Chapter 66: Early Morning Routine (2/26)

That night, Ou Xiaolu did not sleep well. He and A Luo kept watch for any possible enemies, only drifting off in the middle of the night.

The next morning, Ou Xiaolu had already developed the habit of drawing the lottery first, then checking the status of the worlds he was running. Today, once again, he received three fragments that couldn’t be combined, but over on Booth’s side, there was some good news.

It was nighttime for Booth, who had spent the day running around, and he encountered the first organization in that world: members of the Anti-Magic Association. The organization sounded grand, but in reality, it was only a group of widows and orphans led by an old woman. She claimed her family had died because of magic, so she took in children with similar experiences and raised the banner against magic.

Booth, however, sensed something different. He noticed traces of magic within the old woman herself. She should have been a magical being, but in this era of dwindling magic, she could only live as an ordinary person. Thus, seeing others still capable of magic, she felt resentful and founded the Anti-Magic Association.

Booth interpreted her motivation as a kind of “If I can’t have it, then no one should.” The moment he made contact with the Association, a reputation interface popped up. All reputations started as neutral, and could only be improved by completing various tasks or defeating magical individuals.

What surprised Booth even more was that he received a new mission. This mission was issued by the world itself, clearly hinting that there was something unusual in this world. Booth’s primary task was to find this object.

“This object?” Ou Xiaolu asked, curious.

“Yes,” Booth nodded, “but the mission didn’t give many hints. It only said it’s an item related to magic, and finding it would bring rewards greater than a complete search of the world.”

“Do you have any clues yet?” Ou Xiaolu was startled. He’d only seen the rewards from miniature worlds before; if the rewards surpassed those from searching a large world, it would be incredible.

“No clues at all. I have no idea where to start,” Booth shook his head.

Ou Xiaolu sighed in response. He knew this couldn’t be rushed; after all, it was a large world—it would be impossible to resolve everything in just a day or two.

So Ou Xiaolu simply told Booth to figure things out himself and to notify him if anything was needed. After dealing with his daily routine, Ou Xiaolu prepared to get out of bed.

Just then, A Luo suddenly asked, “When will you finish with that valley?”

“What’s wrong?” Ou Xiaolu asked, puzzled.

“I took a daily quest. All my daily tasks are patrol-type. You don’t want me to patrol the campus with you, do you?”

Ou Xiaolu imagined what would happen if he really took A Luo on patrol around the campus. He was sure that the enrollment at Shixi Campus would plummet, and the school would probably kill him. Thinking it over, the valley was indeed a lifesaver. Without it, he had no idea what else he would do.

So Ou Xiaolu said directly, “Alright, let’s go see the Sun God and check if his design is ready.”

A Luo nodded in agreement, and as for everything that happened yesterday, it was already forgotten by Ou Xiaolu and the others.

After getting into the car, A Luo remembered Booth’s situation and asked a few more questions. Hearing Booth’s name, Ou Xiaolu recalled the mission Booth mentioned and told the whole story. But A Luo shook his head, “That’s not what I meant. Didn’t we promise Booth we’d arrange some projections to help him?”

Ou Xiaolu stared at A Luo for a long while before awkwardly admitting, “I completely forgot until you mentioned it.”

Seeing Ou Xiaolu like this, A Luo broke out in a cold sweat. “I think next time I go to another world, you’ll have to make sure my projections and everything else are ready.”

Ou Xiaolu scratched his head helplessly. “It was an accident, you know, it’s my first time playing this game. You could call me Reliable Prince—I’m actually pretty dependable. By the way, let’s stop up ahead and try a round of 888 draws.”

A Luo nodded repeatedly. He believed in Ou Xiaolu’s skills. Even without much luck, a thousand draws would guarantee a hundred complete cards. If half were white cards, a quarter green, twelve percent blue, and the rest, Ou Xiaolu would still profit.

A hundred cards—projections ready to use anytime, possessions for use anytime, all sorts of items, skills, large and small worlds, even enough to pretend to be a major power or organization. Just thinking about it felt exhilarating.

But just as Ou Xiaolu was about to start drawing cards, a prompt suddenly popped up.

Seeing the prompt, Ou Xiaolu felt uneasy and shared it with A Luo, then sat there in a daze.

A Luo read the prompt and felt just as bad, finally saying, “This is targeted at you. I guess we’re still poor.”

“You might as well call us paupers,” Ou Xiaolu said bluntly.

The prompt was simple: consecutive draws could only be made at a single altar, not at all three simultaneously. In other words, if Ou Xiaolu wanted to do an 888 draw, he’d have to pick either characters, worlds, or other altars—either a hundred characters, a hundred worlds, or a hundred items or skills.

This was rather unfair to Ou Xiaolu. If he drew only characters or only worlds, it would hinder his future growth. Gold wasn’t easy to come by; after so many days, he’d only managed to secure one leyline.

A Luo realized this too, hesitating, “How about we just do the 89-gold draw?”

“Such a pity,” Ou Xiaolu agreed, “If we could do the 888 draw, we would save so much.”

Despite his words, Ou Xiaolu obediently chose the 89-gold hundred-draw. Actually, a hundred-draw was pretty good for him, guaranteeing ten cards and maybe even a couple extra if luck was on his side.

Ou Xiaolu was blessed with good fortune. He drew three times, for characters, worlds, and other altars.

After three hundred-draws, he received eleven character cards, ten world cards, and twelve other cards.