The Torchbase, Fang You washed his hands, changed his clothes, and burned incense as usual, holding the smartphone loaded with the salvation game in both hands.
"It's been less than a week since the last fate drawing, and here I am ready for another ten pull. I must say, quite fitting for me."
"I remember the old times when it took about ten days to save up just nine fate points, but now I get one or two hundred a day, tsk, what a gap."
"Who knows, maybe one day Torchbase will earn a million a day, or even an 'exhilarating' amount?"
Although he couldn't imagine what earning an 'exhilarating' amount a day would look like, the future was uncertain.
There were great prospects for the organization's future,
And now,
"With the improved odds, drawing an Apostle of Fate has become quite common. This time, I conservatively estimate I'll get at least two Angel Envoys, right?"
"And given the odds this time, maybe, just maybe, I'll actually draw a golden one."
Wish for gold.
