matter how long you stay in another world, only a week will pass in High School DxD."
Blake's tension melted.
That was a game-changer.
That meant he could train, explore, and power up in other worlds without worrying about losing time in his original one.
"Sia, I owe you one for that."
"Hehe~ Master is welcome!"
Blake let out a contented sigh, finally relaxing.
The day had been long, brutal, and exhausting—but it had also been productive.
He had secured powerful new items, gained a loyal partner, and now had a path forward.
Her soft voice faded into silence, leaving only the sound of slow, steady breathing.
The tick of the clock.
The rise and fall of his chest.
For now, all was calm.
But in the days to come?