Lottery Wheel

In the exquisite little courtyard of Shrek City, the red-haired girl sat there, her eyes already reddened.

The woman before her comforted her in a soft voice: "It's alright, nothing like that will happen. Mother will make thorough preparations before breaking through to Title Douluo."

The woman's voice was full of tenderness, but the girl was already choking back sobs:

"It's useless, Mother. Father and Grandfather refuse to believe us. In this situation, it's all too easy for something to go wrong for you."

"And then, because of you, so many people will die. Grandfather won't let you off."

The girl's fists were clenched tightly, her eyes red. But just at that moment, in her mind, the diary suddenly flipped open to the next page.

A single sentence appeared on the blank page of the diary. Yuanen Yehui stared at the newly added words, and her face suddenly turned deathly pale.

"How is this possible? This isn't real! You must be lying to me!"

"How could my mother die? She can't die!!!"

"She just failed her breakthrough—how could she die? Even if she really did open a passage to the Demon World, she's still a Soul Douluo. How could she be killed so easily?"

Yuanen Yehui stared fixedly at the diary in her mind, but the diary made no move. Instead, it added another sentence below the previous words:

[Because the woman opened the Demon Passage, causing heavy casualties among the clan members, and ultimately chose to commit suicide out of guilt.]

[Only by her death could her daughter survive. If she didn't die, both mother and daughter might have died together.]

Looking at the words in the diary, Yuanen Yehui's reddened eyes locked onto it fiercely.

She instinctively tried to collide with it using her mind, but this time she wasn't attacked. Instead, a pen formed in her mind.

She stared blankly at the pen that had taken shape in her thoughts, then without any hesitation, she wrote a line:

[You're lying. How can you prove you're real? How can I trust you?]

At the Chen Family in Eastsea City.

Chen Ye sat on his bed, staring at the sudden paragraph that appeared beneath his diary entry. He was a little stunned: "This diary is pretty smart—it can even communicate."

[Believe it or not, it's up to you. What do I care whether you believe me or not?]

The words in the diary were very casual, even indifferent. Of course, Chen Ye had written them that way on purpose.

As the owner of the diary, he had to maintain its prestige.

Otherwise, once the diary's prestige dropped, it might arouse their suspicion.

After all, only by speaking from an absolutely neutral standpoint would the things he said later not raise doubts among the various female characters.

Because a line like "If you like Chen Ye, you can become the Dragon God or save the world"—if an ordinary person said it, they wouldn't believe it.

[I believe you! I believe what you say! Please, tell me—how can I save my mother? How can I change her fate?]

[I'm begging you. I trust your words, but my father and my grandfather don't believe me. They don't think my mother will open the Demon Passage.]

[I need to say something that will make them believe me! As long as you can help me, I'll do anything!!]

[Yuanen Yehui, current trust level toward you has reached Level One. You have received one lottery draw.]

Seeing the prompt in the diary, Chen Ye was silent for a moment. He thought it over and didn't refuse.

He was far away, so naturally he couldn't lend a hand, and he didn't have the strength to do so anyway. The best way was to prevent this tragedy.

The other party's mother only chose suicide because she failed her breakthrough and caused many deaths—not because she died from the breakthrough itself.

So to stop her death, he had to change the outcome of this event.

[Fine. I believe in equivalent exchange. The price is that when I have something for you to do, you must complete it unconditionally.]

[Deal. As long as you can find a way to save my mother, I'll agree to any condition. No matter what you ask me to do, I'll absolutely agree!] Yuanen Yehui's reply carried a tone of earnest pleading.

Outside, the woman watched her daughter, seeing the girl close her eyes and lie on her lap.

Her face wore a gentle smile: "Sleep. A good sleep will make everything better. There's no trouble that can't be smoothed away."

"Sweetie, may you have good dreams every day."

The woman's hand patted Yuanen Yehui gently. She didn't notice that her daughter had quietly clenched her fists.

[Tell this to your grandfather. Isn't he the Clan Leader of the Yuanen Family?]

[I know he definitely won't believe you. As a favor, I can tell you a secret...]

[Your family's bloodline comes from the Ferocious Beast, the Titan Giant Ape. You are descendants of the Titan Giant Ape.]

[And within your family, the purer the Soul Beast bloodline, the more powerful the awakened Titan Giant Ape spirit.]

[That's precisely why, no matter which family your clan intermarries with, most of the awakened spirits are still Titan Giant Apes.]

[If your family wants to undergo an awakening, it requires a special ritual or special bloodline processing to awaken the spirit.]

Chen Ye wrote very casually. This kind of earth-shattering secret, one that concerned the life and death of an entire family, was nothing to him.

Seeing his words, Yuanen Yehui on the other side fell into a clear silence.

The girl stared at her Spirit Sea, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

She didn't know whether these words were true or false, but once she told her grandfather, the truth would be revealed.

If what this mysterious diary said was true, then she could change her mother's fate and also reduce the damage to her clan.

If this diary were fake, then she had even less reason to worry, and it would also mean her mother was fine.

Either way, she stood to lose nothing. With that thought, Yuanen Yehui opened her eyes.

Her gaze fell on her mother, but the gentle woman had already curled up on the sofa and fallen asleep.

The girl did not disturb her. Instead, she quietly slipped out barefoot and ran straight toward the family estate.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Chen Ye yawned.

She had already gone. Soon enough, the truth would be verified, and when it was, her trust level would definitely rise.

But looking at that draw opportunity, he felt an itch he couldn't scratch.

After all, he was genuinely curious about what could come out of it.

"Please! Please give me a gold reward—that Third Martial Soul is seriously awesome!"

Chen Ye muttered as he took a deep breath. In his mind, the draw page now showed one available draw.

He slowly reached out and tapped the draw page. The wheel began to turn, then spun wildly.

On the wheel, gold rewards blazed with brilliant golden light, black rewards shimmered with a dark luster, and red rewards carried a deep, muted crimson glow.

Chen Ye pressed both hands to his forehead and hunched forward slightly until the wheel stopped.

He peeked open one eye. A muted crimson light reflected in his gaze.