Indeed, put that way, it really did have its appeal.
But Tony really did not want to see money anymore. He thought he might have developed a phobia of US dollars.
Had he been cursed by money...?
Get away, you damned banknotes!
Looking at the banknotes, Tony cursed viciously to himself, then went back to opening blind boxes.
This time, he did not open them one by one. Instead, he chose to open them all.
He swept his hand across in front of him, touching every blind box.
Rather than being on edge every time he opened one, worrying about whether it would deal him a crushing mental blow...
He might as well open them all at once.
In an instant, nine lights flashed. Without exception, the first eight blind boxes shone with white light, proving that they were all white-grade.
Only the light from the last blind box was different from the others.
It was a light as profound and majestic as the starry sky, drawing people helplessly into it.
It seemed as though everything could be seen within it.
"This, this is..."
Just like when he had first gotten a skill after opening a pile of junk, Tony's lips began trembling with excitement.
"Could this be a green-no, a blue item?"
One look at that light was enough to tell him that whatever was inside was extraordinary!
Was his luck finally turning around?!
As he spoke, the light from the blind boxes faded. Of the first eight boxes, five contained globes of mana, one held an exquisite decorative hat, one held a battered magic staff, and one held... banknotes...
That was right. Tony had gotten banknotes yet again...
But Tony no longer cared about those minor details. All his attention was drawn to the final globe of light.