Chapter 295: Chapter 218: A Newbie’s Day (Part 3)
Under the gaze of the players, the Europe King silently closed his eyes, muttering under his breath as he prayed to every deity he could name, from the Jade Emperor to the Tathagata Buddha. Then he took a deep breath and slowly opened the box.
The player running the bets anxiously stood on tip-toe.
“Shwish—”
A beam of white light emerged from the metal box.
[Kobold’s Leather Pants]
Quality: None
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Description: Unlike stray dogs, kobolds have scales covering their skin, not fur, and they often shiver from the cold. Therefore, a kobold with leather pants made from beast fur tends to be quite smug. If you sniff closely, you might even detect a strange odor.
“Sigh—”
“Turns out he’s still a Non-chief.”
“What’s there to see, just a pair of smelly leather pants.”
Listening to the jeers around him, the Europe King’s face turned red. He gritted his teeth and muttered, “Just wait, I still have three more chances. I refuse to believe I won’t get anything!”
Amidst the crowd, a mage in a robe let out a sinister laugh.
Charlotte stared at the Europe King from afar, her hooded eyes filled with endless darkness. She murmured, “Hehe, poor child, this is just the beginning of hell.”
“Come on… try again!”
The Europe King panted heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Another beam of white light flashed.
A foul stench wafted from the box, even attracting a few flies.
[Kobold Butcher’s Leather Mask]
Quality: None
Description: Kobolds are not a clean race, to say the least. In fact, they can be downright filthy. However, even they can’t stand the stench of rotting meat. That’s how a clever kobold butcher invented the leather mask. But this one looks like it hasn’t been washed in quite some time.
“How is that possible?”
It was as if the Europe King had been struck by lightning, standing rigid with a face that turned pale.
“Hahaha, this guy is having the worst luck.”
“Man, he must be the Kobold’s God’s retainer!”
Even Charlotte in the crowd looked at him with a hint of pity in her eyes.
The pungent stench, along with the players’ merciless mocking, surrounded the Europe King.
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Instead of giving up, he became more determined, his breathing grew heavier, his face redder, and veins started to pop on his forehead.
“It’s just a couple of failures, it means nothing!”
“There’s no way a Europe King can lose!”
“My turn, open the box!”
The Europe King slammed the box and shouted fiercely.
Another beam of white light emerged from the new metal box.
[Failed to Hatch Kobold Egg]
Quality: None
Description: Kobolds often hatch their eggs in warm, dry caves. If the eggs fail to hatch, these nutrient-rich eggs become excellent provisions. They taste similar to chicken eggs but have a strong fishy odor. Luckily, they are plentiful and filling, although no decent chef would use them.
“Nothing again, nothing again!”
The Europe King’s face instantly turned ghastly pale. He trembled all over and even began to speak incoherently.
“This guy is really having a rough time…”
“A disastrous start.”
“Small bets keep you entertained, big bets harm your health, excessive gambling will ruin you!”
Even the onlookers started to feel sorry for him.
A newbie, opening boxes on loan, with such terrible luck.
He seemed to have stacked all the negative buffs. If the last box yielded nothing, he’d be facing a mountain of debt and starting from zero, with no chance to turn things around.
“This… only one box left.”
The Europe King panted, sweat dripping from his chin, but he lifted his head slightly, his eyes bloodshot and filled with fervor.
“Kids don’t cry every day, gamblers don’t always lose, just watch me turn the tide!”
“Open the box!”
The Europe King roared, his powerful declaration, “open the box,” filled with a do-or-die resolve.
“Shwish—”
Another beam of white light shone through the metal box’s gap.
[Kobold’s Wooden Spear]
Quality: None
Description: As a species as common as weeds, kobolds often hunt in groups. The spear is their best weapon, though they tend to avoid larger beasts since this crudely made item can barely pierce fur.
“Boom.”
The Europe King fell to his knees.
He looked ghostly pale, his eyes hollow, as if his soul had been stripped away.
“How could this be… how could this be…”
“I even had inside information…”
Lonely as Snow gently patted the Europe King’s shoulder, but his face wasn’t much better, clouded with gloom.
“This guy not only sucks—”
“But he also dragged me down with him—”
“I should’ve followed S Class’s strategy.”
Lonely as Snow appeared calm on the outside, but inside, he was devastated. Thinking about the five gold coins in debt he’d start with, he was filled with regret.
Lost confidence due to the absurdly low drop rate, Lonely as Snow stepped forward with a carefree attitude.
“Forget it, I’m already here, might as well try my luck.”
“Maybe a blind cat will stumble upon a dead rat.”
“Heh.”
Lonely as Snow casually opened the box.
“Shwish—”
“Whoa, a drop!”
“The first piece of Blue Gear since the server opened!”
“This is the real Europe King!”
The crowd roared in excitement, the kneeling Europe King turned his head in disbelief, and even Charlotte widened her eyes.
An intense blue glow shone through the gap.
Inside lay a luxurious and exquisite piece of armor, inscribed with complex runes and exuding an air of opulence.
A flame-and-dragon emblem adorned the chest, clearly the handiwork of the Kingdom’s Magic Department.
[Kingdom’s Fine Gold Armor]
Quality: Rare
Description: This armor is made of mithril, one of the hardest known substances. It consists of long straight iron bars riveted to a leather backing worn over padded layers. Flexible chain mail protects the joints. When you wear this armor, lower-tier magic and ordinary strikes will struggle to harm you.
“Whoa…”
“It actually dropped.”
Lonely as Snow stood there, unsure of what to do next.
Miss Serpentfolk smiled and stepped forward to remind him: “You are truly a fortunate guest to receive such a gift; it seems his majesty is watching over you.”
Lonely as Snow finally snapped back to reality, his face breaking into a joyful expression.
“Whoa! I got a drop!”
Human joy and sorrow do not resonate with each other, and on the ground, the Europe King was tearfully despondent.
“I was supposed to be the Europe King… the next drop should’ve been mine…”