Chapter 63: The Ultimate Lottery

The chatroom rarely stays on topic for more than a few exchanges before it veers off into random banter. Fortunately, Chen Bo is accustomed to this; he’s reached the point where he’s unfazed by such chaos, transforming from a naïve newcomer into a seasoned veteran—quite impressive indeed.

“Well, let’s not get hung up on that topic for now. At this moment, your host is gravely wounded, especially my stomach—honestly, it hurts like hell, I can’t take it anymore. My heart aches, but I won’t say it out loud!”

“Of course, this isn’t the most important issue today. The real matter is that your host went all out, risking life and limb for the advancement of Earth, even fought and killed people. My little heart is still pounding away.”

Chen Bo puts on a pitiable face, as if no one cares about him. If everyone didn’t know he was faking, they might actually be fooled.

In response, Chen Bo admits there’s nothing he can do about it; in this day and age, without learning a bit of acting, you really can’t make a living! Everywhere you go, it’s all about playing the game, playing the game!

“Host, you just delivered a hundred-plus words, almost two hundred, all just to ask for donations? Why not just say it outright? Seriously.”

“You don’t understand! These days, you can’t be too blunt when you speak. You need to be subtle, a little sentimental. Haven’t you seen those contestants on talent shows? Their backstories are tragic, each one more so than the last.”

“Wow, you sound like you’re making sense, but what’s with your typing speed? You managed to type so much so fast! Impressive, you must be a web novelist!”

“No, it’s just a new voice input app I’ve been using lately—it’s pretty handy, with a high recognition rate. It can even recognize hundreds of dialects! Of course, some are so obscure and rarely spoken that they weren’t included.”

“I don’t know much about that software, but you sure sound amazing!”

“We’re here to chat, not to advertise. Is this really okay?”

“La la la, la la la, I’m the little master of the newsstand! Just popping up—don’t poke me, and definitely don’t poke me so much I get knocked up, I don’t want to have kids yet! Now back to lurking, don’t drag me out!”

“Watch me toss a grenade into the water—boom! Look at that splash! Eh? Why didn’t it bring you out?”

“The one above must be in the deep water zone, grenades won’t work—you need depth charges!”

“You’re all insane, but I like it.”

“Hey, hey, hey, my donations! My medical bills! My compensation for emotional distress! My hard-earned fees!” Chen Bo suddenly gets anxious. After fighting tooth and nail yesterday, this is how they treat him?

“Rewarded the host with 9,527 gold coins, host don’t worry, I’m here! Next in line, keep the formation!”

“Rewarded the host with 9,527 gold coins, host don’t worry, I’m here! Next in line, don’t keep the formation!”

“Rewarded the host with 666 gold coins. Whoever can type twenty consecutive sixes in the chat, I’ll call him father.”

“66666666666666666666! Twenty sixes, quick, call me father!”

“It’s all just tricks, all of it! And someone actually fell for it!”

“6666, quick, call me father!”

“It’s obvious these two are the bright young lads of the twenty-first century who haven’t been battered by all the memes yet.”

“This friend named ‘Bang Bang’ just gained two more sons today. And who knows what their mother’s surname is, ha ha ha ha!”

Despite the constant flood of nonsense and schemes in the chatroom, many people still send him donations.

With nothing better to do, Chen Bo suddenly opens his personal interface, and is immediately stunned by the avalanche of numbers.

Gold coins: a total of 20,452,008, and still steadily rising!

That’s eight digits! Not a single decimal! A solid twenty million, four hundred fifty-two thousand and eight gold coins.

Chen Bo vaguely recalls that just days ago, his frenzied lottery draws had whittled his more than eight million coins down to just a handful. Yet not even a week has passed, and now he has twenty million! Plus, with the system’s reward of an ultimate lottery chance, Chen Bo can now play three ultimate lottery draws!

Twenty million coins—that’s two billion yuan! It could be even more, but the system would never let Chen Bo draw freely. Many donated coins were swallowed by the system, with the excuse that too many coins would make the host lazy, which isn’t good, not good.

Back then, Chen Bo cursed the system fiercely, only to have half his coins deducted as punishment. Since then, he hasn’t dared say a word against the system aloud. Of course, in his heart, he’s cursed it hundreds of times.

Now with coins for lottery draws, would Chen Bo not use them? Please, only a fool wouldn’t!

Knowing the system’s quirks, Chen Bo always worries: what if he can’t use coins for draws in the future? So, to get as much as he can out of the system, Chen Bo never bothers with saving. He doesn’t even know how to type the word ‘financial management’ in his input app.

When he wants to do something, he does it! Chen Bo immediately addresses the chatroom audience: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the thrilling moment once again! Today, your host will play the biggest lottery—the ultimate lottery!”

“I know many viewers haven’t even seen how the host draws the lottery, but don’t worry, today I’ll show you the grandest lottery draw!”

“Now, my coins have reached over twenty million, and with the completion of a side quest, the system has rewarded me with one more ultimate draw. That means I can play three ultimate lotteries right now!”

“If that’s not exciting enough, if it doesn’t hit the mark, let me make it clear: whatever good stuff I win, I will announce it to everyone! Consider it a benefit for surviving yesterday’s ordeal! How’s that? Is this thrilling enough?”

The chatroom falls silent, making Chen Bo wonder if the system has crashed.

But after a few seconds, waves of comments flood the screen.

“Host is mighty! Host is unstoppable! Host shall reign for thousands of years, unifying the world! The sun rises in the east, none but our host!”

“Wow!!! Host, aren’t you afraid the authorities will come calling?”

“Can you not be so naïve? The host is in the Wildlands now—how would the authorities find him?”

“I just checked the almanac—today is auspicious for everything! The host will definitely win something good!”

Pfft, Xiao Bei can only manage two thousand words today. The computer cable died, and this chapter took three hours on my phone. Weeping in the bathroom. Four chapters tomorrow! If I can’t do it, I’ll post a selfie in the group!