Chapter 92: Supreme Pavilion Master Set Fragment
"Supreme Pavilion Master Set Fragment – Mask."
When Darius read the description, he couldn’t help but marvel at the foundation of his system. Calling it a walking heavenly treasury would not be an exaggeration. No wonder it had such high expectations and always carried itself with a certain arrogance.
"Supreme Pavilion Master Set Fragment — Faceless Mask"
Description:
A fragment of the Supreme Pavilion Master’s personal set. Though only a tiny piece of the complete set, it already possesses unfathomable abilities.
A true Pavilion Master has countless identities, walks through countless worlds, and leaves behind countless legends. How can such a figure allow others to discover his true face?
With a pounding heart, he continued reading through the mask’s abilities, and his breathing quickened with every line.
Thousand Faces: The host may freely alter facial appearance, age, and similar features.Aura Concealment: Can conceal cultivation realm, killing intent, spiritual fluctuations, and Qi fluctuations.Pavilion Master’s Dignity: When worn, the mask naturally enhances presence. Note: Not mind control.
Special Note: Current concealment strength: cannot be seen through by anyone below the Fourth Realm (Divine Sect Realm).
"Truly a fragment of the Supreme Pavilion Master’s set," Darius murmured. The Eye of Truth alone was already terrifying, and now this mask... He understood that if used properly, its effects would be equally shocking. Although it had limitations, he knew that as his own strength and the pavilion grew, those restrictions would gradually diminish.
He was about to hand the Guardian Token to John when his gaze fell upon the lottery tickets glowing in the panel, and he couldn’t help but decide to use them first. If he was honest, he already had more than enough rewards for now, but he also couldn’t deny his curiosity about what he might draw.
[ 10x Lottery Draw — Available ]
[ Initiate Draw? ]
A wave of excitement surged through Darius’s entire body. Wasn’t this exactly what every veteran webnovel reader dreamed of? He was practically living that experience now, and his eyes lit up uncontrollably.
His gaming instincts reignited, and he immediately pressed spin on what looked like a wheel filled with endless question marks, offering him absolutely no hint of anticipation-enhancing suspense.
’Probably to prevent addiction,’ he thought. He understood it well enough and smiled faintly.
The first lottery draw took a full minute to complete, and Darius couldn’t help but bitterly smile.
’As expected... I expected something more?’
The wheel finally stopped, and a brown leather bag appeared in its place. What he had initially imagined was completely different. He had expected a spatial storage item capable of holding an entire town, but what he got was merely a regular medieval-style shopping bag.
’System, are you playing with me?’ he thought irritably, though he didn’t dwell on it. He knew the lottery had nothing to do with the system’s direct control; the rewards were determined by fate alone.
[ Reward 1: Leather Brown Bag (Large Size) ]
’Thank you for the detailed description,’ Darius rolled his eyes. ’You might as well call it the World Cup prize.’
"..."
The system remained silent.
[ Proceed with the second draw? ]
Darius took a deep breath. "Alright... maybe the first draw was just bad luck. Maybe God just wants to test my patience. After all, life is full of trials from birth to death. You either succeed or fail. I might as well be patient and succeed."
With renewed hope, he clicked spin again. Within thirty seconds, another image appeared along with its description.
Thud.
[ Reward 2: Black Kitchen Knife (Very Sharp) ]
A knife materialized before him, and Darius couldn’t help but curse inwardly. Even though he had already obtained many rewards today, he still wished for something meaningful. After all, getting a good draw was the dream of every reader and gamer.
Darius’s heart jolted for a moment as he glanced at John.
’Wait... did he...?’
But when his eyes landed on his guardian, John showed no reaction that suggested he could see the rewards. However, a strange expression flickered across his face as he cautiously glanced at Darius from time to time.
’What is this guy doing? Is he crazy or something?! Is this why he chose seclusion or what?’
John kept stealing glances at him. He could swear he saw Darius talking to himself at times, then shifting from an expressionless face to a smile, then a smirk, then sudden disappointment.
John felt increasingly terrified. He truly believed the pavilion owner might be insane...but then again, who wouldn’t go crazy after being alone for so long... right?
Indeed.
Gradually, John’s perception of Darius shifted from a clueless young master to a hidden expert in seclusion. Although the thought wasn’t fully formed in his mind, this increasingly strange behavior pushed him further in that direction.
’Maybe he isn’t a young master from some ancient family after all...’
John shook his head and continued standing guard at the door. Even though the pavilion was closed and it wasn’t business hours, he still fulfilled his duty as instructed, no matter how boring it was.
Soon, draw after draw passed before Darius lost all remaining hope after the seventh attempt. At first, he had been extremely excited by the idea of infinite rewards, but now that he was actually drawing them, he realized how terrifyingly low the chances of anything valuable truly were. He even began to feel that the lottery tickets were a scam.
Out of nine draws, the best reward he received was a king-sized bed that was automatically placed in his room. As for the worst? There was indeed something worse than the kitchen knife.
A coffee cup.
Sigh.
Darius sighed deeply and lazily pressed the spin button once more. At this point, he no longer hoped for anything legendary...he just wanted to finish quickly, open the pavilion, and begin earning money.
’Hmm?’
He had been waiting for over five minutes, yet the wheel was still spinning without showing any sign of stopping. From his previous draws, he had learned one thing: the longer the spin, the better the reward.
There was no official grading system, but this alone reignited a faint spark of hope in him.
Suddenly, after another fifteen minutes of silence and anticipation, the entire panel lit up, and an object appeared where the spin button had been.
’This...’
Darius’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
’How is this even possible?!’
