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[Shepherd: "I don't know, man. I just did a pull and it popped out on its own."]
[Poison Island: "Yeah, this must be what they call a European-level lucky bastard."]
[Shepherd: "Nah, that was just a guaranteed pull. If I'd hit a double-SSR on a single ten-pull, that's what you'd call god-tier luck."]
[Bad Woman: "???"]
While Gabriel started making a fuss as usual, the one who was struggling to keep a straight face was Makima.
She'd just been chatting casually—and suddenly someone else had her devil power?
If it had been one of her lesser abilities, she could've brushed it off.
But the power of domination, the very thing that let her stand tall in this world? That was different.
With that, she could control not just people but devils and hybrids alike—hell, she could even dominate the entire population of Japan if she wanted.
And yet Rosen just casually did a ten-pull… and rolled her power like it was nothing?
"This result is… beyond unpredictable."
Even Makima, usually calm and collected, couldn't help grumbling inwardly.
Rosen's luck since joining the group had been downright absurd.
They'd all tested the lottery system before with the free pulls, so they knew how stingy it was.
Frieren, for example, had to do five ten-pulls just to get two spells—and one of those was a complete joke. That alone showed how ridiculously low the odds were.
But Rosen? Every single one of his four draws had been SSR-tier or higher.
So maybe… the lottery wasn't about probability at all, but about the person spinning it?
Makima even felt a little itch to try rolling herself—but the problem was, she didn't have any points left.
[Slacker Angel: "Damn! Are you like the chat group's golden child or what? Games giving you guaranteed pulls is one thing, but this? A real-life guaranteed pull?!"]
[Slacker Angel: "If you are the group's chosen one, maybe slip me some benefits under the table, yeah?~"]
[Shepherd: "Think about it. If I really were the group's son, wouldn't I be getting max rolls on every pull instead?"]
[Hell's Blizzard: "Yeah, this luck… is kinda scary, not gonna lie."]
Even if someone pulled full SSRs in a game, Blizzard wouldn't bat an eye. That was just virtual.
But the stuff from the group's lottery? It worked in reality. There was no such thing as a "bad pull."
She'd been saving her points to beef up her psychic powers, hoping to one day stand toe-to-toe with S-class heroes.
Now? Even she was tempted to roll the dice.
[Old Mage: "Wait… that curse-reflection spell—is it the one I'm thinking of? The one that bounces curses back?"]
[Shepherd: "Yeah, sounds like it. The description says it reflects anything considered a curse."]
[Old Mage: "Incredible. That's a legendary-level spell. Normal mages would need at least a hundred years of training just to have a chance at learning it—and the grimoire for it is insanely rare. I've lived ages and still never seen one."]
A hundred years of training.
Basically, unless you were an elf, nobody else could ever hope to pull it off.
And even if some human somehow lived long enough to learn it, what good would it be? They'd die of old age right after anyway.
[Shepherd: "Honestly though, curses never really worked on me much to begin with."]
Pretty much the only perk was bouncing the curse back onto whoever cast it.
[Slacker Angel: "Tch, quit acting humble. You know what they say—super lucky people burn out fast. smirk.jpg"]
[Slacker Angel: "Besides, that Godspeed Step you got? Not all versions of it are equal!"]
[Shepherd: "What, you mean like that time someone tried to teleport and only their clothes made it through?"]
[Slacker Angel: "???"]
[Shepherd: "Alright, alright, I'll throw you guys a little gift."]
[Group Notification: Shepherd has sent a red packet.]
Everyone clicked it immediately.
[You received Shepherd's red packet: 50 tons of gold.]
The others all got the same message.
[Slacker Angel: "???"]
[Hell's Blizzard: "???"]
[Bad Woman: "???"]
[Slacker Angel: "Wait wait wait. Did I misread that? Did it say kilograms instead of tons?"]
She rubbed her eyes. Nope, still tons.
Not convinced, Gabriel tried to pull it out—and was instantly blinded by a flood of golden light.
Then—BOOM.
Fifty tons of solid gold came crashing down, flattening her two-story apartment building on the spot.
"..."
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