{You have stepped into the Demon Hero Hall.}
A majestic and stern voice resonated through Luo Bin’s heart.
“Those damn Vanguard Group guys have finally gone far away.”
Behind the fat man, wisps of smoke began to appear, revealing participants from the Monster Hunter Alliance headquarters who discreetly materialized at that moment. The instant they appeared, they crushed the Acceleration Ability spheres and sprinted swiftly toward the bridge corridor ahead of the Demon Hero Hall.
They were terrified that in the next second, heavenly light would descend from the sky.
Yet misfortune does not cease to exist just because one fears it.
Just as this group charged forward, a flash streaked across the sky, and a beam of light descended in an instant!
“Invest in me!”
The man, whose body flashed with red light, roared urgently, but the beam had already struck him!
His body trembled.
“What happened?”
“I…” The man looked left and right, on the verge of tears. “I’ve clocked over ten thousand chronocycles. When the Magic Fane tournament ends, I’ll have to leave.”
Everyone looked up at the sky. That strike had been nothing but a feint, yet it had terrified someone into racking up over ten thousand years’ worth of chronocycles.
“We don’t know which hit is real. Let’s get inside, fast.”
Amid the chaos, Luo Bin, along with Liang Xi and Zhao Xuemei, kept crushing Ability Spheres, teleporting into the Magic Fane with near-blink speed.
“Xiao Li’s ability sure comes in handy.”
“Xiao Li?” Liang Xi lifted his curious eyes.
Luo Bin let out a hearty chuckle. “Your brother Zicang’s…”
As if something crossed his mind, Luo Bin’s small eyes glanced at Zhao Xuemei, who was scanning their surroundings, then he fell silent.
“This is Gaze Back Demon Corridor.”
Zhao Xuemei peered down the wide, curved hallway. Under a slanting plum blossom tree stood a uniquely shaped stone tablet, engraved with four characters: “Gaze Back Demon Corridor.” Behind the plum tree was a thin cascading curtain of water, falling precisely from a gap in the high ceiling.
The soulless voice of the Magic Fane spoke within everyone’s hearts.
{Each team collects five-color markers to open the gate of the Swirling Lake Waterway and enter the final realm.}
“Five-color markers should be those gear cards that inevitably appear when those people opened treasure chests today.”
“Indeed, there are several colors.”
Dense footsteps came from behind; at this moment, the newly trained experts from headquarters were leading their teams this way.
Wang Chijian approached Luo Bin and the others with a grave expression, and Wang Yu’an, his face pale with fear, swallowed hard. This damn fat bastard had obviously had something good but never mentioned it to him—that was teleportation!
With a deep thud, the light water curtain ahead parted like a drape, revealing a scene of a broad stone hall, and the force field light sealing it softened.
“This is… the Mordo Fang…”
“…and Grinding Wheel.”
The crowd stared at the scene resembling a docked ship.
On both sides of the slightly curved Corridor of Reflections, teams took turns entering the rotating Mordo Fang Chamber, ascending or descending with the wheel.
“Hurry up and get in; it won’t stay long.”
Luo Bin called out to the headquarters personnel, “You go first.”
“The investor stays, we’re going in.”
The massive room began to spin slowly, and another scene approached from the darkness…
……
The second day passed quickly, and Yang Zicang watched nervously as the teams gradually forced their way into those grim, grinding-toothed rooms beyond the second water curtain.
Originally, he was worried that these teams would finish in less than five days, but now there was no need for that concern. Because this grinding-tooth room, which hadn’t been placed by them, had monster strength no longer comparable to the outer areas, leading to a sharp increase in casualties.
Basically, the teams had used up all their healing and attack Ability Spheres earned in the outer rooms in this place.
This also led everyone to curse Yang Zicang and Boboli incessantly.
{Those two bastards really didn’t plan to let us take any good stuff back.}
{I wonder if the treasure chests here will yield better items. Wang Yuan, watch out for the monster!}
As this man’s voice trailed off, the person he warned was struck by a flickering blade from an armored remnant. With a cold, swirling gust of sharp wind shattering the force field before the man, a tearing sound followed—his lower body was mangled fearsomely.
{Charge!}
Several people dashed toward the sword wielder.
Yang Zicang let out a sigh.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the cube.
“Someone found a map.”
On the screen, someone in a specially colored grinding-tooth room saw a stone tablet engraved with a massive map.
{——Second Resting Footbridge: Available for draw includes prizes such as Century-level Timeline Weapon—ten tries per person!}
These rooms, which do not belong to the five-colored grinding chambers, are sparsely distributed throughout the second-level water curtain. The monsters in such rooms are energy entities; every team that enters can scatter them, only for them to reappear when the next team arrives.
{There are information prompts in these rooms!}
{I’ve found this room too, let’s see what information was left inside…}
By the late hours, the existence of these rooms had become widely known. Most of the information within had also been shared by people. Everyone now knew that the “Boboli Roulette” was located on the second rest breezeway, and more teams flocked there.
On the morning of the third day, all city dwellers watched a scene through the Mental Link transmitted by the “volunteers” in Hub Town.
In the scene, Cheng Yunze and the others had already arrived at a spacious platform suspended in midair.
The second rest breezeway!
Perched high amidst two slowly rotating sets of mill wheels, it was flanked by large fixed pillars. Before Cheng Yunze’s group stood a structure resembling a small stage.
There sat a lottery roulette wheel.
On the backdrop of the small stage, where gift boxes were piled behind the machine, were the words “Boboli Roulette.”
“So this is where we draw the prizes,” said White Thin.
One person stepped forward: “Brother Cheng, let me give it a try.”
“Alright, Thunder. Be careful, stay alert for any surprises.”
Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, with some activating their time auras to cover their bodies, cautiously approaching this eerie object bit by bit.
Gang Mazi clutched the lottery ticket, his body flushed red as he walked toward the wheel.
It read:
— Each person has a total of ten draws.
— Each draw consumes 100N.
— Using a lottery ticket will not consume lifespan or additional time-ordering, with a boosted rare reward probability of +10%.
“Ten percent!”
Several people read it.
“If we have ten tickets, wouldn’t that mean we’re almost guaranteed to win?”
“Trust that probability, or believe I’m Qin Shi Huang.”
Boppoli from the Lost Illusion Company sighed and held his forehead, already convinced someone he knew had made the alterations.
“Anyway, you can still draw without a ticket by spending a hundred years. Not bad! Mazi, go ahead.”
“Yeah!” The burly man, with a slightly naive look, extended his thick palm and grabbed the lever on the intricate wheel machine—a start lever resembling a large electrical switch.
— “As the brave first contestant, this ‘Boboli Roulette’ will boost the probability of your mysterious prize! Validity for 20 minutes!”
The decorative lights on the wheel flicked chaotically, letting out an exultant shrill sound!
The moment all members of the “Moying Temple Special Action Team” heard this piercing voice, the face of a certain blue-skinned officer surfaced in their minds!
In Lianxing Division Office, the beverage glass in Huan Bao’er’s hand had already shattered.
The diminutive Jiao Ma, overwhelmed, covered her head, her trembling pupils unable to escape the strange tone stabbing into her heart. Boppoli calmly patted her back, reassuring her to stay composed.
Lele, for once, kept his eyes open and not too drowsy, staring at Wang Dingshan, who kept rubbing his face upward with his hands while slicking his hair back. The hum of the crowd throughout the great hall rose like a tide.
—”Mystery Prize UP for a limited time! Probability +10%!”
Click! Amid the crowd’s gaze on the platform, Mangzi inserted the second colored ticket and yanked the switch lever down.
—”Bewoo~ Bewoo~ Bewoo!”
The multi-colored wheel spun again, accompanied by its sound effects, when suddenly a burst of phantasmal fireworks lit up on the stage.
{Congratulations! You’ve won a “Delicious Food Gift Pack”!}
With a poof, the gift box on the stage opened automatically. A force field held the wooden crate containing otherworldly food inside.
“Should I keep drawing?” the tough guy asked.
“Dummy, I’ve already boosted your luck; why wouldn’t you draw? Hurry up, finish up, and then it’s my turn.”
“Oh.” Mangzi stuffed the colored ticket into the machine slot, then reached out and pulled the lever again. With a click, the wheel’s display continued flashing.
—”Congratulations! You’ve won ‘Virtual Zero Sequence’ 150N! Valid until the end of this month.”
Among the hundreds of thousands from over thirty cities watching the wheel, many puzzled over these prizes in discussions. While they recognized these weren’t ordinary items, they still felt it wasn’t enough to make someone risk life and limb to come here.
{What exactly will the mystery prize be?}
{The Four-Phase Team will definitely draw at least one mystery prize. Just wait a bit longer, and soon we’ll know what it is.}
Most teams still hovering around the outer drills also kept their eyes on this lottery.
Crack! Mangzi pulled the lever for the fourth time.
—”Congratulations! You have won one Form-Fitting Bodice Module.”
Pop! A ladies’ bodice fell out of a burst-open gift box.
{What exactly are we expecting? It’s obvious these things were also bought up by Yang Zicang somewhere!}
Many people began to feel disappointed, growing skeptical of whether the lottery prizes were truly valuable.
—”Congratulations! You have won three random Advanced Ability Spheres.”
—”Congratulations! You have won a precious gift: one Chrono Weapon.”
Clatter! Ability Spheres and a silver-white knight’s broadsword dropped into the prize compartment.
[I discovered the Chrono Weapon.]
The man was overjoyed. “Eighty years old! Ah! I’m dying, dying happy!”
“Nice one, Mangzi! Now you’ve got your own Chrono Weapon.”
“Quick, keep going! Your luck is turning up!”
Mangzi excitedly set down the broadsword, took the two colorful tickets that Zhang Quantou handed him, fed them into the machine again, and pulled the lever.
Crack! On the stage behind the big wheel, a virtual display of special-colored fireworks appeared.
—”Congratulations! Ta-da! The mystery prize has arrived!”
Before the crowd could react, a small, pitch-black stone clattered down into the slot below.
[I discovered the Upconverter.]
The crowd was initially bewildered, until one among them stammered while pointing, “A up, uprating model…”
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