Is my luck running too low, or does the Guaranteed Mark consume too much?
Nameless watched the Guaranteed Mark turn into a cross and felt too drained even to complain. He had only died three times!
"Amitabha. If you're tired, station chief, you could rest here a while and gather your strength before facing Evil Kill again," Bottom-Saver Bodhisattva said.
Nameless shook his head. "I'm fine. I'm just worried about dying too many times."
"A person's luck is like the tide. It rises and falls. If it's low now, it may rise in the next moment. Just keep your spirits up," Bottom-Saver Bodhisattva said with a faint smile.
Nameless glanced at him. Coming from Bottom-Saver Bodhisattva, who hit the guarantee every single time, those words carried no weight at all.
He sighed and set off again.
Ten minutes later, he saw Evil Kill. Evil Kill spread his arms, and his armpit hair shot out like spikes. Nameless only had time to yell, "What kind of attack is that?" before the hairs riddled him like a sieve.
"Aaaaaah!"
Nameless revived. This time, without stopping to think, he turned and charged angrily into the darkness.
Ten minutes later, Evil Kill leaped out of the shadows and brought a huge spiked club down on Nameless's head. The Dragon Armor and Nameless inside it were flattened into a meat patty—one full of tiny holes.
"I refuse to believe this!"
Nameless revived again. With a roar, he turned and charged into the darkness.
Ten minutes later, Evil Kill suddenly appeared in the dark. He walked up to Nameless and opened his hand, revealing a lump of poop resting on his palm.
Evil Kill blew on it. Nameless died from the stench on the spot.
"Bleurgh!"
Nameless revived. The chest of the Dragon Armor opened, and