RoleplayNovel Chapter 107 Gashapon Machine Debuts
Chapter 107 Gashapon Machine Debuts
In the dead of night, only the occasional sparks from the brazier could be heard in the abandoned urban camp.
Lynn stood alone in the center of the open space, his eyes closed. A gradually increasing heat emanated from the system in his mind, and the vast energy reserves within his body began to surge.
A full ten thousand points of energy were forcibly extracted and poured into the ground along his toes.
call………
The hard granite ground rippled like water, and the metal debris and magical waste deep underground were kneaded and reassembled by an invisible force.
With the sound of gears meshing, a strange device more than two meters tall broke through the ground and took root firmly in the center of the camp.
Its design is completely out of place in this dark and damp wasteland.
The bottom is a red square iron base with a metal knob and a semi-circular groove outlet in the center.
Above the base, a transparent square container is supported, filled with countless opaque white spheres.
A large yellow five-pointed star is printed on the glass front of the container.
At the very top, there was a huge orange mushroom cap, with several yellow spots scattered on its surface, serving as the top cover of this mechanical device.
Lynn found a broken piece of wood, wrote a line of words on it with charcoal, and stuck it next to the machine. After doing all this, he retreated into the shadows.
The inflation crisis in the ruined city has been resolved with the perfect recycling terminal.
Several hours later, the players who had been relieved returned to camp one after another.
"Holy crap, isn't this the gashapon machine from MapleStory?!"
The players at the front immediately recognized this classic design, which is almost etched into their DNA.
In this dark, damp wasteland filled with scrap metal and purple mist, the presence of this brightly colored, almost cartoonish machine feels somewhat out of place.
Dozens of people quickly gathered around, pointing and commenting on the line of words for carbon strips.
"Making money is hard, so be careful with your spending. Single launch costs: 100 credits?"
Happy Blade read out the rules on the wooden sign and gasped.
"Robbery! A hundred percent? You'd have to carry rocks in a mine for days to earn that much. Who's going to mess around with this stuff?"
Ordinary newbies shook their heads and retreated, realizing that filling their stomachs was the most important thing at this stage.
The agent and the little snail were quite interested in the gashapon machine, mainly because he actually had the means to do so.
As some of the earliest players to participate in the first test, they participated in a series of high-risk missions such as rescuing people from the green fog in Rainbow Village and blocking Bolton in Pearl Harbor. They even worked non-stop mining and infrastructure construction underground.
In real life, the agent lost his job and poured all his energy into this game, accumulating nearly five figures in credits through his emblems.
It would be so frustrating not to play a few rounds.
He rubbed the dirt off his hands and then placed the emblem on his arm onto the sensor area on the side of the red base.
A faint magical energy flashed, and one hundred credits were precisely deducted, making the newbie next to him swallow hard.
The agent forcefully turned the metal knob.
With a click, the white spheres inside the transparent container tumbled, and one of them rolled down the pipe and fell into the groove below.
He picked up the sphere and squeezed it hard. The white shell shattered, and a lump of iron covered in red rust fell out. It was a small piece of raw ore.
A burst of laughter erupted around them.
"Boss, you've got incredible luck buying a piece of scrap metal for 100 points!"
"It doesn't matter."
The agent remained expressionless, not even lifting an eyelid.
The frustration of being treated as a tool in code in reality made him desperately need an outlet for his emotions, and irrational consumption was the best way to do so.
The Gambling Dog in the Ruined City is officially launched!
He simply didn't remove his hand; he just kept it on the sensor area while frantically turning the knob with his other hand.
Click! Click! Click!
White balls rolled down one after another, but unfortunately the prizes that came out were either red or blue potions or some scrap paper.
Just as the more than two thousand credits evaporated like water, the sphere shattered, revealing a pair of dark-colored coarse cloth gloves inside.
Elliott happened to be passing by, glanced at the gloves, and commented in broken Chinese, "Utterly useless. The fabric is brittle, it won't stop a knife or protect against poison. Complete garbage."
"You don't know anything! Do you guys not have this on your foreign servers?"
The agent's eyes lit up, and he quickly slipped the brown construction gloves onto his hands.
Everyone in the camp is still wearing the initial white T-shirts and shorts. These work gloves, which have no attributes, look ugly on the hands, but in the eyes of the players, they are the only appearance in the entire server.
The agent stretched his wrists and felt much better.
The feeling of having a real object in your hands is something that can't be compared to looking at it through a screen.
At the same time, the agent glanced at the scrap paper he had twisted out earlier. Upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't scrap paper at all; it was clearly a reinforced roll.
"Holy crap! This game actually has an upgrade system, it's incredibly faithful to the original!"
"I just don't know what the enhancement effect is. It can't be +3 attack power, can it?"
The crowd, who had been mocking them, stopped their disdain and began discussing the specific uses of the prizes.
Players may have limited desires for appearance and adorable clothing, but no one would refuse greater combat power.
Without a word, Birdsong and Fragrant Flowers pushed past the agents and pressed their arms against him.
"Get out of my way! Even if I lose all the money I made from trading timber today, I'll still get that maple leaf headscarf!"
With credits being deducted at an alarming rate, Birdsong and Fragrance had poured most of their wealth into the game, finally yielding a valuable item.
[Pot lid]
It was a bronze round shield with some pits along the edges and a rough iron handle on the back.
This is truly a case of "the flowers you plant with care may not bloom, but the willow tree you uprooted without your knowledge." Which veteran MapleStory player wouldn't be excited to see this?
Birdsong and Fragrance, eyes bloodshot, trembled with excitement. He burst into a tirade: "Holy crap! It actually came out! I curse eight generations of my ancestors who were game designers, this damn machine actually produced top-quality stuff! It's fucking awesome!"
Lynn was speechless. Giving him top-tier equipment and then getting cursed at for eight generations of ancestors was truly unbelievable.
Birdsong and Fragrance held the pot lid in her hand, weighed it in her hand, and then put the handle directly on her left forearm.
He drew his sword from his waist and struck the pot lid twice with the back of the sword, producing a clear and resonant sound.
The weight is just right, and the protective area is perfect for protecting the forearm. Compared to a crudely made wooden shield, this thing is significantly better in terms of both hardness and ease of use.
Those players who originally planned to save money became envious upon seeing the two men's flamboyant appearance.
Those with a little spare cash lined up to turn that knob.
Lynn watched this scene with great satisfaction. The money these people had painstakingly earned by moving bricks on the edge of the Purple Mist was flowing back into his account in a beautiful way.
If players want to participate in the lottery, they have to work more. And the more players work, the more energy points Lynn's system will accumulate, which is perfect.