I stared at the beating blood panel in front of me, with only one thought in my mind.
This stuff is poisonous.
At half past eleven at night, I was the only one left in the dormitory. My roommates either went home or stayed up all night in the Internet cafe. I was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, when a bloody light suddenly exploded in front of my eyes. A wild laughter exploded in my mind: "Congratulations! You are the 9999999th host and have successfully awakened the 'Lord of Luck' system!"
9999999?
My heart skipped a beat. Why does this number look wrong? Nine million hosts? How many people are tied up in this system?
The panel is still loading, and the golden interface is filled with data that I can't understand. What luck points, talent points, lottery permissions, a bunch of fancy stuff. If it had been anyone else, he would have gone crazy with joy.
But what I saw was another picture.
In my field of vision, behind those golden codes, densely packed bloody tentacles were stretching out from the void, piercing into the depths of my soul one by one. Those tentacles were crawling inside my body like parasites. Every time I moved, I felt like something was being sucked out of my body.
Cold sweat broke out on my back instantly.
This is not a fucking system, this is parasitism.
