DING
[Talent's daily use available. Use: Yes/No]
With a sleepy grumble, he sat by the edge of his bed and pressed yes.
As the noise of the rattling needle echoed, he stretched his limbs and ruffled his hair before focusing on the wheel.
However, the items displayed didn't even allow him to get excited, much less wish for an SSR draw. Instead, his brows quivered, and his twitching lips parted in outrage.
"Are the demon kings and gods rigging my talent? All the items are trash! Where are my epic weapons and equipment?"
Tiamat's amused voice echoed from behind the wall to add insult to injury.
"I guarantee no one manipulated the wheel. Your luck is the trashiest, that's it."
As if pierced by her words, he held his chest and stumbled back.
Simultaneously, the wheel stopped and revealed today's incredible item.
[Congratulations on obtaining a master dish: Lobster Thermidor]