A Long Time Coming

"F*ck! You!" Feng Bujue yelled into the sky inside the storeroom. After half a month of rather acceptable luck, things had returned to normal for our Brother Feng. "What the hell is this! Didn't the game manual guarantee that the item that you exchange from combining a set of cards will at least be excellent quality equipment?"

His disappointment only lasted for a few seconds, then his expression slowly returned to normal. The man's mood swing was like a light switch. He could turn it on and off within the difference of a second.

"Wait…" Feng Bujue said, "Could it be…"

He reread the item description and his eyes stopped at the last sentence. 'This machine was labeled 'trash' since then and locked up in the forgotten warehouse.'

"In other words, this thing's function and quality are labeled by the victims from Mage's Society but the actual quality is unknown…" He tried to console himself. With that in mind, his desire to make chaos surfaced.