Chapter 61: Super Lotto, the Glamorous Moment of a Compulsive Gambler

According to the established procedure, it was not yet time for the gathering participants to write things on the blackboard. However, Mr. A, the convener of the gathering, did not mind this at all, and Sereis himself cared even less.

Walking up to the blackboard at the front, Sereis wrote: "The Fool's Lotto, ten pounds a piece."

After writing, he added a note in parentheses for clarification: ("Upon use, there is a seventy percent probability of randomly acquiring a Sequence 6 Beyonder ability lasting for one hour. There is a thirty percent probability of directly draining ninety percent of the spirituality of a user below Sequence 5.")

The effect of this Beyonder item caught the attention of a large portion of the attendees.

Most of the Beyonders here were only at Sequence 9, making a Sequence 6 Beyonder ability absolutely precious to them. Even Mr. A, who was sitting on the sofa, withdrew his gaze from the handsome men and women present and looked at Sereis, who had just stepped away from the blackboard.

Sereis did not make any disguise, generously displaying his true face to everyone. This, on the contrary, made most people dare not harbor any ulterior motives. Even if someone truly harbored improper thoughts, they lowered their heads again under Mr. A's intentional or unintentional glance.

Mr. A glanced at Sereis, memorized his appearance without any outward reaction, and after watching for a brief moment, shifted his gaze away with his expression unchanged. He resumed sizing up the other high-attractiveness individuals present.

Not bad looking, but not up to the standard of someone who must be recruited.

What do you mean? Tell me what this means! Sereis was getting a bit hot-headed.

[Isn't it obvious? Your looks just don't meet the standard.]

Sereis argued loudly in his internal team voice channel, "I spit on your banana, every Pure Beauty Knight I've ever met has praised my peerless good looks!"

[Yes, you are just as beautiful as a newborn maggot.]

[Note: Mag-gott.]

Sereis walked back and sat down next to Screwllum, asking expressionlessly, "Tell me, am I very ugly?"

Connecting this with what had just happened, Screwllum easily understood the current situation. He chuckled softly, "Not really, and such a question itself is meaningless."

"Explanation: Different entities have different definitions of 'beauty'. Especially for organic life forms, perceptions of things fluctuate with subjective emotions. Most organic lives are emotional, and their feelings are like tides, constantly producing different changes at different times and locations."

"Conclusion: You do not need to care about the opinions of strangers."

Viscount Glaint was enthusiastically discussing the newly written content with Xio and Fors: "Sequence 6, and it only costs ten pounds! This... isn't fake, is it?"

"Probably not. Mr. A's gathering does not allow fraud. And there are people here specifically responsible for appraisal. But this guy looks very unfamiliar; I've never seen him before," Xio explained to Glaint.

"Then his credibility isn't guaranteed..." Fors offered her own perspective, quietly turning her head to glance at Sereis before quickly withdrawing her gaze.

Although Audrey was also listening, most of her attention remained focused on Sereis and Screwllum.

Screwllum's unique manner of speaking and the content of his words gave Audrey a slight guess: "Organic life? Hiss... No way..."

She found it a bit hard to believe her own conjecture.

Noticing the change in Audrey's emotions, Sereis decided to thoroughly "expose" Screwllum: "What about inorganic life then? Like you."

Screwllum did not mind; he had never thought of concealing his identity as a Mechanicus.

In fact, after the two Mechanicus Wars, machine worship had even emerged on many planets.

And after he joined the Genius Society, the status of the Mechanicus rose even higher, especially for those from planet Screwllum.

"In my view, your appearance is actually quite respectable, but you might be somewhat lacking in temperament." Every gesture of Screwllum demonstrated what true elegance was.

"If you truly wish to become more aesthetically pleasing, the company should have numerous methods, and the family's cosmetics are also quite good. Addition: You should pay more attention to your own conduct."

Sereis leaned back against the back of his chair: "Forget it, I still prefer my original face. Besides, this is my dash of dashing style; he just lacks appreciation."

Screwllum nodded and did not argue any further with Sereis.

This Mr. Screwllum is truly an inorganic lifeform! A robot mentioned in the science fiction novels written by Roselle! Mr. Demon actually has a robot friend! Audrey's ears twitched as she felt incredible upon learning such a piece of information.

Time passed slowly, and Audrey had already casually bought three pages of Roselle's diary for a sum equivalent to nearly a month's salary of Klein. At the same time, she noticed that Mr. A's attention was frequently placed on the particularly good-looking gentlemen and ladies.

In particular, he glanced at her and that Mr. Screwllum several times with high frequency.

An attendant came to Sereis's side and gently reminded him, "Sir, someone wishes to purchase your Beyonder item. Please step over to the room on that side."

Sereis stood up and followed the attendant to a private transaction room. Someone was already waiting inside. That person was tightly wrapped from head to toe, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

Feeling the "luck" constantly entwined around that person, Sereis closed the door behind him, pulled over a chair casually, and sat down: "Hoh, a 'Winner'. I knew you guys would definitely be interested in this."

The Winner did not waste words, and straightforwardly took out a box: "One hundred pieces."

The box opened, neatly containing ten stacks of ten-pound notes, with ten notes in each stack.

Seeing how boring this Winner was, Sereis lost interest as well. Waving his hand, the blue-and-pink gradient lotto inside the box replaced the cash: "Off you go, boring fellow."

The Winner did not hesitate either, inspecting the lotto, though it was unclear how he determined its authenticity. In short, he probably confirmed the lotto's genuine nature.

"Usage," he asked concisely.

"Inject spirituality, then tear it open," Sereis explained.

The Winner did not linger, closed the box, and turned to leave.

After the Winner left, the attendant standing to the side stepped forward and asked Sereis, "Sir, several other guests would like to purchase your Beyonder item. Do you still have stock?"

Sereis snapped his fingers: "Of course."

He knew it, no one could refuse the lotto.

This was the glamorous moment for a gambler.

...

Sunday, above the gray fog.

Klein once again received the prayer from the boy who spoke Giant.

Klein extended his spirituality and, through the gray fog, saw the boy kneeling in front of a crystal ball, praying with a nervous expression.

Ever since the last time he encountered a situation where he couldn't understand, Klein had crammed Giant for a period of time and could barely understand it now.

"Great deity, please cast your gaze once more upon this place abandoned by you."

"Great deity, please allow us people of the darkness to escape that predestined curse."

"I am willing to offer my life to you, and please your deity with my blood."

This was truly an unqualified prayer; one should add a postal code, street address, or phone number after the prayer, or at the very least attach a name. This was the most basic requirement for prayer.

The abominable evil god, Mr. Fool, who had been pleased by the little boy's life and blood, thought of the Forsaken Land of the Gods at the first moment. He extended his spirituality and pulled the little boy up above the gray fog.

The ignorant little boy, prepare to receive baptism!

The World, impact the sun!