A High-Stakes Game

Wang Tianhua's smile froze on his face. What had he just seen?

A magical potion that could cure any disease... fragments?

Collect 99 fragments to exchange for one complete potion?

What, was this some kind of Dragon Summoning game?

No, he had humiliated himself and put on such a performance here, and in the end this was all he got?

Wang Tianhua was genuinely dumbfounded. Looking closer, he finally noticed a line of tiny fine print behind the first option.

Without a magnifying glass, he wouldn't even be able to read the damn thing!

"System, are you messing with me?" Wang Tianhua darkened his face and roared inwardly.

By now, he could finally be certain that the stupid system had never intended to help him restore his right eye. It had deliberately been making a joke out of him!

He needed to gather 99 fragments before he could exchange them. How long would that take?

"Bzzzt... ho... st... sys... tem..."

The Villain Selection System went into crash mode again. After struggling for ages, it did not manage to squeeze out a single word.

Wang Tianhua could no longer hold it together. He felt like a monkey being endlessly toyed with, happily putting on a performance just to entertain every guest present.

He had made a complete fool of himself and embarrassed himself beyond measure, yet in the end, he had not received any tangible reward at all!

This was infuriating!

Overwhelmed by rage, Wang Tianhua's expression changed repeatedly. At last, he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, rolled his eyes back, and fell stiffly to the ground. He had actually fainted from sheer anger.

"Patriarch!" Venerable Wang turned pale in alarm. Not daring to delay, he hurriedly reached out and helped Wang Tianhua up.

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