Mu Xiaoxiao was brimming with confidence, standing at ease with her arms folded over her chest.
There was no way she could call her daddy.
"Mo Shiyu!"
"You're definitely going to call me daddy!"
"The reason Lucky Contract Spirit Masters are called lucky is that we can pull SSRs because our luck is incredibly good, and everything goes our way!"
She lifted her chin proudly, nostrils raised to the sky.
"Even the gods who created this world are on my side!"
"How could a scavenger like you possibly beat me?"
In a world where card draws reigned supreme, luck in drawing cards was a major part of one's strength!
This had been Mu Xiaoxiao's belief ever since childhood.
Those who could draw powerful Contract Spirits were simply superior to others, favored by the gods.
It was the consensus among Contract Spirit Masters.
Lucky ones and the unlucky were like Brahmins and Shudras—there was absolute racial discrimination between them.
When Mu Xiaoxiao learned that Mo Shiyu had only obtained an SSR by contracting a Contract Spirit that someone else had discarded, she became deeply displeased with Mo Shiyu.
Mo Shiyu rolled her eyes at that silly girl.
She could not be bothered with her.
But when she thought about how the other girl would have to lower that arrogant head of hers and call her daddy—
The corners of Mo Shiyu's lips rose unconsciously.
Commentator Zi Yue was also someone who loved stirring the pot, and she eagerly announced:
"With nearly a hundred million viewers in our livestream witnessing this, your bet is officially established!"
"Neither of you is allowed to go back on it, or you'll be laughed at by viewers across the country!"
Xia Yuan rolled his wrist and looked at the Joker opposite him with a smile.
"Then,