A Little Trick for a 100% Draw Rate

A few minutes later

[Waaaaah, Host, I'm so sorry!]

The system's wailing was heart-wrenching.

The entire Stickman image was curled up in a ball, its two thin arms holding its head, crying its heart out.

However, Wuma Xiu was no longer in the mood to comfort it.

Because he is no longer the god of God of Wine.

Just now, the Roleplay Value of the God of God of Wine was fully utilized.

Then, the other person and the Goddess of Beauty went off to play again, hand in hand.

Jealousy drives me crazy.

It's pitiful that this Old I is still struggling in the same place.

And what about his Old Self?

One after another, they all became winners in life, running away hand in hand without even looking back.

Wuma Xiu raised his head, looked in the direction where the two figures had disappeared, and a slight smile curved his lips.

The wind howls, the Yi River is cold... The hero departs...

Pshaw, you've got the wrong channel.

When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first tests their resolve...

"Sir, tell me what happened?"

[Host, please take a look at the Card Pool.]

The system said, sobbing.

Having developed systems for so long, this is the first time I've encountered something like this.

Wuma Xiu looked at the Card Pool as instructed, then froze.

He remembered clearly that the last time he opened the Card Pool, it was filled with dozens of disguised cards, each with a different style and varying potential.

But at this moment, all those cards have vanished completely.

Only one card remains, lying alone in the center of the Card Pool.

"How come there's only one left?"

Wuma Xiu frowned, his tone filled with confusion.

The system pointed tremblingly to the corner beside it with a Stickman finger.

[Host, you can tell by looking in that corner.]

Wuma Xiu looked in the direction it was pointing.

The sight in the corner made his brow twitch; there lay a pile of tattered cards.

At that moment, he seemed to understand something.

The one remaining card tore up all the other cards, its purpose being to guarantee drawing it next time.

Wuma Xiu lowered his head, his gaze falling on the card.

On the card, a figure stands atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his body shrouded in lingering Killing Intent, and blood still dripping from the long sword in his hand.

"You're in such a hurry?"

[Hmph, if I don't do this, when will it be my This Venerable? Those trash can't beat me, so what if I tear them apart? Anyway, they'll recover. It's been so long, it's my turn now.]

Before he could finish speaking, the card vibrated and flew into Wuma Xiu's body.

In the blink of an eye, Wuma Xiu's appearance underwent a dramatic transformation.

Her once black hair, as if soaked in frost and snow, gradually turned white from root to tip, falling to her shoulders.

His eyes changed in that same instant.

A crimson hue spread deep within his pupils, as if ignited by something scorching hot, even sharpening the curve of the corners of his eyes, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

Upon seeing this, the system screamed again.

[Ah--]

It had originally wanted its host to take a long vacation and have a good rest, so why has it started again?

This account just flew in without a word, not even giving me the option to refuse.

And this card belongs to that Asura God!

This is the head of the Evil God Faction.

For the sake of its host, it even deliberately lowered the probability of drawing this card to the lowest possible level.

I didn't expect them to be so tough.

It's over.

Oh no, is this guy going to stay stuck at the bottom of the card pool forever?!

It's best if you never come out.

The system curled up into a ball, shrinking itself into a trembling little matchstick, unable even to cry out.

It felt that its system would enter a complete hell mode from this day forward.

Wuma Xiu rubbed his temples and pressed his fingertips against his forehead.

His white hair fell to the side of his face, which he casually brushed aside. His scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and the sharpness in them lessened a bit, but they were still so striking that no one dared to look directly at him.

"I don't ask anything of you. First of all, don't take pictures of me without permission."

"Secondly," Wuma Xiu paused, a subtle hint of disdain in his voice, "Don't write any of your stuff either. Otherwise, I'll just kill you."

Finally, don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary. Understand?

The system nodded frantically, almost breaking the Stickman's neck.

[I understand, host! I promise! I absolutely won't bother you! Whatever you say, I'll shut up right now!]

After it finished speaking, it covered its mouth with two Stickman arms.

At this moment, the system remembered a sentence that the host in the God of Wine version had once said.

The next alias might just kill you.

It took it as a joke at the time, thinking that its host just liked to make fun of it.

But at this moment, when those pure white hairs and scarlet eyes came into its senses, it finally understood.

So it really is possible to die, except not from being stabbed to death, but from being hacked to death.

Before leaving, Wuma Xiu glanced at the card pool out of the corner of his eye, and there was even a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Unfortunately, the system was huddled in a corner and didn't see it.

Otherwise, they would definitely have died as if they had seen a ghost.

At this moment, the system curled itself into the most inconspicuous shape.

That's terrifying!

At this moment, it swore that no other regime in the world was more obedient than itself.

It didn't even dare to breathe loudly, silently praying.

Hopefully, this role-playing task will end soon, that malevolent Asura God will be sent away quickly, and its host will return to normal.

After shrinking back for a while, the system poked out half of its Stickman figure head, looked around, and after confirming that its host was not paying attention to it, it quickly pulled out an exquisite little Coffin like lightning.

It lifted the coffin lid, leaped inside, and then slammed the lid shut.

The system, lying in the Coffin, felt extremely at ease, its hands folded over its chest.

It emits four.

It will absolutely not leave this place until the host's next identity is revealed. Even if the sky falls, even if the earth collapses, even if the host suddenly calls it, it will absolutely not respond... absolutely not... well, I'll respond to this one anyway.

The Coffin was quiet and comfortable.

The system lay there, meticulously reviewing the information about the Asura God, and the more it thought about it, the more troublesome the matter seemed.

The Asura God is the leader of the Evil God Faction. Those Evil Gods were not to be feared before because none of them submitted to the others.

They all have the personality of "I am the best in the world", "Why should I listen to you", "I can do whatever I want", "Get lost, don't touch me"... They are like a swarm of headless flies, scattered like sand, unable to stir up any big waves.

But now that they have a backbone, a leader they can trust, will this... lead to something big right away?

At this moment, the system believed that its host had been completely influenced by the disguise of the Asura God.

Asura God: 100% winning tips, have you learned them?