Two draws...
This female corpse had quite a background?
Russell's brow twitched, but he quickly relaxed. Triggering draws depended on luck, not on how important a character was to the plot, so two draws didn't prove anything.
For example, in the Assassin Alliance world, Wesley, the male lead, had triggered only one draw. Cross, the strongest character, had triggered none, while Big Slick, who died at the beginning, and Smith, who had barged in from nowhere, had each contributed two.
No, Smith had also had the carrot-upgraded version. That identity had likewise triggered two draws.
Don't let the fact that the guy was a poor bastard fool you; his contributions had been outstanding. He alone had given Russell four draws and taught him the permanent skill, 'Pistol Mastery.'
Take the current Eight Legged Freaks world, for instance. Chris, Samantha, and Ashley—three important characters—hadn't triggered a single draw, while the spiders had tirelessly contributed a full nine.
Russell was sighing over this to himself when Hook-nosed assumed he had noticed something. His brows knitted tightly as he asked stiffly, "Do you know the female corpse's identity?"
"I've never seen her. She isn't from town." Russell shook his head. With the female corpse's looks, she must have been a famous beauty in life. If she had been a resident of Prosperity Town, she couldn't possibly have gone unnoticed.
Hook-nosed nodded and said nothing more. The soldiers exchanged looks, all feeling a chill creep down their spines.
There was no doubt that the female corpse was beautiful. Yet the soldiers didn't dare look at her for long. They had trampled over skeletons, and their shoes were coated in a layer of bone ash. When the female corpse had been dug out, however, her upper body had been spotless, utterly clean, carrying an almost