Xuan Mo walked out of the chess club and immediately spotted a lottery shop on the corner. The golden words "Lucky" flashed on its signboard, as if beckoning him over. A sly smile tugged at his lips as he thought, This is my first time using Divine Sense to do something "proper."
He stepped into the lottery shop and swept his gaze over the dazzling variety of scratch-off tickets. At once, he felt a strange energy surge through his body. Divine Sense spread outward like a tide, enveloping the entire shop. Every scratch-off ticket's design, winning number, and revealed digits appeared clearly in his mind.
"Hey, kid, want to buy something?" The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and a greasy smile plastered across his face. His eyes darted around constantly—clearly the sort of unscrupulous merchant who would do anything for money.
Without changing expression, Xuan Mo pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and pointed at one of the shelves. "Boss, wrap up these scratch-offs for me." As he spoke, he picked up a booklet of scratch-offs and tore off several tickets.
The shopkeeper froze for a moment, looking Xuan Mo up and down before asking suspiciously, "Kid, are you sure? This isn't something to fool around with. Buying the whole lot will cost quite a bit."
Xuan Mo smiled faintly and said calmly, "Don't worry. I'm very rich."
Seeing that Xuan Mo spoke with such conviction and that his eyes were filled with confidence, the shopkeeper stopped asking questions. He swiftly took out all the winning scratch-offs and piled them into a small mountain.
Xuan Mo paid, took the scratch-offs, and casually found a place to sit down and scratch them all open. At once, a golden radiance began swirling around him. Everyone in the