The Four Consecutive Draws of Glory

On the spaceship, everyone was doing their own thing. They had already gotten used to this lifestyle over those two months.

Han Xiao went back to his room alone, opened the interface, and rubbed his hands together.

"Four chances, four consecutive draws, don't disappoint me again."

After failing so many times, he was already very calm about it. As a Mechanic, he believed in making up for quality with quantity.

Beep beep beep!

Just as he was about to start using the Random Reward, his communicator suddenly rang. He received a communication.

"Who is it‽"

The ceremonial feeling was interrupted, so a hint of displeasure leaked into Han Xiao's tone.

"It's me, Nereja. Do you still remember me?"