A buzzing sound filled the air.
Yang Bo coughed twice, took out his Flint and Steel, and aimed it at the ground. With a click, a burst of flame appeared and instantly consumed the strange, elongated object.
Darcy first sighed in relief, then said without a trace of embarrassment, "Oh, that was pretty nice."
"Boss, did you put all the stuff in these yourself?"
Yang Bo shook his head frantically. "No... different people get different things when they open them. It has nothing to do with me."
After a pause, he added quietly, "Usually, it depends on what the person needs."
Darcy: "..."
"Boss, I'm twenty-seven. That's perfectly normal, isn't it?"
"Uh... perfectly normal. I'll leave the stuff for you next time."
As he spoke, Yang Bo placed a block each for Darcy and Erik. Bang! Fireworks scattered, and Darcy's Lucky Block yielded a fluffy tail that looked incredibly soft.
Yang Bo: "..."
He picked up the obviously dubious tail, shoved it into Darcy's arms, and said earnestly:
"Darcy, why don't you find a boyfriend? A fuck buddy would work too. I'm afraid if you keep opening these, you'll have enough stock to open a shop."
Erik merely smiled beside them, utterly unfazed. As a university professor, especially one in the United States, what hadn't he seen? This was child's play to him.
He struck the Lucky Block in front of him.
A red, rectangular Portal appeared before him, about the size of a doorway. His years of experience made him instantly retreat several steps, putting plenty of distance between himself and the Portal.
Who the hell knew what might come running out of it?
The instant Yang Bo saw the Portal, it occurred to him that this thing might lead to another world.
"Erik, you're the real expert after