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### Chapter 39: The Lucky Draw
An alarm blared obnoxiously in a dimly lit room, piercing through the silence like an unwelcome intruder. With a groggy hand, Kalki swatted at the source of the noise, smashing the alarm clock to pieces. "Damn alarm," he muttered, cursing it under his breath.
Kalki sat up, his face still clouded with sleep. As he slowly came to his senses, a sudden jolt of realization struck him. "Wait, how am I alive?" he exclaimed, remembering the devastating battle simulation where he had been killed by his own attack.
From behind, a voice dripping with sarcasm answered him. "It's called a holographic world, genius. You didn't really die." Yaksha, sitting leisurely in a chair with his feet propped up, was reading a book titled *Aethereal Chronicles* on an online website called Web Novel.
Kalki shot Yaksha a bewildered look. "You could have told me that before I thought I was actually dead," he grumbled.
Yaksha barely glanced up from his book. "Where's the fun in that?" he retorted, his tone hilariously mocking.
Kalki let out a relieved sigh, grateful that his life wasn't actually in danger. Just then, a notification from the system appeared before him: **[The first slot completed. One lucky draw and 100 blue lucky points are rewarded.] **
Eager to see what he had earned, Kalki opened the battle simulation panel and navigated to the lucky draw tab. Two options appeared before him: a normal lucky draw and an extreme lucky draw. He only had a coupon for the normal lucky draw, but he also noticed two bars beneath the options: one blue and one golden. The blue bar was 100% complete, while the golden bar was only at 1%.
He read the descriptions carefully. The normal lucky draw had a high chance of yielding low-tier items, while the extreme lucky draw offered a chance at high-tier treasures. Normal lucky draw coupons could be obtained by completing any slot, but extreme lucky draw coupons were only awarded for completing every ten slots. The blue bar increased the chances of getting high-tier items in the normal lucky draw, and the golden bar did the same for the extreme lucky draw.
Kalki's anticipation grew as he selected the normal tier lucky draw. Instantly, the blue bar emptied, its luck boosting effect activated. A vibrant animation played out, with a wheel of various rewards spinning rapidly. Colors and lights danced across the screen as the wheel slowed, finally stopping on an epic-tier prize.
"Congratulations! You've obtained an epic-tier Fire and Wind combination Mech Blueprint," the system announced.
Kalki's eyes widened in excitement as he read the name of the mech: **Tempest Inferno**. The blueprint detailed a powerful machine that harnessed both fire and wind elements, perfectly suited for his abilities. Kalki wanted to build a mech for him.
As he marveled at his reward, Yaksha looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow. "Not bad for a first try," he said with a smirk.
Kalki couldn't help but smile. "This is just the beginning," he replied, filled with renewed determination. The journey ahead promised challenges and rewards that would test his limits, but he was ready to face them head-on.
Kalki harbored a grand dream of constructing a colossal mech, a fantasy born from countless hours spent binge-watching mecha anime with wide-eyed enthusiasm. Little did he know, his wild imagination and wrench-wielding aspirations would someday turn his childhood pipe dream into a reality, complete with laser beams and impractically oversized swords!
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Kalki quickly got ready for the university, excitement buzzing in his veins from the earlier victory and the epic blueprint he had won. As he entered the bustling campus, he noticed groups of students from both year one and year two gathered in animated discussions.
"Did you hear? Monarch wiped the floor with Dhanush in just one attack!" one student exclaimed.
"Yeah, I hear that Dhanush didn't stand a chance," another chimed in.
"Who is this Monarch, anyway? Some first-year prodigy?" a third student wondered aloud.
"I heard he's the new rising star. Even the second-years are scared of him now," someone added.
"And here I thought Dhanush was unbeatable," the last student said, shaking his head in disbelief.
Kalki listened with mild amusement, thinking, I never thought Dhanush was the leader of year two. He looked so weak in my eyes.
He made his way to the information desk to find out which class he was assigned to. Handing his identity card to the attendant, Kalki waited as they checked his details.
The attendant glanced up and said, "You've been assigned to the MagiTech Workshop."
A wide grin spread across Kalki's face. He had been eagerly waiting for this moment, the opportunity to wield and craft his own mech. His heart raced with anticipation as he headed towards the workshop, ready to dive into the world of MagiTech and test the limits of his newfound skills and knowledge.
Kalki stepped into the MagiTech Workshop, his excitement barely contained. Rows of sleek, black Neural-Link Chairs with integrated electronic devices lined the spacious room. Students wore lightweight headbands that connected directly to their neural pathways, allowing information to flow effortlessly, making concepts intuitive.
The layout was designed for engagement, with each chair facing forward to foster a focused learning environment. Blue-lit flooring along the aisles added a touch of sci-fi elegance, guiding students to their seats. Tall, arched windows on one wall revealed a serene outdoor landscape, hinting at the advanced campus nestled amidst nature.
At the front, a massive screen displayed intricate blue and white graphics, perfect for teaching simulations and data visualizations. Ava and Nex, the AI teaching assistants, were poised to help students, understanding each individual's learning style and pace. Kalki felt a surge of enthusiasm and curiosity. This advanced environment promised an unparalleled learning experience, perfect for testing his limits and harnessing his full potential.
As Kalki cautiously stepped into the bustling MagiTech Workshop, the air thick with the hum of arcane gadgets and the occasional sizzle of wayward spells, he spotted his seat wedged precariously between Ember and Rook. Ember, with her fiery red hair flickering like a mischievous flame atop her head, shot him a look that could melt steel. Rook, on the other hand, had an icy demeanor that matched his piercing glare, making Kalki wonder if he was more frost mage than student.
Feeling like an unwitting intruder in a battle of elemental stares, Kalki awkwardly shuffled towards his seat, hoping his nervous smile didn't betray the turmoil within. He caught snippets of muttered conversations about 'newbies' and 'competence,' making him wish he had an invisibility spell handy. As he settled between the two, he could practically feel the tension crackling like static electricity.
Avoiding direct eye contact became his new mission, though every now and then, he couldn't resist stealing a furtive glance. Ember's narrowed eyes seemed to flicker with suspicion at his every move, while Rook's stoic expression hinted at a lurking skepticism that made Kalki wonder if he'd inadvertently stepped into a magic duel instead of a workshop. Amidst the swirling atmosphere of academic rivalry and arcane intensity, Kalki silently prayed that he wouldn't accidentally set something on fire or freeze himself solid before the day was through.
In the front rows, where only Alex, Rook, Ember, and Kalki sat, whispers spread among the students.
"Who does he think he is, sitting beside Guardian Ember?"
"Yeah, he looks like he barely passed the entrance exam."
Flint, seated behind them, couldn't hide his jealousy. "Why does Kalki get to sit beside Ember? It should be me!"
The classroom buzzed with gossip and speculation until the instructor walked in, casting a silence that was almost palpable.
Kalki practically bounced into the MagiTech workshop, visions of a sleek, powerful mech dancing in his head. He had imagined diving headfirst into a whirlwind of advanced engineering techniques, perhaps even summoning mystical blueprints with a flick of his wand. Instead, reality hit him like a slow-moving golem made of disappointment.
The lesson, it turned out, was a crash course in Mech Parts 101. They dissected the basics—nuts, bolts, and the surprisingly mundane intricacies of joint assemblies. Kalki's initial excitement deflated faster than a punctured air rune.
As the class trudged on, Kalki's optimism sank like a leaden dirigible. "So, I have to endure this crap for a week just to start my mech?" he muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he glanced around at his equally bewildered classmates. The irony wasn't lost on him—here he was, dreaming of commanding a mighty Tempest Inferno, only to be stuck learning about the rivets that might one day hold it together.
Yet, amidst the disappointment, a glimmer of amusement sparked within him. He couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the absurdity of spending hours debating the merits of gear ratios and structural integrity when all he wanted was to conjure firestorms and ride the winds. It was like being handed a wand and told to sweep floors for a year before attempting a spell. Oh, the joys of MagiTech academia!