Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 562 - 473 The Darkest Day_4

But Yuan Zhao still coolly clicked the mouse.

The third pack, blue sky and white clouds... The fourth pack, blue sky and white clouds... The fifth pack, blue sky and white clouds... The sixth pack, blue sky and white clouds... The seventh, eighth, ninth packs...

Until the hundredth pack, all were blue sky and white clouds.

Not a single Flash Gold Card showed up; the best result was an out-of-print Prince of Paradise?

What the hell did Yuan Zhao want with this crap? But he could use it to ingratiate himself with his cousin later...

"Seems a bit African today."

Yuan Zhao raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and started to get nervous. He flexed his wrist and clicked the mouse again.

One hundred and ten packs, one hundred and twenty packs, one hundred and thirty packs...

By the time the two hundredth pack was opened, the livestream had fallen into dead silence.

Yuan Zhao began to rage. "What's with the drop rate in Super World Ambition? Did they secretly change it? Two hundred packs without a Flash Golden Orange?" He angrily hit the keyboard, turned around to grab a bottle of mineral water from the fridge, and drank it in one gulp.

Then he performed a formal face and hand wash, burned incense, and prayed. After a good while, he finally calmed down, returned to the computer, squeezed out a smile, and said, "Thanks for waiting, everyone. Let's continue."

The chat was filled with sympathetic cries, with many urging the host to persist until the end.

"Yeah, maybe the luck is all building up."

Yuan Zhao casually waved his hand, "Have you ever seen ten Flash Gold Cards in one pack? Today you will..."

Then, at the end of the three hundredth pack, there were only sympathetic sighs left in the livestream.

You don't often see a streamer get this wrecked... Not to lie, I bet there's a black guy in front of the screen... What's with the official rigging?... What on earth did you do to incur such wrath... Three hundred packs without a Flash Gold? The guy next door got four in two hundred packs yesterday... Did you offend some deity? You'd better pray...

"Don't be afraid, it's just a technical adjustment to the card pool... Don't be afraid."

Yuan Zhao forced himself to be composed, swallowed hard, and this time, he changed the mode to open ten packs at once.

Ten packs passed, twenty passed... until during the ninetieth pack, the livestream suddenly erupted into a commotion.

In the midst of the exploding card packs, a streak of gold light jumped out. Atop the rapidly flipping card, a dazzling golden hue was brewing, making countless people cheer ecstatically.

Flash Gold! Flash Gold! Flash Gold... Ohoho, the host finally got one!... The host got a Flash Gold, my youth is over...

"I told you, how could there not be a Flash Gold."

Yuan Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief, a smile forming on his face. But before he could let out a chuckle, he saw the spinning card's gold light rapidly fade, turning bronze. Dead silence fell abruptly.

In the long quiet, Yuan Zhao furiously rubbed his eyes, shifting his gaze away and back again repeatedly. He suspected he was hallucinating.

And the chat in the livestream had exploded.

Astonishing, in my life I've only seen silver turn gold, never seen gold turn bronze... Holy shit, what a magnificent tragedy... Host, you've lived a worthwhile life, I've never seen anyone so pitiful in all my years...

Gold turned bronze!

The f***ing gold card turned bronze!

Yuan Zhao could barely contain his fury. He pounded on the desk so fiercely that he nearly startled the birds outside the window, which looked down in bewilderment at the little idiot inside.

But when the card face finally flipped over, Yuan Zhao had numbed out.

——Star Battle·Judge

Fine then...

This life of mine is screwed because of this damn thing, isn't it!

He wiped away a tear of sorrow and, choking up, tried to rally himself, "I just f***ing refuse to believe I can't get an orange today! Everyone, don't be scared, it's just a technical adjustment! A technical adjustment!"

In his rage, he recklessly gambled all the pocket money he had, betting it all in the livestream's betting pool.

"450,000! I'm betting I'll get at least ten oranges today; do you dare to follow, you gambling dogs! Do you dare to follow!!"

The betting odds rapidly changed, plummeting or soaring, and in an instant, the enthusiasm grew even more intense.

What's this little pain amidst the stormy winds of Africa?

Wipe away the tears, don't be afraid, at least you still have dreams!

"My turn, I draw!!!"

Ignoring the call from his cousin on his phone, Yuan Zhao mustered all the courage he hadn't had in fourteen years. He was staking his life to open packs again!

This time, there was no sound in the livestream.

All the viewers and the chat silently witnessed this brave warrior's card draw.

Six hundred packs, no Flash Golden Orange!

Seven hundred packs, no Flash Golden Orange!

By the time he reached eight hundred packs, even the higher-ups at Douji were alarmed and had placed his livestream at the very top of the homepage.

"Youngster gambles millions, will he draw a Flash Golden Orange today?"

Nine hundred packs, no Flash Golden Orange!!!!!

Yuan Zhao's eyes were bloodshot and red, his whole body furiously pounding on the desk. Completely ignoring the concerned voices of the servants outside the door, he moved the mouse to continue!

"The bonds that hope's flower had tied..."

Melodious singing came from the player. But Yuan Zhao was not defeated by bad luck. Yuan Zhao stood up again! Yuan Zhao continued to press forward!

Yuan Zhao, draw a card!

And then, blue skies and white clouds... blue skies and white clouds... blue skies and white clouds...

When his trembling hand pulled out the last card pack, the barrage of comments filled with the pitiful howls and cheers of the gamblers. Yuan Zhao's voice was already choked with sobs.

Holding onto that last thread of hope, Yuan Zhao used all his strength to press his finger down.

"Wow!"

The sound system announced the verdict of fate, "Silver Common!!!"

"Motherfucker, why!!!!!"

Yuan Zhao finally could not hold back his angry tears. He slumped powerlessly into the chair, staring at the screen that was assaulting him with blue skies and white clouds.

"Why can't I get a Flash Golden Orange!!!!!"

The hurried footsteps of his cousin finally started outside the door, as if the death knell had sounded.

Two lines of clear tears slid from the corners of the young man's eyes.

He knew, today he was doomed...

「At the same time, the same despair was continually descending on every part of the world, on the head of every person.」

Whether it was in "Card of Ten Thousand Ages", "Silent Crown", or even the notoriously tricky mobile game "Iron Throne".

Not just mobile and card games, but even the desktop RTPG games popular on the Darknet, as well as every online game, browser game, and gambling game...

From Dongxia to America, from Egypt to the Russian Federation, from Rome to any place in the world. On this day, after 4:20 p.m., on this day filled with tragedy and gloom.

The same despair, the same darkness, descended upon the head of a luck-chasing card drawer.

Every game of chance faced the worst outcome.

Ship after ship sank into the bottomless pool of cards, just like they had swallowed everyone's money, without making a sound.

Every dice roll was insulated from great success, and the probability of catastrophic failure soared. Tens of thousands of character cards faced destruction today.

And every person enhancing equipment was met with unprecedented despair, receiving the notification 'Enhancement Failed, Equipment Damaged'.

On this day, within these cruel twenty-four hours, from the Current Circumstances to the Border, no one could draw an SSR from the deep and unfathomable dark card pool! Not human, not alien species, nor any Hell Creatures—no creature that could still move!

No one!

Even the pools with a hundred percent drop rate would certainly freeze, crash, and disconnect...

Disaster, disaster was spreading, disaster was descending upon the heads of every player.

With the screams of countless sinking ships and the angry roars, the once unassailable seal clubbers let out their final lament—The Darkest Day had finally reached its climax!

And Huai Shi was still plummeting in the haze.

He began to hear the voices that gradually rose in his ears.

Ah, this plot was prepared for so long, and now it's finally written... Truly delightful!

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