Free Web NovelChapter 187: Chapter 177: The Dwarves’ Competitive Passion
"I don’t know. Maybe it’s a Spell he learned from the Great Elder? Something that helps with gacha pulls."
"Nonsense. The Great Elder’s eyes are so blurry he can’t even play the game. How could he know anything about pulls?"
"Well, that’s why he’s the Great Elder."
Amid the chatter, Bane began his first round of pulls.
No one thought much of it. The first few rounds were usually just a warm-up; who ever got a hit right off the bat?
"Gold!" a sharp-eyed Dwarf exclaimed, pointing at the projection screen.
Soon, most of the others noticed the unusual sight, their surprise mixed with disbelief.
’Why?’
’And on what grounds?’
Bane didn’t even bother to look at each individual card he’d drawn. He skipped the ritual of flipping them one by one and just revealed everything he’d gotten at once.
"It’s the Legendary Ranger, Almir!"
someone shouted the name.
Bane curled his lip in displeasure. ’Sharp Ears. I’d rather not have it.’
"Who wants this skin? I’ll give it to them for free!"
"Me! Me!"
Stunned by Master Bane’s generosity, the Dwarves immediately started fighting over it.
It was an Elf skin, but hey, free is free.
Besides, this skin’s finishing animation was one of the cooler ones from the event. It was hot on the secondary market, so even if you didn’t want it, you could sell it for some easy money.
There was no celebration. Bane went straight to his second ten-pull.
No one paid much mind. ’Who could possibly pull two golds in a row?’
"A gold drop!" someone yelled again.
"Huh?"
Before the crowd could process what was happening, the same Dwarf shouted again.
"It’s two golds!"
As Bane revealed his haul, two golden cards stood out, dazzlingly conspicuous.
The Dwarf King, and a board skin: Dragonbone Battlefield.
Too much shock leads to numbness.
As Bane pulled more and more, the onlooking Dwarves grew numb to the golden flashes.
They could hardly accept what was happening before their eyes.
’How could anyone have it this easy with gacha pulls?’
And of all people, it was Bane Furnace, the one who’d been ridiculed for failing to get a single rare drop in three thousand pulls.
’Are we even playing the same game?’
Bane ended his session with a record of 28 golds in one thousand pulls, averaging one gold in under 40 pulls.
He was stopping now because Zog had only arranged one thousand pulls for him.
He climbed on top of the game machine and looked down on the crowd.
He had to admit, the structure of the game machine designed by the Dwarves was impressively sturdy. Its slender body was able to support Bane’s nearly two-hundred-pound frame.
"When did Bane Furnace become the luckiest Dwarf in the Furnace Clan?"
He cupped a hand to his ear, tilted his head, and theatrically waited for the crowd’s response.
"Today! It was today..."
the Dwarves in the shop shouted in unison.
"Hahaha!"
Bane laughed, beside himself with glee. ’This feels amazing. It’s been a long time since I felt this good.’
This was arguably the third peak of his life, after earning the "Furnace" title and defeating a Bone Dragon in single combat.
"DING-DONG."
A new message notification came from his portable social circle Magical Device.
The Zog Group had named it a "cell phone," even though it had no call function, couldn’t play short videos, and had no mobile games. It was exclusively for the Deer Spirit Social Circle and was as large as an old brick phone. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
But its exorbitant price still made it a symbol of prestigious status.
Without a second thought, Bane opened the device, and an Illusion screen appeared. He had completely forgotten that the shop’s broadcast camera was still pointed at him.
Now, his every move was being projected onto the same screen normally used to display the game.
Red Dragon Eating Potatoes: How are the probabilities now?
This sentence was also captured on camera.
Although the projection on the screen was reversed, it didn’t stop the Dwarves from reading it.
"How are the probabilities? What does that mean?" After one voice asked this, the game shop fell instantly silent.
The "Red Dragon Eating Potatoes" account had long been identified as belonging to Zog. Zog asking Bane about the probabilities, combined with Bane’s freakishly high drop rate today, made it hard for people not to let their imaginations run wild.
Everyone stared at Bane, waiting for the old Dwarf to offer an explanation.
As for Bane, he was sweating so profusely he could have washed his face with it.
’I’ve been renowned my whole life. My reputation isn’t going to be ruined over a gacha session, is it?’ frёewebηovel.cѳm
’Then again, with my skills, my reputation can’t get *that* bad.’
’Most people would probably just see this cheating as a clumsy prank.’
’But I have an image to maintain.’
’Maybe I should just give away all the skins I pulled?’
’I could say I negotiated them from Zog as a gaming perk for the Furnace Clan.’
’That would definitely get me off the hook, but the problem is I’d lose the Dwarf King skin I finally managed to get.’
’I can’t just shamelessly go and ask Zog for another one.’
Caught in a dilemma, Bane received a lifeline from Zog.
Red Dragon Eating Potatoes: The Elves from the Silver-White City State have responded to the short film of the Dwarves critiquing Elven craftsmanship. I’m teleporting the recorded Magic Crystal Stone to you. I suggest you show it to everyone.
A Teleportation Array then lit up, and a Magic Crystal Stone appeared in a flash of light.
A flash of inspiration hit Bane. He declared with passionate fervor, "Yes, the probabilities! The probability of winning the Bladesmithing Competition!"
"Bladesmithing Competition? What’s that?"
"Who could possibly compete with us in forging?!"
"The Sharp Ears, maybe."
"No way they’re better than us!"
The Dwarves in the shop began to mutter amongst themselves.
"The Bladesmithing Competition, hosted by the Zog Group, will be a contest broadcast on the Magic Vision Device, where Dwarves and Elves will compete to see whose forging skills are superior!"
Bane continued.
In truth, he didn’t quite remember the specific format of the Bladesmithing Competition. For instance, it wasn’t just a contest between Dwarves and Elves; they were simply the contestants for the first season.
