Before drawing the stones, Fang Zheng felt that this time, things would definitely go smoothly.
Back when he drew stones, problems always cropped up—but it wasn't without reason. The places where he drew them had either been the Main World, Japan, or the West. You could say his luck was bad, or you could say he was in the wrong place.
But things were different now. He was back in his hometown, and it was an ancient immortal cultivation world where gods and immortals truly existed! With the right time, place, and people on his side, wouldn't a hand-drawn ten-roll that produced a whole bunch of Fantasy Class items be a piece of cake?
This time, it was in the bag!
With that thought, Fang Zheng looked at the pool before him, nodded, then suddenly reached out and slapped it.
Soon, pillars of light burst forth again, spinning as they transformed into ten Energy Spheres...
"Bang!!"
Recharge Stone. Next.
"Bang!"
Recharge Stone. Next one!
"Bang bang bang!!"
Two Recharge Stones, and what the hell was this... the Dragon Slaying Saber?
For fuck's sake, I'm a Time Dragon, and you give me a Dragon Slaying Saber... what the hell is that supposed to mean?
MMP!!!
By now, Fang Zheng had begun to feel that something was off. Damn it, he wasn't even going to Wuxia World, so what fucking use was a Dragon Slaying Saber? Martial Mu's Testament was even more useless. Going all-out on production and developing productive capacity was the path to victory. Could tricks and stratagems feed you for the rest of your life?
When everyone else was riding tanks and you were still carrying spears, wouldn't you lose no matter how brilliantly you used military strategy?
On the other hand, once you were piloting a Star Destroyer,