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Chapter 319 - 238: The Feeling of Excitement

Chapter 319: Chapter 238: The Feeling of Excitement

Before Mr. Owl secured the diving and lighting equipment, Duan Mingyuan had found luck.

He had originally planned to consult Jiuyue about the process of making lucky sachets, but Jiuyue asked him to open the outermost layer of his suitcase and unzip it, revealing two red sachets embroidered with golden threads.

These were the sachets Jiuyue had prepared for Duan Mingyuan before his departure. She always placed two well-crafted sachets in his luggage whenever he was about to travel far. This was a tradition of the Ruihu clan. They always prayed for their loved ones in this way, to ensure their journeys were smooth and accompanied by good fortune.

The sachets still emitted a faint fragrance, the same scent Jiuyue usually used for her fox tail aromatherapy.

Duan Mingyuan put the sachets into a waterproof bag. Their next destination was a secret prison area, perpetually shrouded in darkness, and whose secrets were unknown.

"Are you sure this can bring us luck?"

Mr. Owl, having taken the waterproofed sachets, asked curiously.

He had indeed heard that the Fox Demons of Blue Star could bring people luck, but he thought that it was mostly superstitious belief.

"It can,"

Duan Mingyuan said, "The luck it brings is even more tangible than you imagine."

"In that case, I’ll have to see for myself."

Mr. Owl’s expression immediately turned serious.

He unlocked his phone screen, opened a game represented by a cartoon beauty, and skillfully navigated to the gacha interface.

"Old Duan, you know what this means, right?"

He showed Duan Mingyuan the remaining gacha resources, the interface featuring a girl with a resolute gaze.

"I didn’t expect you to be into this,"

"I call this ’steel under tenderness’,"

Mr. Owl, with the air of someone who had seen the chilly winds of the world, said gruffly, "You’re not familiar with our industry. Although we earn a decent amount, there’s hardly a place to spend it. We travel around on the battlefield all year long, never knowing when we might breathe our last, so we must have a sanctuary for our souls."

He found his gentle haven in the beautiful world of games, where there’s no deception or trickery.

And now, Mr. Owl decided to do something big.

He didn’t even have enough savings left for a ten-pull gacha, but he decided to use these remaining resources to bring the resolute-eyed beauty home.

Mr. Owl had once been a big spender, but conflicts with the Silver Lotus Family had led to the freezing of several of his primary bank accounts. As a result, his dowry could not fulfill its intended purpose in time.

He carefully extended his index finger, "Old Duan, you said I’m extraordinarily lucky right now."

Mr. Owl chose to believe.

The thing Duan Mingyuan had brought out was surely no ordinary item.

Duan Mingyuan neither agreed nor disagreed.

In fact, Duan Mingyuan had already witnessed Jiuyue’s gacha ability. To prove her luck, the little Fox Demon had once turned a single gacha card into a 6+5 right before his eyes.

Simply gauging her luck by whether she got a gold item was no measure for Jiuyue; she considered it a trick for lesser Ruihu. The truly high-end Ruihu not only brought luck but also had a keen mathematical mind. In theory, as long as she wanted to, she could turn any single gacha resource in any game into unlimited resources.

"Holy shit!"

A flash of gold, Mr. Owl exclaimed in the universal interstellar language.

The next minute passed as though he was in a dream

No, this was a scene not even conceivable in dreams!

Mr. Owl remained immersed in the aftertaste of the luck for a long while. After a moment, he realized something even more astounding—Duan Mingyuan had watched his entire gacha process without the slightest ripple on his face. From Duan Mingyuan’s eyes, he read three words—"Minor spectacle."

"Old Duan."

Mr. Owl shifted his gaze from the screen, the flames of jealousy burning in his eyes, "Old Duan, you couldn’t possibly have seen such a scene before, could you?"

"Hmm."

Duan Mingyuan nodded calmly.

Actually, if one were to measure by the amount alone, Jiuyue’s exploits in the Imperial Court were much more outrageous.

Once she stepped out, she picked up a million on the main street.

Duan Mingyuan admitted that he felt a strong sense of defeat when he heard this news, as he had toiled for months to earn less than what Jiuyue made just by strolling around the street.

However, when Jiuyue sensed his abnormality, she said in confusion, "Isn’t what I pick up yours too? Why do we need to be so clear-cut about things within the family?"

"You—!"

Mr. Owl’s hands heavily landed on Duan Mingyuan’s shoulders, setting him ablaze.

The virtual wife he had just pulled didn’t seem appealing anymore.

This wasn’t the news he had hoped for, and he was so envious he could crush his teeth.

"I have just one question, does Jiuyue have any sisters? No, aunts will do as well."

"Don’t you only like virtual beauties?"

Duan Mingyuan frowned, starting to doubt the authenticity of Mr. Owl’s "tough-guy tenderness," so easily bewitched by the Fox Demon.

"There’s a reason for that, I haven’t told you about my romantic history, have I?"

"Actually, I’m not very interested in your romantic history."

But Mr. Owl ignored Duan Mingyuan’s opinion and began to share his own tragic love story, "When I was still an Interstellar Mercenary, I fell in love with a local girl on a distant planet, but... but she turned out to be a spy sent by the enemy, getting close to me only to extract information!"

Although the romance lasted less than a week, it was a heavy blow for "the boy" Mr. Owl, who had already thought about how many children they would have.

It left him so disheartened that he could only seek warmth in virtual worlds.

After all, cartoon characters for which real money had been spent wouldn’t deceive him.

"That’s sad, but Fox Demons typically don’t like interacting with outsiders, so I’m afraid I can’t help you with the thing about sisters or aunts."

"What about big aunts, or even old ladies?"

Mr. Owl still hadn’t given up, having forgotten where he heard that Fox Demons had very long lives, much longer than humans.

"No, sorry."

"I still have 2 million Bei in savings."

"Ruihu doesn’t need money."

This was yet another sad story; they usually only needed a few days to gather what Mr. Owl had labored for years to save as his marriage fund.

But Duan Mingyuan understood that love wasn’t just a problem faced by young people on Blue Star, people all over the universe were hardly different.

"Alright then."

Mr. Owl felt that the heart he had barely managed to revive had died once again.

After many years, he had finally felt his heart stir at the thought of a Fox Demon, but the Fox Demons wouldn’t even give him a chance to meet.

He picked up his phone again; indeed, only the virtual world was his eternal haven.

"By the way, the conservation of luck really exists."

Duan Mingyuan reminded him out of goodwill, "The little fragrance pouch only works for three days, after which all the luck you’ve gained from it will be accounted for, and in the following three days, you’re likely to be so unlucky you’d even get water stuck in your teeth, so I suggest you don’t overdraw the luck from the little fragrance pouch."

Luck and misfortune always came hand in hand, and according to Duan Mingyuan’s long-term research, there was only one way to lift such a curse.

That was to bring a Ruihu wife home.

In doing so, her luck would have a lasting effect on you, preventing you from ever suffering the backlash of misfortune again.