The fifteen days on the road were up. It was time for the regular card draw, and the system prompted Lin En to take a moment to draw a card.
That day, he had been dozing in the command chair aboard the warship when a string of chimes suddenly rang in his head.
[ Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding~ ]
[Congratulations, Host, on surviving another 15 days in the Warhammer world~ Your regular card draw has refreshed. Draw now?]
The rapid string of chimes yanked him straight out of his nap.
Lin En reluctantly lifted his eyelids, sat up, and rubbed his face.
See? He should have set the system up like a gala game.
Look what the system had been tuned into now.
This was what a good system was supposed to be like.
His mind shifted from groggy to alert.
The timing was about right.
Including the days spent on Echo Star and building Bolomite, fifteen days had indeed passed.
This regular draw probably would not yield anything good. The last Psychic Storm and Psychic Overload felt as though they had used up all the luck he would ever have.
Gold and rainbow were rare, after all. Drawing them consecutively was the kind of luck only an emperor of fortune would have. With the luck that had brought him into the Warhammer universe, did he look like that kind of person?
Still, who could say? What if his luck suddenly exploded...
People had to leave themselves something to hope for. With card draws, what if?
"Draw."
The wheel reappeared in Consciousness Space: the regular wheel, with every color from white to rainbow.
The six colored sections were pieced together. White occupied more than half the wheel, followed by green, then blue, purple, gold, and rainbow.
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