[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Epic Draconic Bloodline, Ice-Fire Dragon Bloodline]
[Ice-Fire Dragon Bloodline: An epic dual-lineage Draconic bloodline that makes one adept at controlling Fire Originat and Ice Originat. Becomes the origin of fire and ice.]
[Because the Host has received the Ice-Fire Dragon Bloodline, you will receive its subsidiary bloodlines.]
[Host has received the Fire Dragon Bloodline.]
[Host has received the Ice Dragon Bloodline.]
When Drakion heard all of this, a wave of excitement surged through him. It felt like the waste of four spins had been completely redeemed, for he had received three Draconic bloodlines in return. The joy swelled inside him, curling his childish lips into a smile—unaware that certain Draconic eyes were watching him from afar.
"Master is so cute," Lizzy cooed, as both sister serpents held their cheeks, watching their master beam from ear to ear.
"His mature form was even better," the more voluptuous sister murmured dreamily. "He was like a god descending to the world... His golden eyes, like stars scattered across the universe, brought comfort to my soul."
"You two should stop fantasizing and focus on your training. That was Master’s command," Kaidros snapped, having overheard everything. He couldn’t stomach any more of their nonsense.
"This is training too," Lizzy replied cheekily. "Watching Master helps us grow accustomed to such overwhelming handsomeness—so much that no other man could ever steal our gaze."
Kaidros frowned. He didn’t know why, but for some strange reason... it felt like they were saying something profound.
Meanwhile, Drakion, emboldened by his previous win, couldn’t resist temptation any longer. He reached out once more and spun again.
Ticking—click—click—click—
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Draconic Shell (x1). Boundless luck awaits you!]
Drakion’s excitement dimmed instantly. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the newly drawn item. An eggshell? He couldn’t help but question why the system would include something so seemingly useless in the roulette.
"Well... one can’t truly succeed in something without first failing at it," Drakion mused. The thought gave him just enough resolve to continue.
Ticking—click—click—click—
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Draconic Shell (x1). Boundless luck awaits you!]
Ticking—click—click—click—
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Draconic Shell (x1). Boundless luck awaits you!]
Ticking—click—click—click—
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: Draconic Shell (x1). Boundless luck awaits you!]
When only one spin remained, Drakion’s eyes finally opened wide. He stared at the pile of eggshells he had collected, a vein almost popping on his forehead. He felt the urge to curse the system, yet it still chirped: "Boundless luck awaits you!"
Now, he truly understood the pain of those who played BetaNaija, SportyBet, and their ilk. The rewards appeared enticing—but once you reached for them and wasted your resources, only then would your eyes open. And by then... it was too late. Everything would already be gone.
The legendary phantom of all gamblers.
The Hero no one who played SportyBet could forget—
The Hero who cashed out everyone’s money and soared away with it.
This Hero made people laugh through their tears.
When your money vanished, laughter would be your only refuge—
Not out of joy, but because tears could no longer fall.
In Nigeria, they say: Ó ti lọ—It is gone.
Drakion glared at the system, his mind burning with realization. He now understood—this roulette had been a cunning bait all along.
After his first four spins brought him nothing but disappointment, just when he was about to give up, the system lured him in again. It gave him an epic bloodline—then followed it with nothing but eggshells.
[Host should continue spinning. This is your last spin.]
"It’s not me and you. I’m not spinning again," Drakion said, shaking his head with conviction. Now that he had escaped the grip of temptation, there was no way he was going back.
[Host should be notified that the spin only lasts for thirty minutes. Ten minutes remain before the final spin ends itself.]
When Drakion heard this, he blinked. He thought he had misheard.
"There’s nothing like that on the roulette," Drakion said, pointing suspiciously at the spinning interface.
[Host should check very well.]
Drakion furrowed his brows. There was no way his eyes could betray him.
"Jesus Christ!" Drakion shouted as he spotted it—right there in the spin box: a countdown. And it was ticking—less than nine minutes left. He rubbed his eyes furiously, half-wondering if the garri he drank back on Earth was still messing with his vision. But no... the countdown was still there.
There was only one explanation—the system had done something.
"But it wasn’t there before!" Drakion shouted in disbelief.
[The system had forgotten to mention it... and just put it there.]
At that moment, Drakion began to twitch, veins pulsing with frustration. Now he knew exactly where Drax got it from.
"This is fcking shit! Fck your ass! F*ck you!" Drakion exploded, unleashing a tirade of curses in the rawest Nigerian fashion.
[According to data collected from Host Memory, this is an insult from your former world. Reducing reward to +1 level.]
Drakion froze, stunned. "Wait—let me explain. You know what? Let’s talk like mature people," he said, forcing a peacekeeping smile.
[Host shouldn’t worry. You’ve already been spoken to maturely. Oh—and by the way, Host, I have no ass... so there’s nothing to f*ck.]
Drakion sighed and looked toward the heavens, wondering how many auras he had already lost from all the bashing the system kept dishing out.
"System... you know this is bullying, right?" he groaned.
[Then Host should come and fight the System.]
Another aura vanished from his core.
Drakion clenched his fists. He wanted to beat the system senseless—but how could he fight his own cheat? He’d have to kill himself just to maybe find where the system even existed.
"Take heart, Drakion. That’s my mentor for you," Drax said, patting him gently on the shoulder.
Drakion had already lost interest in the spin. He wasn’t playing a roulette anymore... he was being toasted.
Ticking—click—click—click—
[Congratulations, Host. You have received a Rare Dragon Bloodline: Mechanical Dragon Bloodline.]
Mechanical Dragon Bloodline: Forged rather than born, this bloodline traces its roots to an ancient fusion of Originat and machinery. A bloodline that contains the essence of Originat, Draconic might, and advanced machinery.