Profession Scroll

Level 1 Doomsday Roulette, also known as the Doomsday Evolution Roulette, was a product unique to this world!

It was also the best and safest way for the survivors of this world to grow stronger.

All they had to do was pay a certain number of Magic Crystals to draw a reward from it, which could help them survive or evolve.

[Level-1 Doomsday Roulette]

Origin: Doomsday Roulette World

Requirements: Pay *12 Level 1 Magic Crystals to draw one random reward

Effect: Randomly obtain an item from the roulette.

Description: Formed by the World Will extracting the World Origin

Notice: Cannot be destroyed or moved

According to the information about this world, the number of Magic Crystals required by a Doomsday Roulette varied with its level.

There were minimum and maximum limits, but a Level 1 Roulette usually required five Magic Crystals!

The worst ones required only two, and most of their rewards were supplies.

The more Magic Crystals a roulette required, the better the quality of its rewards. The maximum was twelve!

The round roulette before him had seven more slots than an ordinary Level 1 Roulette.

Twelve!

The very best Level 1 Roulette!

It went without saying that this round Level 1 Roulette had to offer rewards far better than those of other Level 1 Roulettes!

Wang Changle studied the round roulette again. Ten symbols flickered across its surface.

Eight of them depicted food and supplies. The other two options were what caught his eye.

One symbol showed a pair of shoes, glowing faintly. The other showed a green parchment scroll with gold edging.

The eight food and supply options were completely worthless to Wang Changle, who had Mark Space. He didn't need to survive in this apocalyptic world for long.

Besides, after searching all the way here, he had already gathered two days' worth of food.

If he couldn't kill 'Monster Baby' and complete the main quest within two days, then any extra food would only weigh him down.

The shoe symbol glowed faintly. It was the second-best item on the roulette, and he guessed it might be equipment.

Every piece of equipment would be a valuable asset to him, Wang Changle, in this chaotic apocalyptic world.

But none of these rewards were worth the cost of twelve Level 1 Magic Crystals.

So the most likely explanation was that the scroll was worth far more than a Level 1 item!

He placed twelve Magic Crystals into the slots one after another. Ripples immediately spread across the roulette.

The red pointer began to spin, passing over the ten options again and again.

Naturally, Wang Changle hoped more than anything to get that green scroll on his first try. Given how the world was set up, it was probably a Profession Scroll.

Whatever the profession, it would surely grant at least one ability.

Every ability was a source of strength. Equipment could be replaced, but abilities could be upgraded, evolved, and even mutated.

Being granted an ability would not only greatly increase Wang Changle's speed at killing zombies.

It would also help him gather resources faster. Even in a world like Cycle Paradise, it would be a handy skill to have.

"Whirrr~"

Gradually, the faint glow on the roulette's crystal surface began to fade, and the red pointer slowed down.

As Wang Changle watched eagerly, the red pointer stopped in front of a box of ugly oranges.

Looking at the fresh ugly oranges before him, Wang Changle silently moved them to one side.

Undeterred, he put in more crystals, and the roulette spun again.

It spun three times in a row, but each time he got food and water.

His hopes came to nothing. After four spins, his Magic Crystals had plunged to thirty-six, and Wang Changle's expression darkened.

Clearly, he didn't have a protagonist's aura, or a protagonist's 'Luck Exclusion Technique'.

The single point of Luck in his stats had already given him a hint when he killed zombies and got Treasure Chests, and when he triggered his talent. He was just one of countless unlucky people.

And he knew that aside from cards and scrolls, the other options on the roulette wouldn't disappear and could be drawn repeatedly!

If Wang Changle kept having bad luck, he would need a vast number of Level 1 Magic Crystals to get that scroll.

Suddenly, Wang Changle glanced at his bloodstained clothes and fell thoughtful.

He took a large amount of drinking water from Mark Space and spent ten minutes washing thoroughly. Then he took out three Treasure Chests (White).

"If fate can't be changed, then I'll have to rely on superstition to change my luck!"

[Notice: You opened Treasure Chest (White) *3]

You obtained 50 Paradise Coins

You obtained 2 Level 1 Magic Crystals

You obtained 20 Paradise Coins

The items he got from opening the three Treasure Chests in a row made Wang Changle's expression darken even further.

Sure enough, his luck really wasn't that good. The three Treasure Chests hadn't even given him a hundred Paradise Coins.

But he'd had four practice rounds, had washed and changed his clothes, and had opened three Treasure Chests. Surely his luck would finally turn around.

Even the unluckiest people had a pity system!

He rubbed his hands together and placed another twelve Magic Crystals into the slots.

[Notice: You obtained 1 Level 1 Rainbow QQ Candy *1]

With a dark expression, Wang Changle tossed the candy aside and put in another twelve crystals.

The roulette lit up again. The red pointer spun rapidly, then finally stopped on the shoe symbol.

[Notice: You obtained Power Boots (White)]

Power Boots

Origin: Doomsday Roulette

White: 8

Type: Boots

Defense: 5

Durability: 15/15

Agility: Movement speed +10% while running.

Description: Run, brother!

Price: 800 Paradise Coins. This is a chance-based loot item and cannot be taken out of the Derivative World.

Looking at the boots in his hands, Wang Changle felt delighted and equipped them at once.

The sturdy deerskin boots looked a little like the hunting boots worn in the Middle Ages. They fit perfectly and felt warm and comfortable.

The thick deerskin wrapped around his ankles. Even when he tried to cut it forcefully with a dinner knife, he couldn't leave a mark, which showed just how tough it was.

Although he couldn't take them out of this world, they gave him another means of surviving here. Not bad.

Did this count as his luck finally turning around? Of course it did!

Suddenly, Wang Changle put in another twelve Magic Crystals, and the roulette spun again.

Maybe Heaven took pity on him, Wang Changle, and his one point of Luck finally took effect. Or maybe the Goddess of Luck had heard his prayer. In the end, the red pointer landed on the scroll.

"Oh, yes!"

The unexpected delight made Wang Changle feel that all his hard work and fighting had been worth it.

[Notice: You obtained Profession Scroll: Apostle of Life *1]

"So that's how this thing is used! Good, very good, wonderful. I knew I, Han Zhong, was destined for greatness. Hahahaha!"

"Of course, Old Han! You're destined for greatness and eternal life!"

"Hahaha, good, good, Dahua, you really know what I like!"

Wang Changle immediately looked toward the voices. The warehouse door had somehow been pushed open, and a group of six people stood blocking the entrance, chatting and laughing as they watched him.

Without changing his expression, Wang Changle stowed the scroll in Mark Space and watched them warily.

A middle-aged man wearing a chef's uniform with 'Pearl' written on it held two bloodstained Bone Cleavers.

He stared at Wang Changle's group with shining eyes, undisguised greed filling his gaze.

His eyes seemed to say that everything in sight belonged to him—especially the roulette glowing faintly.

That was his private property, and Wang Changle was a thief.

Behind him stood several teenagers holding kitchen knives. They all looked over at Wang Changle.

Their gazes varied: some were curious, some probing, some appraising, and some wary.

Looking at the people in the warehouse entrance and the wide-open door behind them, Wang Changle realized that he had let his guard down.

Overcome with excitement, he had forgotten to close the door.

Still, he hadn't expected that just four hours after the apocalypse began, some people would have already adapted to this environment.

They had not only found weapons but also formed a group.

After all, on his way down from the top floor, he had seen people either vomiting their guts out, being chased down and killed by zombies, or trembling in fear, panic-stricken.

The few survivors who had managed to kill zombies had mostly chosen to stay behind closed doors and wait for rescue.

But judging by the other group, they hadn't merely come out to look for supplies. They seemed to have killed several zombies, and none of them were injured.

The short, chubby middle-aged man who called himself Han Zhong was probably the leader of the group.

He had thick arms and bright eyes, and his hands didn't tremble at all as he gripped the Bone Cleavers.

He was bold but cautious, and probably a capable fighter.

"This is troublesome..."