[You have received 1 Rare Smoke Bomb Skill Scroll]
[You have received 20 Units of Iron Ingots]
[You have received 50 Units of Iron]
[You have received 20 Units of Mana Crystals]
[You have received 1 Elite Battle Cry Skill Scroll]
[You have received 5 Units of Water Stone]
[You have received 20 Units of Lumber]
[You have received 100 Units of Stone]
Ats quickly opehe 8 Rank-B tickets at once. As usual, most of the results were materials, but this time, something new caught his eye—Lumber and Water Stone.
Ah, that’s good, he thought. These materials would be incredibly useful when it was time to build more advaructures. Every resource ted.
But what really grabbed his attentiohe wo items—two Skill Scrolls.
[Assassin - Smoke Bomb]
[Throws a bomb that creates a cloud of smoke.
Effect: Grants temporary invisibility.]
[Warrior - Battle Cry]
[Releases a powerful shout that empowers nearby allies.
Effect: Increases attack power and defense for a short time.]
The first skill was Smoke Bomb—perfect for the Assassin css. Ats g Edrik, evaluating his on and bat style.
Yeah, he’s definitely an Assassin subcss.
Giving this skill to Edrik made perfect sense. He already had excellent escape teiques, and Smoke Bomb would only sharpen his ability to evade and reposition during battle.
The skill was Battle Cry, a buff that increased the strength of nearby allies. It was clearly designed for warriors.
Ats himself teically fit the Warrior subcss, so he could use it, but it felt like a much better fit for Karian. He was already a powerhouse on the frontlines, and this would make him even more formidable.
Alright then, he decided. Two skills—one for Edrik and one for Karian. These scrolls were about to give his team a serious boost.
"Alright, the Rank-A item!"
[You have received 1 Rank-A Item: Endless Fishing Rod]
A fishing rod materialized in front of him, floating.
"Why a fishing rod?" he sighed.
One moment he was getting incredible characters like Karian, and the , he was stuck with a fishing tool, even though it came from the same high-grade ticket.
[A fishing rod that attracts fish to it when submerged. It provides a steady supply of fresh fish for food without the need for extensive fishing efforts, helping to maintain a food supply.]
"Do I really his?" he thought.
Well, actually... Yes, he might. Who knows? Maybe he’d e across a fishing spot while hunting monsters, and this could help stock up on some food supplies.
"This item is perfect for Edrik," he mused. After all, Edrik seemed ready to handle just about anything, as long as Ats asked him to do it.
Now for the final ticket—the Rank-A ticket. Please, he hoped for another character, whether support or bat, mage er, just to round out his team for future monster hunts.
[You have received 1 Rank-A Item: Rejuvenation B]
He let out a sigh. "A b? Seriously?"
[A b infused with magic that accelerates rest and recovery. Anyone who sleeps u will feel well-rested after just a few hours, redug the need for lo periods.]
"Huh, actually... this might be a pretty great item," he thought. With this b, he could meet his sleep needs faster, allowing him to rest less and spend more time training or developing his isnd.
"Okay, this is a good item after all!" he realized. If it gave him even two extra hours of productivity each day, it would definitely be useful in the long run.
He grabbed the b, a soft, gray-colored fabric. Just holding it made him want to curl up and sleep. He grinned.
"Not bad," Ats muttered, satisfied.
At that moment, he noticed Manna staring at him.
“Hi,” he said, fused by her sudden attention.
"Is that a good b?" she asked in a ft tone.
Was she ied in the b?
"Yes, it speed up recovery and improve rest efficy. Do you want to use it?" he offered.
But suddenly, Manna stiffened, her eyes widening at him. Without another word, she stood up and walked away.
"I should’ve killed him. I’ll find a way," she muttered, her words just loud enough for Ats to hear.
Ats blinked, unsure of what had just happened.
How many standard tickets had he opened by now? Thirty tickets, and still no Rank-S item. Normally, he was guaranteed a Rank-S item every 80 pulls. So, fifty more tickets to go. But that was only if his luck didn’t ge. He really hoped to snag that red ticket soohan ter.
"Alright, en tickets. Please, Rank-S!"
He threw the ten tickets into the air. The first ourned purple. He smiled. Then... brown, brown, brown, brown. Still brown.
"e on, at least give me two purples," he muttered.
The st ticket hesitated, its color shifting more slowly. Then—red!
"Yes! Rank-S!" He couldn’t believe it, a Rank-S pull oh ticket! That had to be a good omen.
[You have obtained 8 Rank-B items, 1 Rank-A item, and 1 Rank-S item!]
Ats smiled and quickly opened all eight Rank-B tickets at once.
[You have received 1 Elite Flurry of Spears Skill Scroll]
[You have received 5 Units of Fire Stone]
[You have received Hawk’s Eye Skill Scroll]
[You have received 5 Elite XP Orbs]
[You have received 100 Units of Wood]
[You have received 5 Elite XP Orbs]
[You have received 5 Rare XP Orbs]
[You have received 20 Units of Iron Ingots]
"Ah, two skill scrolls! And awenty iron ingots. That should be enough to build the Fme Bea," he thought, satisfied with the haul.
[Warrior - Flurry of Spears]
[The wielder delivers a rapid series of spear strikes at a single enemy.
Effect: Deals 140% damage over 3 hits. Each hit increases the critical hit ce by 5%.]
[Ranger - Hawk’s Eye]
[Increases visie and accuracy.
Effect: Improves critical hit ce for a short time.]
The first skill, Flurry of Spears, erfect for Ats, given his on of choice—a spear. He’d defiake that one for himself. As for the skill, Hawk’s Eye, it was ideal for a Ranger. Maybe one of his team members could make good use of it ter.
He moved on to the Rank-A item. The ticket burned, and a rge, drical object appeared in front of him. Wait, not a der—was that a bell? A massive bell, yellowish-brown in color.
[You have received Rank-A Item: unity Bell]
[A magical bell that, when rung, boosts the morale of everyohin earshot. It be used to uhe unity or raise spirits during hard times.]
He stood up ahe heavy bell, carefully l it to the ground.
“This could be perfect for the watchtower,” he thought. Someone could ring it if war broke out.
The bell would boost morale and raise everyone’s spirits. It was definitely going to be useful in battle. After all, war was always the hardest part—for anyone. People could lose their lives. Death was real in this world, not like in a game where fallen rades could just be revived. Here, death meah.
That’s why recruiting meraries or awakeo work for a lord wasn’t easy. Summoning subordinates, like he had been able to do, was incredibly special. Those he summoned had no choice but to answer his call, bound by the magic of the system, forced to serve him.
Everyone uhe leadership of each lord had their own lives, their own families to protect. These isnds weren’t just simple territories—they were thriving unities. Some had grown se that they housed millions of people, all living uhe rule of the lord who trolled the floating isnd.
Alright, time for the Rank-S ticket. His excitement grew as he prepared to open it. Would it be an item? A on? Or maybe... a new character?
