Chapter Forty-Four: Eight Consecutive Draws

“Well, I didn’t expect you to be so sensible,” Guo Liu laughed lightly, his tone arrogant. “So, what about this Long? Do you accept this duel to the death?”

Chen Long replied with a sinister grin, “Young master, I will of course do as you command.” Then, turning to Chen Bo, he sneered, “You useless wretch, you’ve made a decision you’ll regret for the rest of your life. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you so quickly. I’ll make sure you suffer every torment, dying slowly and painfully!”

“No one who crosses me ever comes to a good end, and those who go against my young master find only death awaits them!” Chen Long even managed to flatter Guo Liu in passing, making the latter’s pride swell even further.

“We’ll see who lives and who dies!” Chen Bo, unwilling to lose face, retorted.

“I’ve no interest in trading words with you. Three days from now, we’ll settle this on the arena!” Chen Long declared.

The group across from them turned to leave, but as they departed, Guo Liu suddenly looked back and said, “You dare lay a hand on my woman? Hah!”

Once they were gone, Bai Ge anxiously said, “Brother Chen, how could you so recklessly fall into that scoundrel’s trap? I can tell Chen Long’s strength is at least at the late stage of Body Tempering, and though his cultivation is a bit unstable, you’re still no match for him! Facing him in combat can only end badly. Judging by his hatred for you, he’ll certainly try to kill you in the arena.”

“I know it’s harsh, but it’s the truth. This really wasn’t a wise decision,” Guo Zi’ang added. “That’s right, Brother Chen, why don’t you go into hiding for a while? It’s not the end of the world if you can’t join Tianyang Academy. The three of us can easily help you find another power just as good!”

“The one in question hasn’t said a word—what are you all worrying about?” Du Gu Yixiao interjected. It was the longest sentence Chen Bo had ever heard from him.

Chen Bo felt a surge of warmth in his heart. “That’s right. I agreed because I have my own trump card. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Though they’d only known each other for less than two days, Chen Bo could feel their friendship was genuine. Was this what they call kindred spirits? Or love at first sight? Neither seemed quite right. It must be the feeling of instant rapport!

In this new world, the only people Chen Bo truly trusted were Chen Zhenhai and Chen Sheng. Now, he could add Bai Ge, Guo Zi’ang, and Du Gu Yixiao to that short list.

Girls might find this a bit odd, but Chen Bo just smiled. The friendship between men is that pure. Sometimes, if you casually call me “brother,” I’ll treat you as a brother for life.

Seeing Chen Bo’s confident demeanor, the three friends figured he must have a powerful trump card—maybe even a way to defeat Chen Long in a single move. Though curious, they tactfully didn’t ask.

After the three left, Chen Bo returned to his dorm alone, his façade of confidence crumbling the moment he was by himself. That confidence had all been an act.

“Ah! I’m doomed, doomed, doomed! This time I’ve really played it way too far! A duel to the death, damn it! My life’s never been this thrilling! The worst part is, I’m just a newbie from the starter village, and the opponent is a flashy mini-boss. I’m just here to be crushed!” Chen Bo moaned.

“Don’t be afraid, streamer. If you die, I’ll dig you a grave and inscribe it with ‘Disgrace Everlasting.’”

“Everyone, chant with me: ‘Streamer courts death—so good!’”

“I get the feeling this system just loves to mess with the streamer. Good, that’s so typical of a system.”

“What are you scared of, streamer? I’ll courier you a bottle of medicated oil—just a dab and you’ll soar to the heavens! Let’s call it ‘ascending to immortality’!”

“The punishment for failing the mission is being paralyzed for a hundred years—how loving! What’s a paralyzed streamer supposed to broadcast? Streams about being incontinent? Or having to let the girl do all the work in the bridal chamber?”

“You’re overestimating the streamer. I bet he can’t even get it up down there.”

“Damn it, you guys can’t go a day without being dirty!”

“Heh, that’s how we are.”

“By the way, streamer—don’t you have a lottery function? Why not try a few draws and see what you get? You’re dead either way.”

“Yeah!” That comment jolted Chen Bo awake—the perfect reminder. Sometimes, it takes an outsider’s perspective to see things clearly!

He opened his personal page to check how many gold coins he still had.

Host: Chen Bo

Status: Good

Level: 8

Realm: Mid-stage Skin Tempering

Items: Gloves x2, TV antenna x1, meat buns x10, latest Nike shoes x4

Technique: Ninefold Killing Fist

Gold coins: 8,075,500

Viewers: 78,859,806

He still had over eight million gold coins, which had taken him over a month to accumulate. As for those items, he’d been unable to resist temptation and had played the beginner’s lottery countless times, filling half his system storage.

Originally, Chen Bo had planned to save up ten million coins for an ultimate draw, but reality is cruel and plans never keep up with change.

“Screw it—I’ll forget the ultimate draw! System, convert eight million coins into advanced draws. I want eight in a row!” Chen Bo gritted his teeth. Who could understand his pain?

“Awesome, streamer! You’re so bold, you’re making me wet—mmm, ahh, stop it!”

“Dude, you’re obviously a guy. Pervert! Ugh, I’m gonna puke!”

“Damn, you threw up on my head! I was going to use that tissue for something else—now I’ve got to use it to wipe my hair.”

“Ah crap, you threw your tissue into my lunch bowl! That was my meal, and I haven’t even had a bite. Lost my appetite—dumping it!”

“You people are all weirdos. Hey, why did you dump your food on my pants? Fuck!”

“I’m speechless, but let me just say—don’t throw your disgusting pants over here!”

“What, you wanna fight? Let’s hurt each other!”

“Damn it, you’re ruining the formation! Strip him of his clothes, pants, and underwear!”

“I bought a cucumber and—wow, it actually fit in. So loose? Must be a veteran!”

“Using a cucumber is fine, but why did you have to take your pants off? That’s not safe—what about STDs?”

Chen Bo was already used to such comments. He kept muttering to himself, “I see nothing, I see nothing, I see nothing…”

When Chen Bo announced his eight consecutive draws, eight massive lottery wheels appeared before him. Thankfully, the living room was spacious enough to fit them.

All eight wheels began to spin at once, and suddenly, the chat seemed to freeze. Every viewer’s eyes were glued to those spinning wheels.