Ashen Dragon-Chapter 229 - 154: Cassius’ Treasure (Part 1)

Chapter 229: Chapter 154: Cassius’ Treasure (Part 1)

“Come on, come on! The official welfare event is here!”

“I heard there’s a chance to get divine gear!”

“That good?”

“Oh man, I’ve been hoarding a bunch of gold coins now that the server is about to close, this is my chance to get some good equipment!”

“I’ll go too, I’ll go too!”

The news of “Cassius’s Treasure” spread like wildfire through the city, from one to ten, and then from ten to a hundred, finally drawing over a thousand beta testers. Crowds of people thronged the store, forming dozens of layers inside and out.

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Little did they know, far away in the palace dozens of miles away, Cassius lay sprawled out, observing the players’ reactions through a magic mirror, a sinister smile on his face.

“The charm of a lottery lies in its simplicity and unpredictability. By purchasing the treasure and waiting for the draw, one hopes that their fate can change overnight in an unpredictable way.”

“Tsk tsk, this time-tested tactic of reaping from gullible players really never fails.”

“No matter what, I won’t lose out.”

“Awo?”

Tiniya tilted her head, letting out a puzzled howl. She didn’t understand and thought these humans were idiots.

All the equipment Cassius put in the boxes was worth roughly three thousand gold coins, mostly junk picked from Rakman Kingdom’s inventory and some spoils left by poor adventurers. He put these items in boxes priced at five gold coins each, allowing him to reap a profit of over a hundred percent.

A thousand fiery gazes were focused on the exquisitely decorated metal boxes, inscribed with the majestic emblem of the Red Dragon, impervious to all forms of magical peeking.

“Nocturne Psalm” watched the boxes from the crowd, as if seeing piles of gold coins, licking his lips: “If I could steal some divine gear, wouldn’t I hit the jackpot?”

But then he saw the bipedal wyverns patrolling the sky, and the Tiefling City Guard, armed to the teeth, and quickly extinguished his sneaky thoughts.

“What a pity.”

Nocturne Psalm, driven by a thief’s instinct, subconsciously reached into the pocket of the player next to him. However, he forgot that this was the central area of Northwind Castle, where theft was prohibited.

“Bang!”

“Damn! Who blew that up?”

“Isn’t that my pouch? Good job blowing it up!”

“It’s the Black Beast, hahaha, he thought he was outside, crazy!”

The long toll of the bell rang, and the slender Miss Serpentfolk clapped her hands, a dazzling smile on her face.

“It’s starting, please line up orderly to purchase.”

“I’ll take one!”

“I’ll go first, single draw for the miracle!”

“Don’t push me, I was here first!”

The players surged forward, making the shop impossibly crowded.

Only the Natural War Maniac, using his strength and sturdy build, managed to squeeze to the front, pulling out five gold coins.

“Swish——”

Green light shone from the box’s seams.

“It’s out! It’s out!”

The players shouted anxiously.

With a crisp sound, a pair of rough boots appeared in front of everyone.

[Boots of Leaping]

Quality: Uncommon

Item Description: Boots sewn from pegasus skin, increasing your running speed by fifteen percent and allowing you to jump three times farther than usual.

“Listen, kid, leaping high is a man’s romance!” — Wolf Fang Club Orc Tribe Chief, Galag.

“Wow——”

“Good stuff!”

“The drop rate is this good? Got lucky on the first try, how generous.”

“I want one too, let me try!”

The onlookers were envious, eager to try it themselves. Although the boots were just green gear, for melee occupations they were not inferior to some blue gear, and even green gear far exceeded the value of five gold coins.

“Sir, would you like to buy more?”

“No, no.” The Natural War Maniac smiled, shaking his polished bald head.

As a barbarian, his need for equipment was low, and getting a piece that suited him so well was already a big win.

Players began purchasing enthusiastically, and as more equipment appeared, the sound of the “clink-clink” of magical aura rang out continuously.

This was also deliberately set up by Cassius, borrowing tactics from some old-world game companies to give players the ultimate experience when getting items, thus making them addicted to opening boxes.

These boxes could even be reused, minimizing costs to the extreme.

In just a few minutes, the players had purchased over a hundred boxes, showcasing their various methods: washing their faces, praying to gods, and even initiating mystic sacrifices.

“One more!”

“My turn, draw the card!”

“Amitabha, Burning with divine power, no matter who you are, let me get the loot! Faith power, faith power is burning!”

“I’m willing to trade my brother’s ten years of being single for this pull!”

“I’m willing to sacrifice ten years of Black Beast’s life.”

However, the luck of this batch of players didn’t seem great; most of what they got was common junk, with only a dozen uncommon items, and no rare equipment at all.

Complaints and curses rose in the crowd, as players, pretending to show off rare drops, mocked the low drop rates.

“The damn developers! I worked hard to save up gold coins, and all I got was a crude iron dagger?”

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“You’re lucky, I got an adventurer’s underwear…”

“Refunds!”

“I sold all my gear for boxes, only to get a duplicate helmet, who understands my pain.”

“What kind of b drop rate is this?”

“Sigh, I only got an uncommon wand, what a scam for rare equipment.”

“Odog, take my spear! Still showing off here? While we’ve all lost everything, you’re just lucky, now shove off.”

Since so few players were getting good gear, those watching hesitated, wondering if they should gamble their hard-earned savings.

Cassius silently watched from his palace, thinking to himself:

“These people are so unlucky, I didn’t rig anything, but if this doesn’t sell well, I’ll be at a huge loss. Should I intervene?”

“No wait, it seems… the next box contains rare equipment, I should just wait and enjoy the show.”

“Oh? It’s him?”

The ID of the next player drew Cassius’s attention—it was “Charlotte”.

The president of the Magic Coin Guild, head of the Magic Affairs Office, and famously gullible individual, known as “Charlotte the Lifter,” meaning his actions could stir up the market, raising prices and creating miracles like a thirty percent increase in average market price within a day.

“I’ll take ten boxes!”

Charlotte’s bold move left many poor players speechless.

“Damn, he’s really Charlotte the Lifter, such big spending.”

“I’ve never seen a ten-draw before.”

“I get it, it’s probably the first time in a month he’s buying something at the original price.”