232: Chapter 232 Is it really worth it for a piece of equipment?

Fireworks exploded above the pink candy castle.

This time, it wasn't "May You Be Prosperous," but "Good Luck and Great Prosperity."

The four golden characters reflected a look of frenzy onto the faces of Salos and the other two.

Their gazes followed the brilliant light and shadow, as if they were looking up at a miracle.

Chen You also looked up.

But he wasn't looking at the fireworks; he was looking at the void behind them.

Last time, he had caught a fleeting glimpse of a shadow that looked exactly like the chubby, cheerful God of Wealth from his memory.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for Chen You to take notice.

However, this time, he saw nothing.

The night sky was clear; aside from the four characters that were about to dissipate, there was only a fake canopy made of candy and cream.

Did he have to wait until the BOSS was defeated?

Or could that kind of vision only be triggered once?

A faint sense of disappointment welled up in Chen You's heart.

Just as "Good Luck and Great Prosperity" was about to vanish into the air, the entire dungeon world suddenly shuddered!

"Rumble—"

The entire candy castle began to vibrate violently, and deep cracks split open on the walls made of cream and biscuits.

What seeped out of the cracks was no longer the sweet scent of candy, but a thick, burnt bitterness of dark chocolate.

The Leader, the Teddy Bear doll, had its innocent button eyes suddenly light up with a crimson glow.

"Roar!!!"

A roar that was completely at odds with its cute appearance echoed through the skies.

The originally soft plush bear had now transformed into a dark chocolate lava behemoth over ten meters tall!

Its claws burned with flames, and with every step it took, the rainbow candy path on the ground was crushed into charred pits.

[System Notification: Warning! Influenced by an unknown power, the Lord "Sweetheart Teddy" has mutated into the Mythic-grade BOSS "Lava Tyrant · Teddy"!]

It really had been promoted to Mythic-grade once again!

"It's here! This is the feeling!"

Salos growled excitedly, his muscles bulging all over, his eyes filled with exhilaration.

It was as if he could already see the Mythic equipment blueprints waving at him.

Oro also gripped his staff tightly, the light on it flickering slightly.

Arrow of the Moon said nothing, but her hands resting on the longbow trembled slightly without her realizing it.

"Roar—!"

A massive shadow loomed over everyone.

This time, there was no need for Chen You to speak.

"For the glory of the Titans!"

Salos's voice was like a booming bell as he transformed into a golden streak of light, slamming into the BOSS as fiercely as a battering ram.

Oro's incantation was completed almost simultaneously, and a thick bolt of lightning tore through the sky, accurately striking the Teddy's forehead.

Arrow of the Moon's arrow was even more cunning, turning into a silver line that went straight for the BOSS's glowing red button eye.

The entire combat process couldn't even be described as "smooth and flowing."

It was a slaughter.

The event dungeon itself was a benefit; its difficulty couldn't be called high—it could only be called easy.

Three top-tier experts in their nineties carried out a "brutal and inhumane" gang-beating of an event BOSS that had a Mythic-grade profile but lacked the corresponding stat bonuses.

Chen You didn't even have time to see the BOSS's skills clearly; in less than ten seconds, the mountain-sized Teddy wailed and crashed to the ground.

Its massive body dissolved into a sky full of light particles, leaving only a cluster of light as brilliant as a galaxy in its place.

Equipment had dropped.

The entire dungeon instantly fell silent.

Salos, Oro, and Arrow of the Moon's breathing all became somewhat heavy.

They stared fixedly at that cluster of light, their gazes burning as if it were the most enticing treasure in the world.

However, no one moved.

No one wanted to ruin this hard-won "luck" due to a moment of impulse.

Chen You was a bit confused.

They were being polite now?

Just as Chen You thought they were going to wait until the end of time, Salos suddenly moved.

He didn't rush toward the equipment; instead, with a "clang," he slammed his door-sized greataxe into the ground.

Then, he took a deep breath and assumed an extremely standard horse stance.

His hands were pressed together in front of his chest, his eyes were tightly shut, and his expression was solemn to the extreme.

"Ha!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and let out a muffled low growl.

Chen You: "???"

Oro and Arrow of the Moon also cast puzzled glances.

With a look of intense focus, Salos explained to himself, "This is the 'Loot Box Blessing Ritual' passed down for ten thousand years in our Titan God Clan!"

"It is said that as long as your heart is sincere and your posture is standard, you can receive the blessing of the Earth Mother and open the treasure most suited for you!"

After speaking, he roared again and began to slowly and methodically perform a strange set of fist techniques.

His movements were grand and vigorous, and he was even muttering something under his breath.

"With strength to lift mountains and spirit to cover the world... One axe to rend the heavens and obtain a divine artifact..."

Chen You's eye corner twitched.

What on earth is this!

A look of undisguised disdain appeared on Oro's face nearby.

"Vulgar barbarian."

He snorted coldly and slowly took an item out from his robes.

It was a palm-sized tortoise shell covered in profound patterns.

With a flick of Oro's finger, the tortoise shell suspended in mid-air and began to rotate slowly.

He sat cross-legged, his hands forming seals, and began to chant in an obscure and difficult language.

The tone was melodious and long, carrying a strange rhythm as if communicating with some existence in the unseen.

"..."

Chen You no longer knew what expression to use to face all of this.

One was practicing boxing, the other was fortune-telling.

You two are truly a pair of "geniuses"!

His gaze subconsciously shifted to the only normal person in the team—Arrow of the Moon.

The cold Elf Guild Leader was still barefoot, standing in place with her white dress fluttering, like a snow lotus untainted by the world, completely out of place with the chaotic atmosphere around her.

Chen You felt slightly comforted.

At least there was still one person with a normal brain.

However, in the next second, this bit of comfort was shattered into pieces.

Arrow of the Moon had her back to everyone, seemingly looking at the distant scenery.

But Chen You's eyes were sharp; he clearly saw her quietly and very covertly pull out a single strand of her waterfall-like silver hair.

She held the silver hair between her fingertips and, in a voice smaller than a mosquito's buzz, quickly prayed for something.

"Great Moon Goddess above, please grant your most devout believer one... no, two... Mythic-grade bows..."

Chen You: "..."

I set off fireworks just for fun, but you guys are the real masters of metaphysics!

He felt like he wasn't leading people through a dungeon, but had stumbled into a large-scale feudal superstition event.

What was the difference between these three beings at the top of the Source Realm's pyramid and those old men and women in the real world who scrambled to offer the first incense or worship masters?

Whatever, he didn't understand but he respected it.

As long as they were happy.

"Brother Chen!"

Salos, having finished his set of boxing, was now steaming with heat as he looked at Chen You expectantly.

"The ritual is complete! It's your turn! Quick! Go open the treasure chest of fate!"

On the other side, Oro had also finished his chanting, and the tortoise shell fell back into his hand with a "clack."

He glanced at it, a confident smile appearing on his face.

"The tortoise shell shows a sign of great luck. It favors metal; it is auspicious to open equipment."

Even Arrow of the Moon turned around, the silver hair used for the blessing already disposed of without a trace.

She had returned to her cold and detached appearance, but her eyes looking at Chen You held a bit more eagerness.

None of them were in a hurry to "loot the corpse."

Because they had heard another piece of metaphysics: whoever loots the corpse won't get their own equipment!

Three gazes focused squarely on Chen You.

The feeling was like three hungry chicks waiting to be fed.

Chen You had been observing his surroundings, but seeing this, he sighed inwardly and walked toward that dazzling light step by step.

Under the watchful eyes of the three, he slowly and solemnly reached out his hand.

The moment his fingertips touched the cluster of light, a streak of light flashed, and the system notification for picking up equipment was clearly displayed before everyone.

[System Notification: Your party has obtained a Mythic-grade item—[Blueprint: Fortune · Heaven Rend · Hand of the Egret]!]

Salos: "..."

Arrow of the Moon: "..."

Oro: "..."